Some people say that death is merely akin to a deep sleep.
After all, it's all about opening and closing one's eyes; there's hardly any difference.
If one were to further delve into it, then it would be necessary to engage with more profound matters of the soul.
If the death of the body is the first death, then the death of the soul would be the second.
The third kind would be the obliteration of all traces a person leaves behind.
At that point, a person can be truly considered dead in every sense, much like those ancient people who died of starvation by the roadside, whose existence, after thousands of years, no one can recall.
But this is still just a superficial interpretation of death.
Going deeper, for instance.
Who was I before I was born?
Who am I after I die?
These questions swirled in the vague consciousness of Luo Xi.
