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“Le souci morbide d'éviter les situations éventuellement génératrices de réactions catastrophiques exprime l'instinct de conservation. Cet instinct n'est pas, selon Goldstein, la loi générale de la vie, mais la loi d'une vie rétractée. L'organisme sain cherche moins à se maintenir dans son état et son milieu présents qu'à réaliser sa nature. Or cela exige que cet organisme, en affrontant des risques, accepte l'éventualité de réactions catastrophiques. L'homme sain ne se dérobe pas devant les problèmes que lui posent les bouleversements parfois subits de ses habitudes, même physiologiquement parlant ; il mesure sa santé à sa capacité de surmonter les crises organiques pour instaurer un nouvel ordre.”

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The Normal and the Pathological

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Georges Canguilhem
Georges Canguilhem

Georges Canguilhem was a French philosopher born on June 4, 1904, and died on September 11, 1995. He is known for his contributions to the philosophy of life, medicine, and science. more

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