Each farewell, death, parting, stops us in our tracks, leaves us overwhelmed by sadness, leaves us introspecting; forcing us to ask ourselves where to we 're hurtling headlong..., prodding us to ask ourselves philosophical questions; for a moment in the turbid waters of multitude thoughts, we get some clarity of vision --there can't be a better teacher than grief--or so it seems. Unfortunately, we slip back to where we were, back to the turbid waters, where it's all about winning and losing, divisive politics and hatred...Unfortunately.
Mental fatigue when you think about it all when you realize the absurdity of it all.
(Then perhaps you go back to Samuel Beckett)
There is no redemption.
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