[Centurnion]

from post #6

This is remembering me a short and beautifull novel writen by Hans Ruesh where he, between other things, depicts some aspects of the old innuit culture. In this culture, to die has a moment. People leaves the person who is dying, alone and the dying person takes "again the road to go home" because the Innuits are told that they are here as "visitors", that they do not own the snowlands. They are borrowing the land fron their brother polar bear, brother seal, etc.

It is very curious to note that this is one of the longest cultures of northern hemisphere and they never needed life supporting machines.

The idea of a life supporting machine is a very western one where the concept of death is hold as something painfull and against life. ¿Death against life...? Yes.

In the mayan culture mostly the Chamulas in the Southwestern part of my country there is not a very precise definition of life and death because the mayas think this "reality" is a dream like one. The true reality comes through "good dying" located in the "underworld".

Personally I agree with frank and Pink opinions toward the idea of dying. If I am faced with a kind of terminal illness I will choose to die and not to fight against it.

To live is to learn the eternal "letting go". Just watch ourselves.