We don’t die alone, but we die all together, with everyone and everything that ever has died or will die. Not in a conceptual or figurative way, but in a literal way.
The end of our consciousness is the end of our experience of time, and the end of our separation from the synchronistic dimensions of being.
There is something deeper than our consciousness that is what our intuition rides on, that is the flow of our destiny. It is the ground of our experience, and it is what connects us to all of existence.
If you dismiss the contemporaneous existence of the future or past as only concepts, and acknowledge only the very moment of your being in the present as reality, then causation falls apart. There is only a musical field in which we exist and experience.