Life
on Planet Earth
“You're
on earth. There's no cure for that.” Samuel Beckett
I've
been following the NFL draft—not by choice, mind you, but because
my sons were keen to know who would be chosen by which teams. They
are sellers of sports cards, so it's important to know whose card
just went up in value and whose did not. But it got me wondering,
what does it mean that more people tuned into the first round of the
NFL draft than watched the Winter Olympics? What does it mean that
both my sons, who almost never watch television, have been huddled
around mine for two nights? The world is full of unanswerable
questions.
I
frequently think I'm on the wrong planet, but alas, I don't know of a
better one. I am pretty sure the Mother Ship dropped me off by
accident and forgot to come back. I mean, why on earth are those
bizarre guys on Duck Dynasty in such great demand—do people
actually believe they represent the mindset of Southerners? One was
even a guest at the White House recently! What's up with that?
And
there's the international obsession with the likes of the Kardashians. Seriously,
have we collectively gone soft in the head? Can we actually believe
the way they live is the way life should be? No wonder we call our
grandparent's generation “the greatest;” at least they knew what
was important and what was not.
Samuel
Beckett was a man who believed the fewer words the better, so he
wrote very short sentences. He could sum up a situation so succinctly
as to boggle the mind. For instance, he wrote about the
inscrutability of human behavior, saying, “We are all born mad.
Some remain so.” I'm with him!
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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