What comes to your mind?
What doesn't come,
since things do not come to your minds?
The right day for you will be the one
when things come to your mind.
The word Euthanasia should have never come to life.
Truth be told, even the word Death shouldn't have as well.
It seems incomprehensible, but it's not!
I don't like the absract way people talk about life nowadays,
since talking about life that way
is not at all different from talking about death.
Nor one, or the other exists.
I want to bring forward two examples of death:
I am referring to Freud's and Saint Francis' death.
Freud bore everything, until the last minute,
until his 83rd year,
until all was impossible to him,
and then he knew he was going to die one moment or the other.
He asked his own doctor for some morphine,
to fall asleep (he would have died anyway
in terms of minutes or hours)
He didn't ask for any euthanasia and
he didn't desire suicide in any way;
he was against it, suicide as well as euthanasia.
He simply made
a little easier the sufference of his own death.
What appaled some people,
is the fact that Saint Francis did the exact same thing.
He was seriously ill,
he couldn't stand on his feet,
he would have died one moment or the other,
and what did he do?
In Umbria, at the end of a distant October,
wheter there was warm wheter or not doesn't matter,
asked to be put naked on the ground.
He has never been accused of being suicidal
or of asking euthanasia
just because Saint Francis is untouchable;
otherwise you would have been forced to  call him suicidal
If we were ever to bring our sick relative out on the terrace,
in the winter as much as in the summer,
naked,
terminally ill, on the terrace,
we would be charged with murder
in the first degree within a day.
No one would ever do this to Saint Francis,
so why should we do it to anbody else?
