What if, in another universe, you didn’t meet them? You don’t know them and they don’t know you. You are alone or you are with someone else, and you are content. They do not exist to you. But neither does the pain in your chest.
Suicide is everywhere. It haunts history and current events. It haunts our own networks of friends and family. It most likely haunts your private thoughts, too. Why delay the inevitable silence, particularly when this world can be so painful? The specter of suicide looms large, but the topic is taboo because any meaningful discussion must at the very least consider that the answer to the question — “is life worth living?” — might not be an emphatic yes; it might even be a stern no.
Simon Critchley, Hans Jonas Professor of Philosophy at the New School in New York City, takes on the precarious question of suicide in this darkly fascinating book. Through a sweeping historical overview of suicide, a moving literary survey of famous suicide notes, and a psychological analysis of himself, Critchley offers us an authentic portrait of what it means to possess the all too human gift and curse of being able to choose life or death.
With poignance, empathy, and scholarly thoroughness, Suicide takes us to the humming cliff of death. Here on the edge, Critchley calmly and pacifically whispers the ecstatic secret of life to us.
A camera gathers up a perceptive event in its entirety. It’s gloriously stupid, or generous, like that.
I often wonder if ‘life’ is a concept developed by humans.
“Live a good life. If there are gods and they are just, then they will not care how devout you have been, but will welcome you based on the virtues you have lived by.”
What type of person are you?
There’s a house there. See it? I see it, too. But I see it from here and you see it from there. We are standing in different positions.
You are a mirror. A mirror with legs. Think about it. The legs are your mind. This takes a little getting used to. You can’t really control your mind as well as you want.
Liberals now claim to believe in the importance of Multiculturalism and sing the gospel glorifying Culture, but the words have no substance.
A man lies on his living room floor. His eyes are closed, arms by his side. His face is still, even, but occasionally furrowed.