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Meditation on Death

 




There is only one thing that makes sense to comprehend in life: death, because death gives full meaning to the history of the saeculum and, consequently, to the narration of our lives.
Thinking about death makes us savour it, savour it before it happens.
We must also coexist with those who have died, because they can live within us, and thus we can experience those dead souls in our mind, bones, skin, and blood.
The dead speak to us, eat with us, breathe with us, sleep with us.
They are the microbiota of our life.

Though we cannot be with someone at the moment of their death, because death is solitude, we can be with them after their death and speak with them every day.
These dialogues with them guide us "toward". Man has "the sense of toward" from his first days of existence in the world, and the place where the "toward" will end is death.
Death is not experienced in the death of the other. The death of the other is merely a reference, an echo of the "toward".

Death is experienced in the dialogue with the dead whom we have committed to keeping alive in our interiority.
This dialogue prepares us for death.
This possibility of establishing a dialogue between the living and the dead urges us to see an element of continuity between life and death.
No one can deny that life belongs to death just as death belongs to life.
This proposition already makes it clear that between life and death there is an element of indifference that is continuous (continuity).
For this reason, death is not the extinction of the human being, but its continuation along this element of indifference (continuity) to the two conditions that allows the continuation of the human being itself in this condition in itself; thus, through the indifferent continuative element "colour," the eye can pass from green to red.

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