Showing posts with label CanLit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CanLit. Show all posts
"I led the little orchestra and I felt as if I was standing near an open window, watching the curtains shift. As the music rose up, it also vanished. Sometimes it is like this, listening to music: the steady bars let you separate from your body, slip your skin, and you are standing before the shuttering slides of memory. Shades of light, skies filled with cloud, old faces."
They say, As we grow older we embrace resignation.
But O, they totter into it blind and unprotesting. And from their sin, the sin of accepting such a pimp to death, there is no redemption. It is the sin of damnation...The pain was unbearable but I did not want it to end: it had operatic grandeur."
"'What I mean is, at what point did the Lord decide that grass would be green rather than Mondays being green?'
'Did you say Mondays?'
'I mean, having come upon the concept of colors, did he start out making everything green on Monday, say, then everything red on Tuesday, everything yellow on Wednesday, but I mean everything, like a baby God coloring over the lines?'
'A baby God?' the priest said."
We should probably acknowledge life's nonsensical nature more often, though. I'm not saying it should be brought up a hundred times a day, but maybe once in a while - to keep things in perspective. Like when the president finishes a speech, he could look into the TV camera and say, "But still, we don't really know anything at all. Life is unknowable, and one day we'll die without ever having made much sense out of it. It's weird." Saying stuff like that should replace "Good night" and "God bless."
