segunda-feira, 31 de agosto de 2015

Holes that cannot be filled


"My generation is on the way out, and each death I have felt as an abruption, a tearing away of part of myself. There will be no one like us when we are gone, but then there is no one like anyone else, ever. When people die, they cannot be replaced. They leave holes that cannot be filled, for it is the fate — the genetic and neural fate — of every human being to be a unique individual, to find his own path, to live his own life, to die his own death. 

I cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special intercourse of writers and readers. Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure."

Oliver Sacks

(My Own Life, para o New York Times)

2 comentários:

  1. Agora que voltei de férias e já tenho uai-fai e néti, só para dizer que tenho adorado, tipo, mesmo bués, os teus últimos posts (e estou com preguiça de os comentar a todos. ah, e também adorava o Oliver.)

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    1. Oh! Sankyou :))) E eu que pensava que ninguém lia esta porra.
      O Oliver é o meu Eusébio. Tenho um carinho tão grande pelo senhor e acho mesmo tão bonitas as palavras dele perante a própria morte, caramba tem que se ter vivido muito bem (apesar do celibato de 30 e tal anos. bolas, será esse o segredo?)

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