"Death, Master, is unstructuring with nothing (of Life) left. How can one best imagine that?"
"Life is only a capacity, is therefore basically nothing
material. Imagine a long corridor with plenty of doors giving on
to it, right and left. All this, then, is matter, is physics.
Now suppose a sequence of some sort, say, 'all left doors open
alternatively, all right doors open in alternate groups of 3, 2,
3, 2, the black keys of the piano. The same material is there
now, i.e. energy, matter, physics, but now the capacity of the
whole, the capacity to move about, is according to a precise
sequence of the doors. If this precise sequence, now, is Life,
all others not, it is clear that Life itself can be destroyed or
simply be ended by just making the sequence different, random
even. Nothing material has been added, but this precise, special
sequence is no longer. This is Death, the unstructured or differed structure
that was once Life, Emotion, Ideation, and all
other synonyms."