There have been some things which didn’t kill me, and also didn’t make me stronger. I wish people would stop saying stuff like that. Let’s face it, life can leave you weak and half-dead, trapped in death clothes that won’t come undone.
Donne’s poetry reminds us that as long as love exists, death cannot win.
I don’t think of wholeness as having an end or being a specific destination for which we are all striving, but rather wholeness is the journey of this life.
How have we not learned that the transformation of dead matter (failure, death, loss) into an agent of growth is the pattern we see everywhere—from the smallest plant to the evolving cosmos continually expanding and birthing new life from the detritus of death.
We were designed to listen with our hearts, to perceive with the eyes of the soul. Praise and enjoyment of God’s flamboyant, enthusiastic artistry expressed in all the beauty of the world – indeed of the universe – is our duty.
Marilyn McCord Adams reflects on dementia’s ability to rob us of ourselves
It is one thing for the body to stiffen and atrophy, wear out, “dust to dust” returning. But it is another when the mind has such difficulty pulling itself into focus enough to pay attention, when it becomes such an effort to connect one thought with another. Dementia carries this process to its logical conclusion. Not only does it make us forget our life stories. It robs us of the recognition that we are anyone at all.
Knowing to whom we belong, we open ourselves to who we are meant to be. And then we open ourselves to astounding miracle and to mind boggling transformation, at our deaths and in every single day of our lives.
As long as we allow death culture to reign over kingdom culture people can’t become saints. Death culture makes it impossible for people to do anything except survive. But — and this is the good part — with God all things are possible. We can move from being a society of survivors to a society of thrivers, but only if we help one another.
…it reminded us that Emery’s love and faithfulness still reverberated through the world. That love may linger in the memories and lasting example of a beloved friend. It may also walk up to us in the guise of a stranger. But no matter what, love is never lost.
Massimo Pigliucci, Professor of Philosophy at CUNY-City College, speaks about Stoicism and death in an original video for Aeon magazine….
Atul Gawande is a surgeon (at Brigham & Women’s Hospital), author (of four books), staff writer (at the New Yorker)…