Is Kundera right in writing that “what terrifies us about death is not the loss of the future but the loss of the past?” What is meant by loss here? Meaninglessness, rather than namelessness? That is, the idea that the best of ourselves, that which “obeyed,” trusted in, or was vectorized by something greater than oneself (Torah driven, etc.) would drift into nothingness if we abandoned that faith—with its leaps of trust—for signs and indications of a messianic future always to come and never to be realized.