On this day, one hundred and twenty years ago in London, Dorothy Ierne Wilde, known as Dolly Wilde, was born as an only child of Willie, known only as Oscar Wilde’s older brother. “She looked, said everyone who knew them both, remarkably like her uncle Oscar. She had the same artfully posed, soft, white hands,…
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Reminiscences on Death and Is Life Cycle All Backwards
We are all dying. The only tragedy of death is not the death itself, but a life not lived or the intimacy never shared. Death is nothing but a part of the cycle: we are born, we live, we love, we fade away, we die. To see this as tragedy is just unnecessary dramatizing laws of…
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