About 25 years ago I read Jeremy Taylor’s Holy Living (1650) and Holy Dying (1651), and was pretty blown away. This book and a few others set me on a habit (now an obsession) of thinking every day about my death. I went from thinking about it once a day for a while to later contemplating it several times a day to later returning to the subject of death whenever my mind wasn’t preoccupied with something else to now having it run like a utility software program in the background of whatever else is going on. It’s now woven into how I think about everything I do.
Too much death?
Tom