I have given up on my own words tonight.
w1, w2:
Yes, strange, darkness best, and the darker the worse, then all well, for the time, but it will come, the time will come, the thing is there, you’ll see it, get off me, keep off me, all dark, all still, all over, wiped out– Yes, perhaps, a shade gone, I suppose, some might say, poor thing, a shade gone, just a shade, in the head–[Faint wild laugh.]–just a shade, but I doubt it, I doubt it, not really, I’m all right, still all right, do my best, all I can–
M:
Yes, peace, one assumed, all out, all the pain, all as if . . . never been, it will come–[Hiccup.]–pardon, no sense in this, oh I know . . . none the less, one assumed, peace . . . I mean . . . not merely all over, but as if . . . never been-
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u50IoS2nY7I
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Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed–and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors–and they have no comforter. And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive. But better than both is he who has not yet been, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.
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There is no sense in this. I know.
I want to wish you all the very best, in life or otherwise. You deserve it.
Good luck.
2 comments
Makes perfect sense,
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
There is sense in this and I have noticed it myself. Yet I still do not know what I can do to it. Every day I fight to bring freedom to those who are more oppressed than myself. One might say that it is all I have to live for now.
It all comes down to the power problem, and I hate to say that it is broken without a suggestion on how to fix it, but it is so obviously broken that anyone who wants to see it can see it. But I can not fix it – at least not alone. I don’t even know where to begin.
I guess the easy part is finding a problem. The hard part is fixing it.