They cannot be killed at all. Their life equals that of the undead. They are too alive to die, and too dead to live.

Health is the new goddess.31 That is why bare life is holy.

Health becomes self-referential and voids itself into purposiveness without purpose.

Bare life makes all teleology vanish—every in-order-to [jedes Umzu] that would give reason to remain healthy.

The mania for health emerges when life has become as flat as a coin and stripped of all narrative content, all value.

The capitalist economy absolutizes survival. It is not concerned with the good life.

The rigid, rigorous separation between life and death casts a spell of ghostly stiffness over life itself. Concern about living the good life yields to the hysteria of surviving. The reduction of life to biological, vital processes makes life itself bare and strips it of all narrativity.

All of you who are in love with hectic work and whatever is fast, new, strange—you find it hard to bear yourselves, your diligence is escape and the will to forget yourself. If you believed more in life, you would hurl yourself less into the moment. But you do not have enough content in yourselves for waiting—not even for laziness!

the “strong soul” keeps “calm,” “moves slowly,” and “has an aversion to what’s too lively.”