It was the best of times, it was the worst of time but mostly, it was The Times. Grief is the cognitive, emotional and organic ability to accept what is. Suffering is the resistance to what is. Finding our way through is different than finding our way out. And resilience is our essence, our nature. We have the ability to rise from the ashes, to get up again and again. Sustainability not so much, but maybe we are not supposed to sustain. We are bombarded with this need to sustain but we are an entropic species. We are designed to go out of existence even with the advent of AI and the promise of an extended life.
There is a call of the wild that has been missing for a while, having been replaced with anxiety and shame. We need to find a way to howl at the moon to show our kids the way even with the collapse of possibilities and the introduction of so many options. Let the crazy’s lead, Let color reign, Let the fools have their day.
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 data, 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,
Signifying nothing.