That's more or less how I've always rationally felt, but thinking about permanently ever after being unable to even think triggers a sudden terror as if death were a looming predator. And the basic conclusion I have is that it's an unnecessary primal impulse that doesn't actually say anything about my views on death.

It's just an introspective version of instinctively smelling something after someone tells you it smells bad. Just... don't and you'll be better off.