Death by Le TolstoyAny argument about love destroys. Le Tolstoy
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And suddenly he heard clearly what tormented him and did not want to evacuate, everything is evacuated at the same time, both sides, from ten sides, on all sides...
-As it is and as it is simple - he thought. -But the pain? wondered-he? - Where did she go? Well, pain, where are you?
Yes, here it is. Or is the pain, and then?
But death? Where is she?
He looked his usual fear of death and did not find it.
Where was she? What death?
There was no more fear because there was no death.
In place of death there was light.
- That's what it is! -he suddenly said aloud - What a joy!
2001
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La philosophie antique nous apprenait à accepter notre mort. La philosophie moderne, la mort des autres.
Michel Foucault
Ce n'est pas une utopie. C'est une trajectoire déjà visible, inscrite dans l'histoire depuis le premier primate. Lentement. Imparfaitement. Mais dans une direction.
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