![]() ![]() 4 Always end badly-we may sing, paint, poeticize, create religions (in fact, this is why we create religions) and philosophize (this is also why we create philosophies), but it will always end up with this radical calling into question, which renders all our endeavors and our most beautiful songs futile. After all, as long as there is death, She said simply, things will always end badly. ![]() The oldest mystery since the beginnings of man, the most powerful secret ever since ancient Egypt and before, in the mists of time, ever since man has been dying. They will think I am dead because I can no longer moveĪnd no longer speak. ![]() What was She looking at with her two eyes closed, She who said, I can see more clearly with my eyes closed than with my eyes open? 3 What happened? Or what perhaps is happening? what? The Enigma-inexorably, unwaveringly, without a quiver, straight as a sword to pierce the heart of Falsehood, Death is a Falsehood, She used to say We have put it into our head and our will to conquer this accident. Her face was so thin, so white-oh, not beatific, not the “peace of the dead": a fierce concentration on that face-She who had all the beatitudes, all the liberations of the soul-an overwhelming concentration, as if She were staring at. The doctors declared her dead-there were three of them. ![]()
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