When I die…?

When I am dying, I will ask one question, did I simply survived in life, or did I flourish as a person?

There will be those ‘physicians’ or ‘technocrats’ who will see the question as impertinent. Is it impertinent to face full-on the arbitrary judgement on the view of my lifework from those who narrowed my legacy? Then it is impertinence!

I have had to believe in the collegial value of what I do. It is a struggle to survive. I sense my arguments have been poorly understood but I cannot see that those arguments are poorly conceived.

Like the many historical figures, we, historians, study, do I die in relative obscurity?



Not A Pretty Sight, Dying

Not A Pretty Sight, Dying. Ruth, December 2016.