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Jun. 12th, 2006 10:25 pmAccident, Misfortune, Tragedy.
We spent our lives trying to dodge these demons.
We ignore and deny. We hope and pray. We plan and execute. We scheme and manipulate.
Ultimately, we bargain, we cry, we beg, and we succumb.
We laugh them off after the fact. We name them Murphy, Fate, Vengeance, as if changing their names actually changes their essence, and thereby also changes their presumptively assigned intent and merit.
We hide behind rue smiles engendered by the caustic sarcasm of flippant phrases, like "Life's a Bitch and she's out to get me!", and "no one gets out alive".
We assign blame: sometimes to one another; sometimes to the jungle of inanimate objects that surround us and comprise our world; sometimes to a higher power, named or unnamed, personal or pantheistic, plenary or ethereal.
Such is the state of man, to complain and to blame that which he cannot control, which is beyond control and thereby is a hint at the True Nature we'd willingly rather not know.
We spent our lives trying to dodge these demons.
We ignore and deny. We hope and pray. We plan and execute. We scheme and manipulate.
Ultimately, we bargain, we cry, we beg, and we succumb.
We laugh them off after the fact. We name them Murphy, Fate, Vengeance, as if changing their names actually changes their essence, and thereby also changes their presumptively assigned intent and merit.
We hide behind rue smiles engendered by the caustic sarcasm of flippant phrases, like "Life's a Bitch and she's out to get me!", and "no one gets out alive".
We assign blame: sometimes to one another; sometimes to the jungle of inanimate objects that surround us and comprise our world; sometimes to a higher power, named or unnamed, personal or pantheistic, plenary or ethereal.
Such is the state of man, to complain and to blame that which he cannot control, which is beyond control and thereby is a hint at the True Nature we'd willingly rather not know.