Therefore death is nothing to us, nor does it concern us at all, seeing that the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
Lucretius wrote this Epicurean epic in the final decades of the Roman Republic, a time of civil war, assassination, and rampant superstition about angry gods and eternal punishment. His whole poem aims to free people from needless dread, arguing that once we see death clearly we stop wasting our short lives on fear, grudges, and ambition. If death is nothing to us, then the resentments we nurse against others and ourselves are borrowed weight we never had to carry. Releasing that fear was, for Lucretius, the first step toward a calm and generous life.
Reflection
I carry old grudges without noticing their weight. What is one grudge I can set down today?