Death (n.) is an internal self-relation. It is what we, in our everyday existence, incorporate as the very condition around which we act in our everyday existence.
Death (n.) is encountered daily in everyday life. In our indifference toward it lies the moment of our thrusting death aside. Here dasein evades death and pushes it aside as a possibility.
Death (n.) is pushed by everydayness into the realm of postponement and suppresses its certainty in an attitude of 'not thinking about it'.
Death (n.) is one of our possibilities and also the end of possibilities. It thereby makes our everyday human existence what it is. Death is a coupled with an indefiniteness concerning when our everyday existence, marked by possibilities, might come to an end. It may come at any time, even right now.
Death (n.) is the defining and unique characteristic of human life. Animals, by contrast, do not die, they only end.
Death (n.) is the loss of the world, the loss of concern and the loss of tasks to accomplish. As such, it is the end of 'possibility', the very hallmark of one's everyday experience.
Death (n.) is the ultimate possibility of our everyday existence. Our everyday existence is one of continual dying and attempts to avoid that dying.
Death (n.) is the impossibility of further possibilities.
Death (n.) is deprived of its power to shock by ‘the they,’ which tells us that death is an unlucky mishap that occurs to others sometimes, and which tranquillizes us by telling us not to worry about it yet.
Death (n.) is tranquillized by the they, which prefers that we not think about it or discuss it at all.
Death (n.) is not just some event someday in the future that kills us off, but rather the death that is with us at every moment. As soon as we are born, we are already old enough to die.
Death (n.) is always mine in a radical sense; it is the moment at which all my relations to others disappear.
Death (n.) is disclosed authentically not only in projection (the first dimension of care) but also in thrownness (the second dimension).
Death (n.) is not something which we experience in a genuine sense when we experience the death of others; at most we are always just ‘there alongside’.
Death (n.) is disclosive of authenticity in that, when I take on board the possibility of my own not-Being, my own being-able-to-Be is brought into proper view.
Death (n.) is the possibility of my not existing, a possibility which encompasses the whole of my existence and illuminates my finitude.
Death (n.) is the possibility of the impossibility of any existence at all.
Death (n.) is disclosed to Dasein as a possibility which is “not to be outstripped.
Death (n.) is something Dasein has phenomenal access to only as it relates towards its own death as a possibility that is always before it—always before it in the sense that Dasein's own death is inevitable.
Death (n.) is a liberating certainty, in a sense: it frees us from trivialities. If we lived each day as if it were our last, we would not waste time on empty gestures; we would focus, each of us, on the task of being ourselves.