Sublime

notre réussite ?

I once read a letter written by a young invalid, in which he told a friend that he had just found out he would not live for long, that even an operation would be of no help. He wrote further that he remembered a film he had seen in which a man was portrayed who waited for death in a courageous and dignified way. The boy had thought it a great accom

Cet oubli de soi, qui passe le plus souvent inaperçu, a pourtant un impact sur notre construction.

Nous devons accepter ce que nous sommes et la place que nous occupons, tout ce qui va bien et tout ce qui va mal, précisément parce que nous ne pouvons pas traiter tous les sujets à la fois.

Because I would have to learn to live in a different way, seeing death as an imposing itinerant visitor but knowing that even if I’m dying, until I actually die, I am still living.

Death and dying unite us in a common humanity.

Death is pushed to the margins in modern life. There is much drama about the funeral, but this often remains external and superficial. Our consumerist society has lost the sense of ritual and wisdom necessary to acknowledge this rite of passage. The person who has entered the voyage of death needs more in-depth care.

However, when you think about it, a human being can never really grieve their own death. Death is always something that happens to other people around them.

Le problème Spinoza d’Irvin D. Yalom,