What really matters at the end of life | BJ Miller

And the truth we know is baking cookies. As long as we have our senses, if we have them, we at least have the possibility of accessing

what

makes us feel human, connected. Imagine the repercussions of this idea on millions of people living and dying with dementia. Primitive sensory delights that say things we can't find words that have reasons that... It makes us present, there is no need for a past or a future. So if the extraction of unnecessary pain from "The system was due to the first design signal, then our inclination to dignity due to our senses, through the body - the aesthetic world - is the second design signal.

Now this brings us to the third and final part of today. I mean, we need to raise our sights, set our sights on prosperity, so that

life

, health and healthcare become about making

life

more wonderful and not just about making it less terrible. Charity. Here we find the difference between a model of care, that is, centered on the disease or centered on people, and this is where caring becomes a creative, generative and also fun act. “Fun” may seem like a funny word here, but it's also one of the most important forms of adaptation. Look at every obligatory effort we make to be human.

The need for food gave rise to cooking. The need for shelter made us build on the need for shelter, Fashion. Well, we invented music. So, since death is such an important part of life,

what

can we create with that fact? By “fun” I am never suggesting that we adopt the gentlest way of dying or that we impose some way of dying. There are mountains of sadness that do not move, and one way or another, we will all kneel there. Instead, I am asking that we create a physical-psychological space to allow life to continue, so that instead of simply getting out of the way, aging and death become an escalating process until eventually we cannot resolve death. .

I know some of you are working on this (Laughter) In the meantime, we can (Laughter) We can plan it. Parts of me were dead to begin with, but there is something we can say, one way or another: I have replanned my life around this fact, and I tell you, it was a blessing for me to realize that a Clash can be found. of beauty or meaning in a life that remained like that snowball that lasted a perfect moment until it melted. If we love those moments, fiercely, perhaps we can live well, not out of hatred of death, but because of it.

Let death take us, not lack of imagination. Thank you. (applause)