In Florence Nightingale’s time, during the Victorian era, those who were wounded, sick, and dying as a result of battle were left to themselves in unhygienic and overcrowded hospitals. Who, it was thought, could possibly be interested in this mob of uncouth soldiers? Yet, indeed, someone cared. During the Crimean War, Nightingale brought about a resolution in health care and created the nursing profession. By treating the wounded she reduced the death rate from 42 % to 2 %. The picture of this woman holding a lamp in her hand, moving through dark hospital corridors, became a legend. In these miserable soldiers, Nightingale saw beauty and dignity: ‘The tears come into my eyes as I think how, amidst scenes of loathsome disease and death, there rose above it all the innate dignity, gentleness and chivalry of men- shining in the midst of what must be considered the lowest sinks of human misery.’…….Pierro Ferrucci
there is no soft awareness of the deepest depression, the raw suffering of our most victimized brothers and sisters….no reduction to softer diatribes that help us to understand….we need only to hold our dialogue and our trust in tender care…..
You can only apprehend the Infinite by a faculty superior to reason, by entering into a state in which you are your finite self no longer- in which the divine essence is communicated to you. This is ecstasy. It is the liberation of your mind from its finite consciousness. Like can only apprehend like; when you thus cease to be finite, you become one with the Infinite. In the reduction of your soul to its simplest self, its divine essence, you realize this union, this identity…..Plotinus
We all possess in fact a secret, wonderful faculty of withdrawing from the changes of time into our inner being, into our self denuded of ourselves under the form of changeability. This perception is the innermost, most individual of experiences, on which depends everything which we know and believe of the supersensual world. This perception convinces us that something ‘is’ in the true sense of the word, while everything else merely appears…….Friedrich Schelling