لا يموت الناسُ بالنسبة إلينا في اللحظة نفسها، بل يبقون مغمورين بنوعٍ من هالة الحياة، لا صلة لها بالخلود الحقيقي، لكنهم بها يظلّون يشغلون أفكارنا كما كانوا وهم أحياء. كأنهم مسافرون إلى بلادٍ بعيدة.

“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.”Marcel Proust — Remembrance of Things Past: The captive. The fugitive. Time regained (1982)