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Go gentle into that good night
Lost in a featureless wasteland of my own mortality, and finding no traction in the reams of scientific studies, intracellular molecular pathways, and endless curves of survival statistics, I began reading literature again: Solzhenitsyn’s Cancer Ward, B. S. Johnson’s The Unfortunates, Tolstoy’s Ivan Ilyich, Nagel’s Mind and Cosmos, Woolf, Kafka,
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… Humans get to accomplish much more than cats, and probably, to experience a far richer panoply of emotions. But the price we must pay is facing hard truths: that we’l die; that life unfolds one moment after another; that each moment represents a choice among competing ways of spending our time, so that agonizing choices, and the sacrifice of
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Why dying is oceanic and awe-filled for some and horrifying for others.