A Day Of Rest
A Day Of Rest
Shalom aleichem, Oliver Sacks.
Originally shared by Meg L
The splendid Oliver Sacks is gone. This was his final essay, written a week ago. He was one of the greatest teachers, even in death.
And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html?mwrsm=GooglePlus
Shalom aleichem, Oliver Sacks.
Originally shared by Meg L
The splendid Oliver Sacks is gone. This was his final essay, written a week ago. He was one of the greatest teachers, even in death.
And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest.
http://www.nytimes.com/2015/08/16/opinion/sunday/oliver-sacks-sabbath.html?mwrsm=GooglePlus
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