Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Lacan: the consoling certainty of death






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Death belongs to the realm of faith. You’re right to believe you will die.
It sustains you. If you didn’t believe it, could you bear the life you have?
If we couldn’t totally rely on the certainty that it will end, how could you bear all this?




















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