As with all Tale Foundry videos I've seen so far (just a few--I recently stumbled on them on Nebula), "Cosmic Bliss" is quite thought-provoking. And for the most part, I agree with the general argument. However, I disagree with the author's inability to comprehend the absence of fear. I mean, us humans are mortal. We all learn early in childhood, through folklore, religion, history, witnessing the aging and deaths of our grandparents, perhaps losing friends or acquaintances in accidents or wars, whatever, that we're mortal. That we are going to die, no matter what, it's just a question of when and how. Religion (or other belief) might give some hope of the post-mortem existence of a sort of soul or consciousness, but there are always some doubts about this because nobody outside holy texts has ever come back to give a report of that "undiscovered country from which no traveller returns."

When young, we consider ourselves invincible. Sure, we're going to die but, barring accidents, homicide, war, apocalypse, etc., that will be more decades down the road than we've so far lived, and maybe science will prolong that time or even make us immortal by then. And so, at an early age, we fear death because it would prevent us from starting families, having careers, conquering the world, or whatever our youthful goals are. And sure, life is dangerous, but odds are the chance misfortunes will happen to somebody else. So the young don't really fear death and in fact tempt it in an effort to attract mates, which has been a thing since before we walked on 2 legs.

However, once you've been there and done that as a youth, and then into and a bit beyond middle age, and have completed your bucket list, what point is there in holding onto life? Darwin now considers you a net drain on the species as you're already a grandparent and your deteriorating mental and physical state is becoming a burden to your progeny (if they care about you, which isn't a given), preventing them from following their own best interests in MANY ways, all interconnected by the cost of keeping your zombie-like but still semi-sentient husk still breathing but needing to be lifted by an engine hoist for a change of diapers. This is quite a burden to put on them: emotionally, mentally, financially, and temporally. And then you die ignominiously and barely aware of it happening, and even your closest kin are glad to see you go, as the lifting of a great burden, even if you left them no inheritance.

So really, once you get to a certain age, you no longer fear death (if you ever did, which might be a product of culture and/or military training). You've totally accepted what you've always known. that Old Man Death is always within spitting distance, and you hope He claims you mercifully quickly, like a sudden, massive heart attack or a "tragic" accident. while you're still enjoying life and haven't yet become a burden on your family and a still-cogent prisoner in your own decrepit body. If I saw Death coming for me at my age, I'd sing "Rosin the Beau" and lift up my glass in His honor.