As a fan of “metaphor-as-basis-for-understanding”, I concur.
[I’m a big fan of George Lakoff’s work for that reason]
Since Hamlet was speaking subjectively, so shall I:
I reconcile death thusly:
a) I needn’t be here.
b) I am here.
c) I did not choose to be here.
d) Yet I am here.
e) This is good.
From a perspective of history, I am:
Kenneth Udut: Born 1972 – Died ????
I did not choose 1972.
Nor did I choose ????
It’s likely I might have made different choices; that’s what what imagination is for, among other useful things.
So, what am I then? I am not my birth? I am not my death? What must I be?
I’m the –
This is my reconciliation with death and what brings me gratitude. The things not of my choosing were not of my choosing. Historically I am the – between two sets of numbers I did not choose. This is my time.