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  " Lebennach dem Tode - Wer Gründe hat, an sein 'Leben nach dem Tode' zu glauben,  muß seinen 'Tod' während seines Lebens ertragen lernen" *** (Friedrich Nietzsche Fragmente 1[8]) When we speak of death, we have in mind two kinds of death: death in life and death after life. While we are alive, we avoid speaking or thinking about death, as though it were not part of life; we live as if we were immortal. Death after life—as far as we can conceive of it while still alive—can only be imagined, and we begin to imagine it when we start to feel old, when death draws near. Then reality begins to seem unreal, and everything we have experienced up to that point loses its tangibility, its coherence, and its shape. We begin to realise that the life in which we believed no longer exists—indeed, that it never truly existed—and that the only genuine reality is death: the everlasting end of all illusions, all hopes, and everything, great or small, that we have managed to ...

  When the world seems dark we need a dogged and deliberate choice, that we call H O P E . And that depends on a feeling of faith. Faith in a voice who sometimes speaks within us, faith in a gentle hand that is pushing us towards our likìmas [1], faith in unquestionable signs that speak to you from the very heart of the things around you. Hope is hearing, hope is practising (like a difficult piece on the violin) the exercise of listening to those things that speak the truth which comes from above, beyond the saeculum [2]. Hope surges above all in a society of slavery as we are now. And we need prophets, because they talk the language of truth, carrying out hope to the people who don't accept the condition of slavery we are thrown into, and rise up, in virtue of a hope that comes out from the mouth of new prophets who have the power to endure and resist. [1] As for the concept of likìmas see  https://princasvilniuje.blogspot.com/2022/04/non-e-un-bene-per-luono-che-diven...

Maybe I should have prayed, but I should have believed... That place was the Hell. Pure Hell. A pray could have helped. But I should have believed... The sister was renting to an old retired colonel. He had spent a lot of his youth in India. Now he spent a lot of his time in the toilet, which was always busy. And that was a problem. When I first came here, we never had no children in here. This was only for a married couple or one on their own. You had ladies here then. And what ladies! He laughed. He went on. There was rats under the floorboard...then came people from the council and took all the floorboards up and put all poison down for the rats and they said that, definitely, rats had been there but they'd probably gone somewhere else. To annoy somebody else...that was one of the colonel's tales when he was not in the toilette. Oh, if I had believed... One night dropped by us Rachel. A Jack's old friend. We've got a new friend at work. You know her, Jack, you knew...