"'The time has come', the Walrus said
To talk of many things:
Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-wax —
Of cabbages — and kings —
And why the sea is boiling hot —
And whether pigs have wings.'
I think it’s fair to say that the sea is getting hotter and pigs do have wings. However, Harvey’s wings are forever scorched. Do we rejoice in other’s misery (Schadenfreude) or is it more about flying too close to the sun and we want those to get their comeuppance? I don’t think it can get any clearer, we are in a Feminine Revolution and what was tolerated before is no longer tolerable and men will be forced to find other ways to behave. There has been a complicity between men and women, a mutual understanding that has brought out the worst in all of us. We have allowed fear and compromise to dominate. We have allowed gluttony to triumph over character. We have allowed silence to overshadow truth. To EARN a person’s love and respect rather than threaten their very dreams by way of leverage is “The Divine Right of the Insecure.” One can always tell if someone has really found redemption or if they’re just giving lip service, spinning contrite tales in order to reassemble back to what once was.
Sometimes it takes great loss to get the lessons, and sometimes that’s not even enough; but the stakes will keep getting raised if one doesn’t heed the signs. We are so consumed with staying alive, we don’t see how we are dying.
If one is to begin with Lewis Carol than they should end with Shakespeare.
“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,