Wednesday, May 21, 2014
RIDE THAT TRAIN
The age old question of old age occurs when you look in the mirror and an old person is staring back, and you ask yourself: When did I get so fucking old? Not; how did I live so fucking long – because it doesn't seem long to you.
You are born and you die: you don’t remember the first and you won’t remember the last.
Along the train ride of life you decided that what you are doing is important – that you are moving toward a goal and that you and the rest of the world will reach nirvana when all your goals are met – but your goals were always ill defined – it is just moving ahead that is important.
You meet, you fuck, you marry, you fuck, you shoulder responsibilities, you have opinions, you work, you travel… And time passes. At some point it becomes a reality that life is finite. You are riding on this train with no destination but you will have to get off before the last stop.
Humanity has been able to escape Darwinism because of its ability to communicate. Communication has led to cooperation and innovation; but this same communication has allowed corporate and individual greed and avarice - wars and genocide - rape and disaster and unbelievable mass-inhumanity on a grand scale. The outcome only reinforces the maxim that we are semi-intelligent animals living in a meaningless world; and our destination is nowhere.
It’s only Rock and Roll
Go with the flow
And try to have a few laughs.
Cletus Purcell (James Lee Burke’s Robicheaux series.)
Have a good day