Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others who were close to them disappear over the horizon.

People want the right to die at a time of their own choosing. Too many families have watched helplessly as a relative dies slowly longing for death.