This piece truly stirred something in me. It touches on what we all know awaits us, yet rarely dare to face head-on. The idea that even language fails to grasp death — that it exists outside of words, even in a hospital — made me pause. There are no clear answers here, but perhaps only silence—or writing—can bring us a little closer to that threshold.
Glad I'm Catholic. Death is part of life and we don't have to avert our eyes.
This piece truly stirred something in me. It touches on what we all know awaits us, yet rarely dare to face head-on. The idea that even language fails to grasp death — that it exists outside of words, even in a hospital — made me pause. There are no clear answers here, but perhaps only silence—or writing—can bring us a little closer to that threshold.
That’s incorrect. I’ve read other scholars on his work, and they refer to him as Certeau, too.