I was on my knees, tears surging from my eyes, when my uncle told me I was going to die. I felt something like despair, even pain, when he explained to me that all people vanish from the Earth. I can still see the 7 year old me slumped over two bony legs wondering how I could avoid this calamity. And you know what? I still don't want to die - not now, not ever. My desire to survive death has always been at the heart of my anxiety. Unfortunately, I didn't know that, and couldn't deal with it, until much later. That's why it took