I love this list of suggestions, all easier said than done. I completely agree my neurotic recurring grasp for the steering wheel is absurd. And, I think it possible the only thing dead is my cognitive illusion that I am or ever was separate from the universe. It may be, perhaps, that we are each very insane alone — even without the gathered insanity of the crowd. I choose to think I am totally alive not in the way of this current twinkle of an eye experience (this time in my earth suit with cognition), but alive in the sense it is not about me, it is about something greater than I can comprehend. I can fret about my insane illusion of ego — or I can breath easier and take risk because I’m just here as a servant to that greater whole.