“River Flows In You”, Yiruma, from the album “Yiruma Piano Collection” , (2001)
Alas … Year End accounting is sucking up more and more of my time so instead of some new and original re-thinking of old thoughts and conclusions I will simply point here for an interesting and humorous take on our current crop of “experts” … Be Afraid! Be Very Afraid! Bwahaha!
Of course there is always the darker side of things, if one cannot laugh at what is going on.
Living in this world it is astoundingly difficult to avoid becoming attached to the things of this world, not the least because we are almost completely unaware of those attachments unless things start going against what we want, in terms of outcomes and tastes and opinions and the physical realities of enjoyment, food, listening, seeing, entertainment, sex and other distractions, and so on and so forth.
And things have definitely not been going the way we want, ever since this whole Red Bat Flu manufactured crisis started, have they? Now we are really having our lack of distractions rubbed in our faces.
Now it would be welcome to have another get together for a fish fry or even just coffee with acquaintances. All these fellow travelers on this mortal path, more or less my age, many retired service members and/or their spouses as have survived the vicissitudes of time and we share many views and opinions, no surprise there.
Thinking about the thing which hammers home as we all age together. Death is no respecter of political or economic or moral views. Visited a seniors lodge the other day while arranging for an older person I know well to move from his current slum, into something more reasonable and reliable, and it was striking how much older than me were most of the residents … marking time … waiting for the gate, ’twas the first time I felt young in a while.
How so very many of our old friends and acquaintances are no longer with us for these our get-togethers and coffee breaks. These days Cancer seems to be the weapon of choice of the Reaper, but Coronary Disease is the other big one, the Scylla and Charybdis of our modern end of life.
We have been completely losing that war on Cancer for well over 60 years now, billions and billions spent, and billions in profits to all the usual academic and commercial interests, and the gravy train keeps on rolling and no victory in sight and something like 95% casualty rate among the sufferers.
Now the Red Bat Flu has been turned into the NEXT BIG KILLER and used to excuse all the draconian restrictions on civil liberties and freedoms and utterly destroyed the private economy in passing.
The only people feeling good about the Red Bat Flu are the thousands of government workers who continue to get paid their large salaries while being ordered to stay home and “babysit” their own kids because all the day-cares are closed. What a complete … “SNAFU”! … “shitshow”! … even a “clusterfuck”! . Why is it so hard for anyone to admit that our current health models are not working?
Why is all the bitching focused on “It doesn’t make any sense…” ? It actually all makes perfect sense when viewed through a lens that acknowledges that the Canadian government at all levels wants to move to a population control model similar to the model used in Red China. Looked at that way, it all makes perfect sense! Suck it up Sheeple … just get in line, do whatever you are told and STFU!
Is there a re-education camp in your future? Who knows … we have been here before but back then it was a crime, of course back then killing children and seniors was a crime as well, and so was illicit anal sex with members of the same gender … hmmmmm.
Thank God that death plays no favorites …death claims the virtuous and the deviant, the affluent and the poor, the liberal socialist and the conservative capitalist, the religious and the secular, the parent and the child … death comes for us all … often when we are really not ready to depart.
The only thing that seems to stand out is that those who believe in eternity and live accordingly have Hope. The rest do not, just a grim journey down into despair, and all the “stuff” we spent our lives for has no saving grace at all. What do you see at the end? Are you (as I once wrote) “A cloistered parenthesis of tawdry trepidation staring runny-eyed into the black chasm of the banal”,
or are you like Pippin …
“PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way. GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what? GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad. GANDALF: No. No, it isn’t.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings.
Puts one in a reflective head-space to consider all this.