Philip Seymour Hoffman (1967-2014)

Thoughts on Betrayal and Trust by Dr. Andre Waismann

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They become so intimate to us.

We set no walls or barriers when we expose ourselves wantingly and knowingly to them.

Most of the time, we allow them to invade our world in a more intimate way then we would a sister, brother or close friend.

On this long and yet short trail of leaving, they become our teachers, healers, even advisers.

We engage ourselves again and again, in this emotional dancing, where they lead us through a collage of rhythms and colors from white to black.

True healers.

They play their roles, we applaud them for that. They receive metals and wealth on return. But they are caged and under-rated for eternity, by the label of entertainers.

As Willie Nelson sings, “Mama don’t let your babies become actors…make them become doctors and lawyers or so….”

Lawyers and Doctors…

In Doctors we trust.

They became so intimate to us

We set no walls or barriers when we expose ourselves wantingly and knowingly to them.

Most of the time we allow them to invade our world in a more intimate way then we would a sister, brother or close friend.

We are made to believe that they are true with their craft.

They know what is best for us.

They are experienced and have no strings attached.

John Lennon sang…”I heard the news today, Oh Boy….” And the news was…

“Oscar-winning actor Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead Sunday morning on the bathroom floor of his West Village apartment with a hypodermic needle in his arm and bags of heroin nearby, law enforcement sources said. He was 46. The sources called the shocking death of Hoffman, who had struggled with addiction and reportedly did a 10-day stint in rehab in May, an apparent overdose.”

Apparently, after his detox “treatment”, he was left all alone to fight an illness that was unsuccessfully treated by doctors as many others we have lost before. His cravings after treatment? They are a treatable medical condition that should and could have been treated by modern medicine.

But it was not, and due to the doctor’s ignorance, Seymour Hoffman paid the ultimate price.

He lost, we lost, the world lost someone who never let us down.

Who performed his work with truth and honesty.

The man that never betrayed his work, was in the end, terribly betrayed.

Mindlessness.

That someone with such talent can be taken from us so ruthlessly.

And when we have a treatment for the disease they suffer – one which leaves them with no trace of the mistakes they’ve made.

Philip Seymour, a man with such magnificence that he will be remembered as one of the greatest actors of our generation.

My wish in his passing is that many wake up to the suffering these individuals face – and vow to fight with them.

Never again letting such magnificence slip from within our grasp.

Rest Peacefully Philip Seymour Hoffman.