02/24/2017
From Tender Returns:
Beside the girl sits a stranger: the doctor. For isn’t the doctor a stranger? Yes, a stranger because he doesn’t belong in the daily life of the family. Nevertheless, when there’s a struggle between love and death, he’s the one who’s called.
The doctor thinks hard. His elbow is resting on his knee. His chin is rest in his hand. He isn’t think ing about what to do. The potions on the little table show that what can be done has been done. His meditative form occurs after carrying out the medical measures, after depleting his knowledge and his power. It would be good if he could withdraw, for he has already done what he can do… But no. He remains. He waits. He has to live with his powerlessness. Maybe he’s praying. Everyone prays when love finds itself powerless. Prayer is this: this communion with love above the emptiness… Maybe he is silently asking forgiveness form the parents for being so weak in the face of death. And maybe his meditative waiting is a confession. I, too, am suffering…
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A collection of short, fascinating essays by one of Brazil's most beloved writers. A philosopher, theologian, psychotherapist, and professor, Alves writes with depth on seemingly simple topics. He touches on candles, popcorn, love, s*x, nature, gardening, politics, bu****it, death, cooking, and m...