He is dying, he is claimed by dying. And then, who is he, there where death is coming? Death is not yet there, that is true. Death has not come, but it is coming, and by way of dying. And now death shares itself with those who are close to the one who dies. Death, in this moment, needs us – needs dying, the body of the dying one which falls into itself, and those around him who, if they do not die with him, share their own deaths as it is mediated by his dying. Their own deaths – or what is not their own in their deaths; their own, not their own, as life and death no longer exclude one another.
Where you are, death is not; but this not-death is still not life. Dying: relation to oneself without determinacy. Dying: errancy without end, detour without term. He is dying, and you, too are dying. Relief when his death comes. Relief as the world is restored to itself.
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