Was there a life after death? This was another question you were blissfully unaware of.
The thought of dying came into your mind. The same thing happened the other way around: only by conjuring up an intense feeling of one day being dead could you appreciate how terribly good it was to be alive. It was like two sides of a coin that you kept turning over and over. And the bigger and clearer one side of the coin became, the bigger and clearer the other side became too.
You can't experience being alive without realising that you have to die. It's just as impossible to realize you have to die without thinking how incredibly amazing it is to be alive.
I never realised how rich life was until now. How tragic that most people had to get ill before they understood the gift to be alive!