Did you read “Jean Barois’ Will” ?

It is about a guy who at the age of 50, in the late 19th century, in a bourgeois family, a doctor, married to a super Catholic and super sentimental woman, decides to make a will where he says:

“At the age of 50, I, at the height of my lucidity, write that God does not exist, and that the Catholic Church does this and that…” and he seals it.

At the time of his death, the wife’s panic is so great that she finds a way to have a priest go to the house.

But what stands is what he wrote when he was 50...

In the last minute he destroys the will saying...

Now another story:
A story in my life: it was my first class in Classic Culture; I was 17, in college...

He was a great teacher, Father Manuel Antunes, and I was 17 years old and was dull and tremendously ignorant.

It was a packed amphitheatre and he starts to talk about Heidegger, I remember I memorized the name and wrote: HEIDEGGER ... and all of a sudden he goes to the 20th century and starts to go back in time and culture for the next two hours. From Heidegger backwards.

I can’t remember any of the class and he knew nobody would remember it and to welcome the students he said: “To finish this I will tell you a very simple story.”

By the way he said that it was obvious he wanted us to learn the story, it was something he wanted to mark us, and so he said:
“I am going to tell you about Pandora’s Box.”

He told the story fast and said:

“…and out of the box came hunger and leprosies, and all the disgraces, horror… and she tried to close it..., and when she did only one thing remained:

And I remember the amphitheatre’s reaction... while he said:
“HELPIS remained.”

And I understood nothing (I had never done Greek.)

And he said “Hope characterises Humankind… Good afternoon ladies. Goodbye.”

Let’s now make a link to “Jean Barois’ Will”: He tore to pieces what he had written at the height of his lucidity out of despair, and also for the last ray hope that if he tore the will there would be God and he could linger.

I can’t believe I would say this, but I don’t know if in 20 years I will not feel desperately sorry for the little Teresa dying. I am already desperate for the wrinkles, for the falling teeth, for the white pubic hair, for all that shit...

I have no idea of anthropology, the logus of human being, is not static; therefore I have no idea of the panic when facing the fading of the only reality I know, which is me.