“to die is gain; for eternity is then only a single night.”Body seems to keep deteriorating. Chest sometimes gets so tight that breathing would become an ordeal. Don't know if one can be like Socrates, accepting the coming death happily and peacefully. Or to dispel the fear for an untimely death so easily as he did.
~~ Socrates, his Apology.
If eternity is night, then the night that suffers insomnia is still haunted by the loss-ness of living. Not losing life, but the living itself always as loss, as continuous losing and lostness.
At that night where eternity should have for one claimed respite, the body being remembered pushes away the peaceful darkness. Yet the body in its deterioration also brings back the faint yet somewhat horrible memory of that night in which awakenings in to the loose-ness of living will never be possible.
Two-foldedness of bodily remembrance.
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