Dear M., 22/05/2025
How many memories can a tear hold? How many feelings can a tear absorb? Do you know how many?…
Knowing that it’s like you know how many drops of rain has a cloud…
It was a sunny day, having a walk through the cemetery, saying ‘Hi’ to all our ancestors, trying to pass over the delimitations of the graves (as if this after life polishing of the graves means anything for the deceased) when Michael, my uncle came to talk with me. We had a chat; he always has a smart mind and what triggered my attention was his walking away from me, because his tears were too heavy…it was a shared feeling of sadness and helplessness towards the death.
All of us know: death is a natural process, but what brings its time, only the dead one might know, everybody else could make assumptions…
One died because
- natural process, one was old enough to die, whatever that means…
- disease – why, when, how much does the process last: seconds, minutes, hours, months or years. Well, the real death is a moment or lasts a lifetime, we die little by little every day, depends on the point of view, ha, ha…
However, let’s talk about this, it always intrigued me the way cancer appears, develops and brings a life to its end.
What are the root thoughts to any disease?
When do we start to destroy ourselves?
When do we start defining ourselves as limited?
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