Oliver Sacks wasn’t just a brilliant neurologist, but equally a brilliant writer. As a writer of science myself, I couldn’t help but give absolute praise to Oliver’s timeless written works.
In his very last piece titled “Sabbath“, published in The New York Times, Oliver left us with these parting words that were as eloquent as they were haunting:
“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.”
May you rest in peace, Oliver. May your energy return to the stars!