We fear death, we shudder at life’s instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do.
-Narcissus and Goldmund
Death can be sweet if we answer it in the affirmative, if we accept it as one of the great eternal forms of life and transformation.
I have been researching for my essay on mourning and after a 16 hour research bender yesterday I have subsequently had enough of Freud, Lacan and Derrida. And Jonathan Dollimore. And Judith Butler, who crops up e v e r y w h e r e. So I thought I’d check out what one of my all time favourite poets, writers and philosophers had to say on the matter of death. I am totally blown away. Everything that Hermann Hesse writes is just phenomenal, inspiring, intriguing, profound. I honestly feel so inspired right now. What a legend!
Happy Saturday everyone! xx