death/transition
Oliver.
March 6, 2017‘In the country, far from the lights of the city, I saw the entire sky “powdered with stars” (Milton).
It was this celestial splendor that suddenly made me realize how little time, how little life, I had left.
My sense of the heavens’ beauty, of eternity, was inseparably mixed for me with a sense of transience – and death.’
Gratitude [2015]
The graceful and transient words of Oliver Sacks, writing in the months prior to his transition.