Nothing is more poignant than death, and yet it exists, just as real and inescapable as existence itself. Death is that shadow inseparable from light, the silent counterpoint of life.
For some, death is a heavy and burdensome word , tinged with unease, almost unhealthy. For others, it is cruel, the specter of a void that cannot be filled. It is the fear of nothingness , this vertigo that makes our society waver in its search for control, but which comes up against its most insoluble enigma.
Yet death is not mortal. It is eternal, a paradox that defies understanding. It is that invisible spark, always present, always coming. We fear it, sometimes we wait for it, but it is there, patient as a promise , immutable as the breath of the wind.
Death is neither intense nor cruel, because death is a state. One is either alive or one is dead.
Death is a word , an abstraction, a concept. To suffer death, on the other hand, is another reality, often the result of something serious. But death itself, stripped of human emotions, is not dangerous.
For some, death is a release. As sad as it may seem, some see it as an expected rest, a divine gift , a release from a burden too heavy to bear. Death has no power over us other than that which we grant it, through the emotion or interpretation that we make of it.
And yet, death remains an enigma. No one has ever come back to reveal its secret to us. It is a mystery so profound that it spans the ages, challenging our minds and our certainties.
Death is the ultimate enigma, the question of a lifetime. It inhabits us as much as we avoid it, pursues us in the invisible, while remaining elusive.
It comes without warning, uncertain and unpredictable. It can appear like a flash or creep in like a whisper , sudden or slow, gentle or excruciating. But at the end of the road, it remains what it is: a state of ending, a transition to the unknown.
One day we will all answer this question. One day we will come across this enigma.
But this answer, if it exists, will remain forever silent.
None of us will ever be able to share what death is.
She is the enigma of a lifetime , the mystery that unites us all in our fragile humanity, and yet, she is also that truth that connects us to eternity.
Angelique CHAPUIS
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