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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490811" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Metaphysical Discussion</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">inside the class in philosophy<br>the professor stans, an old jesuit, with a long white beard, <br>on a very silent disposition, like a buddhist monk, but in white cassock, <br>he sits there in front of us, puts his black book on the table, <br>sits like a Frenchman, and begins to open his mouth, stands<br>and writes on the blackboard: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHAT IS DEATH? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that is the lesson for the day, the year was 1982, at the ateneo<br>de manila university, his name was Fr. O'shaugnessy, Irish, and wise, <br>finished his doctorate in Loyola University, and he looks at me and<br>asks me, 'What is death, Ric? ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i had the answer ready from the metaphysics of Hiedegger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. The word.... has a crucial role in the work of...Hiedegger. Hiedegger defines....an individual's confrontation <br>with meaningless <br>and the discovery that the only <br>justification for one's demeanor <br>comes from within....that responsibility will<br> therefore be acknowledged. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that i will surely die<br>but between life and death<br>i must be responsible enough<br>for confront the inevitable<br>later <br>that for the meantime<br>i must live<br>and confront the demands of life....</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then my teacher<br>faced the wall, not listening well about <br>what i had been saying<br>on the verbosity of it all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he wrote on the blackboard<br>below what is death, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what will you do if you will die today? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">write an essay, he made the instruction.<br>i did not submit anything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and for that he gave me an 'A'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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the professor stans, an old jesuit, with a long white beard, 
on a very silent disposition, like a buddhist monk, but in white cassock, 
he sits there in front of us, puts his black book on the table, 
sits like a Fr..."></div>
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