Spiritual insights can be mangled
by language, which seeks to define
even that which is too fragile
for definition. Thus: “In my end
is my beginning.”, which sits
uneasily on the page
because of the possessive “my”,
implying, as it does, both
space and time.
Here's another version:
“There will be an end followed
by a beginning.” More abstract.
I know I am dying, dying enmeshed
in hesitations and intimations
which cannot be shared.
Metaphors can cause confusion.
How do you describe
the ineffable? So, I am
approaching my death in the
knowledge that, sooner or later,
I will run out of words.
Dear Diana,
ReplyDeleteI agree with Rachel that it is an incredible thing to have someone document their dying. The moment when you run out of words, if it's not the exact moment of your dying, is the moment when the rest of us must remember you in our thoughts, and not only that, write it down for you. A practical question: will it be easier, in that event, for your carers to read your emails to you, or is it easier if we write our words in the comment column in what we imagine to be your last blog? 'Diana's last blog' may be followed, however, by a few encores from Diana herself.
I have been in Perth but keep your mortal pregnancy in my thoughts.
Much love
Jacquie