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death, the great castle that we can achieve

To speak, we must see death see behind us. When we speak, we rely on a tomb, the tomb empty and this is what makes the reality of language, but at the same time the vacuum is real and death is being. There be - that is to say, a logical truth and express - and there is a world, because we can destroy things and cease existence. This is where we can say that there is maybe because there's nothing: death is the possibility of man, she is his chance is through her that we have the The future of a finished world, death is the greatest hope of men, their only hope of men. It why existence is their only real anguish, as clearly shown Emmanuel Levinas, existence scares them, not because of death that could stop it, but because it excludes the death, because that 'below the death she is still there, presence at the bottom of the absence, the day on which inexorable rise and set every day. And die, without doubt, is our concern. But why? Which is that we die, we just leave and the world, and death. Such is the paradox of the last hour. Death works with us in the world power that humanizes nature, which raises existence to being, it is in us as us the most human death than it is in the world, man does not know that because he is man, and he is man only because he is death in the making. But dying is breaking the world is losing the man of being annihilated, so this is also death lose, lose what in it for me and made her death. As long as I live, I am a mortal man, I am no longer capable of dying and death looming horrifies me, because I see it as it is: not dead, but unable to die.

The impossibility of death, some religions have immortality. That is to say they have tried "Humanize" the fact which means: "I ceased to be a man." But only the opposite movement makes death impossible by the death, I lose the advantage of being mortal, because I lost the opportunity to be man be man beyond death can not have that strange sense: be, despite the death, still capable of dying, continue as usual with, as horizon and the same hope, the death would have no other outcome than a "continue as if nothing had happened" etc.. That is what other religions have called the curse of rebirth: we die but we die because we badly hurt lived, we are condemned to revive, and we saw that, until now quite human, it becomes, in dying, a man blessed a man really dead. Kafka, Kabbalah and Eastern traditions, inherited this topic. The man walked into the night, but at night led to the revival, and he is vermin. Or the man dies, but in reality he lives, he goes from town to town, carried by rivers, known by some, aided person, the error of the ancient death sneer at his bedside and a condition strange, he forgot to die. But another believes life is that he has forgotten he died, and another, knowing that death, struggle in vain to die, death is there, the great castle that can not be achieved, and life was there, the homeland that we left on a false call, now it only remains to deal to work to die completely, but fighting is still alive, and all that closer to the goal makes the goal unattainable.

Maurice Blanchot, Kafka Kafka From .