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@ Ricemoon
2025-04-28 01:33:39
Caitlin Johnstone for once with more personal but nevertheless insightful post on X:
"Had a medical incident in my family the other day. It's funny what a reminder of human mortality can do to dispel all the little resentments and dramas that can build up between loved ones over the years and cause all the old grievances to be seen for the insignificant mind fluff that they are.
And right now I feel sorrowful that it so often takes a major health scare or accident to remind us of this. We all know we're all going to die, but we let the small stuff come between us anyway. We let the little quibbles in our heads stop us from touching hands and experiencing intimacy with each other during our fleeting time on this beautiful planet.
In the play Waiting for Godot, Beckett writes that our mothers "give birth astride of a grave," and it's just so true.
"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more," the character Pozzo laments.
The line resonates because that really is what the human experience feels like. We get a short time here, and then we're gone.
How bizarre is it, then, that we still find time to hate each other? That we still have time for grudges and resentment? That our mothers give birth astride of a grave, and we punch and kick each other on the way down?
Bukowski said, "We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."
It's about the weirdest thing you could possibly imagine."