Oliver Sacks has died
nytimes.com
nytimes.com
"And now, weak, short of breath, my once-firm muscles melted away by cancer, I find my thoughts, increasingly, not on the supernatural or spiritual, but on what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself. I find my thoughts drifting to the Sabbath, the day of rest, the seventh day of the week, and perhaps the seventh day of one’s life as well, when one can feel that one’s work is done, and one may, in good conscience, rest.”
Edit: see mark212's clarification below. I've confused the start and end.
The start of Shabbat strictly speaking is when the sun dips below the horizon and is commemorated by the lighting of two shabbat candles.
The last time for lighting those candles is 18 minutes prior to the astronomical event of sun-below-horizon, which under rabbinical interpretation is the true beginning of shabbat (that is, the last minute during which "work" -- in the technical, term of art sense -- may be performed without sanction).
It's a key event in Jewish ritual and not surprisingly there's a ton of commentary and meaning-making that has attached to how, when, where, and why Shabbat observance is undertaken. It is said that "More than the Jews have kept Shabbat, Shabbat has kept the Jews."
A less-known side of Sacks: he held the California state record for a 600 lb squat in his younger years.
600# squat, while interning in San Francisco: http://i.imgur.com/BhetDWl.jpg
On the beach: http://i.imgur.com/RSjcMzm.jpg
In Greenwich Village, 1961: https://i.imgur.com/6VIaPX1.jpg
More recently, swimming: https://jennifernew.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/imgres.jpg
> what is meant by living a good and worthwhile life — achieving a sense of peace within oneself
I would say this is pretty much definition of “spiritual”…
If anything I think his books are his distributed essence, worming their way into the collective unconscious, and collective conscious.
Sacks articulated -- perhaps not explicitly -- that science isn't merely reductionist, cold, logical, and unemotional. He loved learning new things, and was clearly overjoyed to learn, understand, and appreciate the amazing universe in which we live.
It has been many years since I read, "The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat," but I remember loving every page. His later books aren't as famous, but his writing continued to be enchanting and inviting, even when the subjects weren't necessarily my cup of tea.
We in Western societies tend to shut down discussions of death, and what it means. The writing that Sacks produced over the last year have been some of the most poignant, chilling, and inspiring essays that he produced. It's sad that he's gone, but I'm grateful that he shared so much of his work, and his life (and ultimately death) with all of us.
I'd like to read it. Which pieces are you referring to (besides the Sabbath piece, which I've read)?
Oliver now gets to take all the elements he borrowed, and that he loved so dearly, and return them back to the stars from which they came. His spirit has dissolved now into it's new form as a complex abstract of memories, ideas, and collective appreciation, where it will now live alongside nature; it's original muse and creator.
[1] http://www.radiolab.org/story/radiolab-live-telltale-hearts-...
https://media2.wnyc.org/i/620/599/l/80/1/Sacks_Lifting_dr_sq...
That's not a trivial weight.
[1] sadly not still available. It's proba ly around from other sources. http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b062jsmz
If you want to read real neurology, as opposed to the neurology case studies for the unwashed masses that Sacks churned out, Lord Brain's Diseases of the Nervous System ( now in the 12th edition ) is a classic. http://oxfordmedicine.com/view/10.1093/med/9780198569381.001...
I think this might explain why what Sacks did was important and not something simply "churned out": https://xkcd.com/397/