Reflections From a Murky Pond

This is a simple fact. You’re going to die. Something in this world is going to kill you, me, and everyone else currently alive. This is a fact, an incontrovertible fact, a cornerstone of our existence.

You’re Going To Die

It’s the response to this facet of reality by so damn many people in America that makes this video funny, ironic social commentary, and a useful example of why things like Obamacare were always doomed to fail.

Simply and inelegantly put, too many inside America’s borders are cowards who fear death far too much to even live. Indeed, they fear their own deaths – inevitabilities each and every one – so much that they won’t even let others live their lives.

Batshit Crazy? Who Did Decide It Was The Craziest?

Take a moment – not too long though – and think about it. Who did decide that, of all the shit in the world, bat shit was the craziest?

Everyone, please do check you privileges. Oh, not in the manner that the Liberals and Progressives mean for you to do so in order to delegitimize any opinion that you might have that dissents against their agenda and closely held beliefs. Instead check your privileges and, if possible, enumerate them for yourselves because the privileges you’ve earned or your ancestors earned for you will go along way towards defining the character of your culture.

I would say that, even more than rights, privileges are the fundamental metric of what any people value and hold dear.

It may surprise many that I spend a fair amount of my time musing about the state, follies, foibles, and rare successes of Man. Then again, it may not, given that people ascribe little value to such pondering and, hence, would assume I would engage in it.

Much, however, do I muse upon Man and his dysfunctional relationship with both Life and Death. How we deal or, more often than not, fail to deal with either perplexes me.

Some men seek power because life ends. Others, for the same reason, seek meaning. And yet the world is the same for both sorts, and makes no effort to accommodate either.

Self inspection is for most people very difficult, especially when such musing and pondering centers on one’s place in the grand scheme of life.

Oh My God! I’m An NPC!

And yes! We are most of us merely NPCs, bit characters in someone else’s story, forever doomed to play out our small parts and be forgotten, having done little at all which will be remembered by history. But this would be a harsh realization and most people won’t ever make it and will vociferously reject it if it is pointed out to them.