Latter-day Me
"These endless days are finally ending in a blaze..." — Buffy, the Musical
Sometimes I get in this mood, this place, where i get a true sense that today, I am living as the Latter-day Me.
There's a shocking implication here, that one talking thus might consider a 'desperate outrage to himself' but it would be wrong to assume that that's the only implication.
I don't mean a foreseeable end of me; on the contrary, at times like these I fail to foresee anything.
Consider the age-old existentialist question: Is this all there is?
Well, yes.
This is all there is. I don't know what next week, next month, next season will bring. Mostly I don't want to know these things, but that's usually when I have a good idea of what might happen.
These latterdays give no comfort, and yet there's going to be something happening. There always seems to be.
And that's a great place to start, isn't it?
Comments
So, there is veritas for you. In your very first post in all of this:
Quote: "Consider the age-old existentialist question: Is this all there is?
Well, yes."
And there you have it. Root, hog or die now. For once you die, there is nothing else.
Hence, your morally relativistic, hedonistic and nihilist vision of things. No wonder you loathe bloghogger; it, like the church, dares to tell you that this is not only a desolate vision, but an incorrect one as well.
Posted by: hoody | April 25, 2005 08:13 AM
Too funny, hoody.
You tell me I can't possibly know—and neither can you—what *might* have happened 40 years ago with V2, and yet you know about an afterlife?
I don't loathe bloghogger. It's called defending yourself against the legions of hive-minded people like you're raising, who are on the attack against people not like them.
I hope you're proud of yourself.
Posted by: God of Biscuits | April 25, 2005 08:42 AM
In this case, it is not "pride". It is "paranoia" (on your part. Find for me the time my children have come in here and assaulted your way of being), and it is above all tragic. That one as intelligent as you (yes, I've seen it, though it is sorely lacking in humility) and loyal (using Sam as witness to this) is given to pursuing such a desolate vision. It is a tremendous waste of God-given talent.
Posted by: hoody | April 28, 2005 02:12 AM
What is there to be proud of? It is tragic. That such talent (yes, I have seen it), commitment (as witness, Sam) and intelligence (also evident, though sadly lacking in humility) is spent on such a desolate vision. You would have much to offer in the service of truth. . .yet it is squandered.
Posted by: hoody | April 28, 2005 10:34 AM
My talents are my own. Credit goes to my parents, to their genetics, to my upbringing.
People who post on the internet are more than just implicitly inviting commentary on what they post. Providing a comments section just cinches the deal.
You have taught your kids all of the hubris and superiority of life at the Right Arm of God, with none of the compassion, humility and decency—at least none of that spills through to their public personae.
How would YOU propose I stop "squandering" my talents? By ignoring the larger body of knowledge and sticking to catholic.com and newadvent.org and jesusmademebetterthanyou.edu?
Should I just stick to what God seems to have provided, what FOX news provides, and what armchair psychologists like you lob across the internetways to people who seem lost like you think your brother is?
You don't ever solve for happy: you solve for a time where your intactitude is, by definition, already gone.
You're the lost one, hoody, and your spawn just very well may be, too. and at your hands, not God's.
Posted by: God of Biscuits | April 30, 2005 12:09 PM