… Death and Dying …
My friend, via Facebook, showed me this article. Gosh! I thought: bad things do happen in the world! Scientists (and medical scientists, at that; who are supposed to be from the “healing profession) having a failure of empathy!
The world is just full of horror stories
Then I remembered Kevin Carter.
Kevin Carter was so cute. Check out his picture from Wikipedia:
I’m a sucker for guys with that kind of unkempt look. Very Indiana Jones meet Ryan-Gosling’s-role-in-The-Notebook! And he’s a great photographer too.
And then the thought: How could he have committed suicide?
Was he so overwhelmed by the death and the pathos and the killing of innocents all around him? So he decided to check out?
Well boo hoo Kevin Carter, one less cute guy in the world. Another reason for me to be depressed.
“The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightnesss of Being
that death alone would cleanse them
of the sin for which they died
— Erica Jong, For All Those Who Died (poem from the book “Witches”)
Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love
— Kahlil Gibran, The Beauty of Death XIV