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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Fingarette, Herbert
Death: philosophical soundings / Herbert Fingarette
p. cm
Includes index.
ISBN 978-0-8126-9941-8
1. Death. I. Title.
BD444.F53 1996
128'.5--dc20
96-42972
CIP
for Leslie and Ann
with whom this silent conversation was held
and in memory of
Phil
with whom it was the last
CONTENTS
PART ONE: THE MEANING OF DEATH
What Is There To Be Explored?
1. Death as the Mirror Image of Life
Metaphors That Deceive
2. Separation, Sleep
3. Immortality, Selflessness
Metaphors That Enlighten
4. The World as My Life
5. Life as Story
6. Life as a Visit to Earth
7. The Ceremony of Life
Living in Time
8. Living a Future without End
9. Living a Present without Bounds
Perspective on Life and Death
10. “Before, I had heard—Now I see” Job 42:5
PART TWO: OTHER VOICES, OTHER VISIONS
Introduction
Section 1
Leo Tolstoy
Blaise Pascal
Miguel de Unamuno
Section 2
Bertrand Russell
Chuang Tzu
Section 3
Eugène Ionesco
Albert Camus
Section 4
Bhagavad Gita
Arthur Schopenhauer
Sigmund Freud
Section 5
Marcus Aurelius
Michel de Montaigne
David Hume
INDEX
Death as the Mirror Image of Life
True, death itself is nothing; but the thought of it is like a mirror. A mirror, too, is empty, without content, yet it reflects us back to ourself in a reverse image. To try to contemplate the meaning of my death is in fact to reveal to myself the meaning of my life. In this connection I think of one of the most powerful attempts to probe the meaning of one’s own death, Tolstoy’s story “The Death of Ivan Ilyich.”
Initially, Ivan Ilyich reacts to the possibility of impending death in a way that I suspect most of us do: with denial. Maybe, he thinks, this isn’t death after all. Maybe this pain is merely the effect of some malfunctioning organ. The doctors can probably put it right. Ivan Ilyich soon realizes these hopes are feeble straws. But he’s impelled to grasp at them, impelled to continue hoping. He clings desperately to any sign that this is not It.
The final phase of the story begins when at last the evident futility of the doctors and his increasing suffering compel Ivan Ilyich to confront his terror. The confrontation begins abruptly. A voice within him suddenly speaks and asks: “What do I want?”
“To live,” he answers instantly.
“How do you want to live?”
“Pleasantly, as before.”
This inner dialogue leads Ivan Ilyich to a re-examination of his life, to review the “pleasures” he has lived for. He had seen himself as a cultured, dignified, and useful public servant of high rank, enjoying all the civilized pleasures such a life affords. Self-deception. Now he sees that his life has been an increasing commitment to a polite but mean-spirited and selfish inhumanity. He has evaded humane contact—and the obligations that go with it—by means of continuous, but burdensome, role-playing. He has enjoyed exercising power with “justice”—that is, without compassion. Facing death, Ivan Ilyich comes to understand the truth of his life.
What strikes me here is not the particulars of Ivan’s way of life. It is the fact that his “confrontation with death” turns out to be a retrospective exploration and revelation to him of the meaning of