Still Life with a Skull, by Philippe de Champaigne (1671)

Epicurus: Don’t Worry about Death, It Won’t Even Last a Millisecond

Ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus argues death is absolutely nothing to fear, “because as long as we exist, death is not here. And once it does come, we no longer exist.”

Jack Maden
By Jack Maden  |  February 2026

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  Still Life with a Skull, by Philippe de Champaigne (1671), via Wikimedia Commons

Ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus advocated an atomic, naturalistic view of the universe. He rejected the existence of an immaterial soul, or of anything non-physical, and said that the gods have no influence on our lives. Accordingly, he believed being dead is not to be feared, for none of us will ever experience it.

As he puts it in a famous aphorism (from Diogenes Laertius’s celebrated survey of ancient Greek thinkers, Lives of the Eminent Philosophers, compiled in the third century CE, and also featured in Epicurus’s Principal Doctrines):

Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And once it does come, we no longer exist.

From this doctrine arose the popular epitaph, engraved on tombs throughout the Roman Empire: Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo (I was not; I was; I am not; I do not care).

No consciousness means no time

To fully grasp Epicurus’s point, consider what happens when we’re unconscious. We do not experience unconsciousness. In dreamless sleep, for instance, we wake in the morning, and our most recent memory is the last thing we did at night. Though hours may have passed, we did not experience their passing: we just jumped to the next conscious episode.

So, though on the naturalistic view death is often characterized as an eternal abyss, a black silence, a terrifying nothingness, this characterization is misleading, for it suggests we’ll experience this eternal blackness.

But death means the experiencing subject no longer exists. There will be no consciousness there to experience silence, darkness, or the passing of time.

The reason we struggle to imagine what this state is like is because there is nothing it is like to be in it. Consciousness is all we’ve ever known, and all we ever can know.

We learn objectively that the universe existed before we were born, and that it will continue after our deaths; but from our subjective perspectives all that’s ever existed is our consciousness. The non-existence of consciousness thus feels like an outrageous impossibility.

We struggle to comprehend our lives as a finite block of time because we live only inside the block. We characterize anything outside the block as eternal blackness or oblivion, because that’s a tempting conception of ‘nothingness’.

But, by contemplating unconsciousness and dreamless sleep, we can recognize that nothingness isn’t like that.

As the Roman philosopher Lucretius also advises in his beautiful reflection on mortality, just like before we were born, in death we won’t experience anything that happens – no pleasure, no pain, no anxiety, no fear – for the conscious self simply isn’t there:

we felt no distress when the Carthaginians were attacking Rome on every side; and the whole world was shaken by the frightening tumult of that war… and in the same way in the future, when we shall no longer exist, and the final breaking up occurs for the body and spirit from which we are now compounded into a single unit, nothing whatever will be able to happen to us, or produce any sensation – not even if the the earth should collapse in to the sea, or the sea explode in the sky…

As the philosopher Tom Clark observes with his intriguing notion of generic subjective continuity, if after death our consciousness was to be magically resurrected millions of years in the future, we’d have no sense of the time that had passed. Our last conscious experience would have seemed but a moment ago.

So, Epicurus concludes, don’t worry about being dead: it won’t even last a millisecond.

What do you make of Epicurus’s analysis?

  • Do you think Epicurus is right in declaring death is nothing to fear?
  • Or is the prospect of non-consciousness, of being deprived of experience and time, rightly feared? (In his beautifully haunting poem, Aubade, for example, Philip Larkin calls out “specious stuff that says No rational being / Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing / That this is what we fear…”)

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