There is a looming chasm between what your brain knows and what your mind is capable of accessing.
Instead of reality being passively recorded by the brain, it is actively constructed by it.
There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.
All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.
Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.