Where to situate oblivion in relation to life? We see it as the end point. The dreamless sleep awaiting us once we have had our run at life, and passed away. It’s this location of oblivion that pressures us to make the most of the time we have, to try and prolong it at all costs - to focus on the signs of our ageing with fear, to mourn the lightness we felt in childhood before we were aware of the nothingness at the end of our lives.
Yet very little focus goes the other way. How often do we think of the miraculous fact that we are conscious now, despite having not-existed, having been in a state of oblivion for millennia. How often do we think of the other side of the timeline, extending backwards on and on and on prior to the moment 'we' emerged?
And what would focusing on that side of oblivion give us?