I often wonder how so many of us manage to live that way. The lies that we tell are probably less offensive than the lies we accept. It is said that a lie when muttered over and over again basks in the glory of truth. We start to believe things that we aren't sure of, things that we cannot prove and things that we don't want to believe. We pass an entire belief system to our children, and they start believing the same things once they become adults.Very soon, we have books and theories to support the same lies. The cycle never ends. It probably goes on even after we attain Nirvana.
We are probably afraid of death because we don't want to stop the lie. We want it to preserve us till existence as we know it ends. Forgive my cynicism, but that's who I am.