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Writing it hurt me and was at times extremely unpleasant.
Is the book my death-rattle or the sound of me screaming inside of my cage?
Two Arms and a Head The Death of a Newly Paraplegic Philosopher by Clayton Atreus Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench’d With a woful agony Which forced me to begin my tale And then it left me free - Coleridge Even the bravest rarely have the courage for what they really know.
Perhaps, but I have yet to be shown the foundation stone upon which they could possibly rest.Most think that telling the truth is a simple matter- one just tells it. One must pay close attention for a very long time and a great many conditions in one’s life must have been right.Above all perhaps, one must stay out of one’s own way.Most generally perhaps it is just the thoughts that passed through my head over the twenty months I spent moving toward death. That is the virtue that is developed to an extraordinarily high degree in me.I am certainly not a man who is at peace with his life, but on the contrary I despise it as I have never before despised anything. Being imprisoned in the nightmarish cage of paraplegia has done all manner of violence to the deepest parts of me. I lived with the feeling that I was a very rare person. There are many people who have a lot of the same capacities and virtues that I did. Shakespeare said, “honesty’s a fool and loses what it works for”.