Musings of a Dumb Ass
Life is a riddle that will never be unraveled. It takes on so many directions one can never be certain what it will do next. For the one who really needs answers and contemplates all the how comes and why's it is particularly frustrating to come up with no logic on the entire experience.
All things living are locked into life without respite until there is no longer life. This is true of all things in and on the ground. Drugs possibly give a form of respite from life which might explain some of why it is so attractive to those who use them, but as soon as you come out of the fog, there's that life thing again, and everything that depressed you is still there.
Two of the most depressing places I've ever been were to the Zoo and any Nursing Home. The eyes of the creatures in both places tell it all, neither place has a future.
Awareness of life and how it ends makes homo sapiens the grand marshal of our journey because we absolutely know it's going to end. I'm not sure if any other animal knows what's going to happen but some make preparations that would suggest they know something monumental is about to happen, like dogs, when death is on its way, if the dog is able, will go somewhere private to make a nest then wait on the end to arrive and go peacefully when it's time.
Humans, on the other hand, as a rule fight to the very last breath. In life we don't really have a way to think about finality and get this cockamamie idea that we can beat death, usually destroying the quality of life in our final days waging war with the end, trying to retain the power of the Ace in the Hole in that a Supreme Being is going to give us some sort of eternal existence. That sort of existence is problematic, because eternity is then to be spent in absolute servitude to a mysterious keeper. Nothing is said about the existence of sex, good booze, gambling, travel, sports, fast cars or designer clothes, so why would one want to sign on. It sounds a lot like a zoo.
There is something interesting about Humans though. As age overwhelms us we can get a bit like the dog and just want to go make our nest and have privacy till the end. We call that 'getting weird'. I'm not too sure about that.
I think the cold weather makes me think about 'things'. Also I'm definitely a 'Dumb Ass'.........
All things living are locked into life without respite until there is no longer life. This is true of all things in and on the ground. Drugs possibly give a form of respite from life which might explain some of why it is so attractive to those who use them, but as soon as you come out of the fog, there's that life thing again, and everything that depressed you is still there.
Two of the most depressing places I've ever been were to the Zoo and any Nursing Home. The eyes of the creatures in both places tell it all, neither place has a future.
Awareness of life and how it ends makes homo sapiens the grand marshal of our journey because we absolutely know it's going to end. I'm not sure if any other animal knows what's going to happen but some make preparations that would suggest they know something monumental is about to happen, like dogs, when death is on its way, if the dog is able, will go somewhere private to make a nest then wait on the end to arrive and go peacefully when it's time.
Humans, on the other hand, as a rule fight to the very last breath. In life we don't really have a way to think about finality and get this cockamamie idea that we can beat death, usually destroying the quality of life in our final days waging war with the end, trying to retain the power of the Ace in the Hole in that a Supreme Being is going to give us some sort of eternal existence. That sort of existence is problematic, because eternity is then to be spent in absolute servitude to a mysterious keeper. Nothing is said about the existence of sex, good booze, gambling, travel, sports, fast cars or designer clothes, so why would one want to sign on. It sounds a lot like a zoo.
There is something interesting about Humans though. As age overwhelms us we can get a bit like the dog and just want to go make our nest and have privacy till the end. We call that 'getting weird'. I'm not too sure about that.
I think the cold weather makes me think about 'things'. Also I'm definitely a 'Dumb Ass'.........
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