Here’s Bertrand Russell – my intellectual father. Russell wrote about his own death. He inspired in me fearlessly, if not with equanimity, to face my own death one day: “I believe when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young, and I love life. But I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought of annihilation. Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end, nor thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting.” Poch Suzara
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