a tale for the time being pt 3
Circularity While reading the final part of A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki, a particular quote struck me hard enough to ink a star in the corner of the page so deep it bled through onto the previous. Nao remarks on a quote from the french philosopher Montaigne, who wrote “that death itself is nothing. It is only the fear of death that makes death seem important. Am I afraid? Certainly, and yet… ‘Que sais-je?’ Montaigne asked. The answer is nothing. In reality, I know nothing” (326). I comfort any anxiety I feel over death with the logic that humans have always feared the unknown. Death is another, inevitable experience –– the most natural nature can be. However, it is what Nao says next that touched my heart. She writes, “And yet, at night, I lie on my bed, counting my beads, one for every thing on earth I love, on and on, in a circle without end” (326). Although I can comfort myself with logic, I still know nothing. I still experience the terror of knowing I will die. I still...