Abstract

All history of mankind, understood as a journey through life, is the history of a “between”, is the story of its time on earth, the chronology of its facts told in temporality. But this is not a great drama of which we should complain, raising our protests against that cruel time which violently erupts in our weak existence, showing itself as that “uninvited guest” in our life. On the contrary, time is the great fortune of being human and what constitutes us as such: death is what makes our existence possible, it is that for which we are what we are, it is the completeness of our existence. This brief essay pretends to show how death builds the human being, unveiling it as care, and how only through death we are conscious of temporality, passing through Dracula’s pain and his impossibility of becoming human. On this journey I will take the hand of Martin Heidegger, through his ideas on the subject expressed in part of this book Time and Being.