Last Saturday a few people, 200 million, were supposed to disappear and the rest of us were going to have to live with more of a mess than we already have. I have no joy about Harold's mistake. The poor guy seems to be really invested in this. I wouldn't want to be his dog. I might get kicked.
What I do find fascinating is the continuing focus of so many on dooms-day scenarios. I don't get it. Don't people have enough to pay attention to without trying to figure out when the whole thing is going to come crashing down? Maybe that's why there's so much interest in this stuff. Maybe we don't want to deal with all the normality. We'd rather be seeing beyond to the incarnation of 'what if.' Maybe it takes the pressure off.
Some of it is a mob scene. It's why lemmings keep going, everybody else is running, I'd better join. But I think there is a seed of yearning in this whole thing. And that interests me. I think we all would like to see through to something else. I think we'd all like to know, without a doubt that there is more than chance and darkness out there. Good ol' Harold with the huge ears hit on that with his formulae and his droning account of the end. The failure of his particular vision won't make the yearning go away.
I respect the yearning. I think yearners are the wise ones. But our job isn't to solve this conundrum. Our job is to reach with all the power that's within us toward... What? I guess that's why I got into this particular line of work so long ago. This is our particular version of WWF Wrestling. The rule is hang on and be willing to be amazed.
Who knows? We may evaporate at any moment.
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