brothers in shrouds

Neresheim Kloster (15)They say death is a great equalizer. I wonder if that is true?

Neresheim Kloster (40)True to the core certainly on the graveyard of the Abbey of Neresheim in the far Northeastern corner of Baden-Württemberg, the so-called Ostalb, a cold and sparsely populated region.


Neresheim Kloster (6)Next to the massive but elegant church building, famous for its late baroque design, rest the brothers of the Benedictine order, only 10 are still alive. The last ones of an order that was founded nearly a millennium, the various buildings cover most of the hill above Neresheim.

Side by side, the graves identical only on first impression; under closer inspection the wrought iron crosses show a design that differs from grave to grave, a minute difference granted in death after a life of communal spirit and work, wearing the same habit, following the same habits; all the same.

Did they ever have the wish to be different? Identifiable? Special?

How can you resign from the need to be unique?

Neresheim Kloster (31)Sameness is shelter, is protection, cover. To be exceptional is to be vulnerable.

Maybe this monotony in death is the final peace and safety. For those brothers in shrouds it seems it is.