The name of this blog reflects a family joke about my self-importance. Think of this space as one part journal, one part conversation about things interesting and or important, and one part intellectual social networking--a place where people can talk, as well as just lurk if they choose. I look forward to listening as well as talking and above all to the learning.
Hi David, I think about this question a lot and have often thought (out of my personal and professional experiences) that indeed direct experiences of death divide some of us from others of us in some significant way. I'm interested to hear more about your thoughts on this, and happy to share mine.
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A year or two after my father died, our next-door neighbor died in a car accident. At his funeral my mother sobbed uncontrollably. Was she mourning her own loss or that of our neighbors'? Who can separate one's own pain from the pain of the world? The world is full of pain, life is full of pain. I guess I think that it's as if one's own loss unlocks the door to that hidden realm of hurt.
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