Il Pagliacci at the End of the World


                                                                        (photo by Eolo Perfido)

It is sad.

This sorrow we all feel at the moment, though we can’t put a finger on the source of the sadness. We were given a great gift. A pandemic. We were afforded an opportunity to see what our lives would be in the great without.  To take a long hard look at what was important, and we failed. Those of us who saw this as an evolution are sad - and those who saw it as a grand imposition, those who needed it the most, are left angry and anxious. It is sad.

We had the chance to find less, yet we find a world of billionaires flying to space, while others leverage and borrow against what have to buy more feeding only their ego.  Supply chain woes when half that absent supply is simply unneeded and value of imaginary money, imaginary art, and imaginary fame exist like a child’s imaginary friend.  And speaking of imaginary friends, the separation of Church and State was (Constitutionally) created so that personal opinion did not rule the land and restrict a person’s rights.  But what’s The Constitution, when our politicians build unconscionable lies that we know just can’t be true -yet here are.  When this all comes crashing down - society’s great fall - as is inevitable - It’s science folks - “every action has an equal and opposite reaction” - oh, wait, science isn’t real, the past two years showed us that! (sigh) -the words like inconvenience and depression will find greater meaning. You ain’t seen nothin,’ folks.

It’s sad, because the world we thought would be destroyed by a pandemic, just two short years ago. Has now been destroyed by us.  So, thank you society; in your greedy rush to get back to whatever “normal” you had going for you; all your hurry, greed, and bitching about inconvenient this had been for you, we learned absolutely nothing. The unthinkable milestone of one million deaths from COVID was marked this passed week with hardly a shock - think back to the hand-ringing of 1000 deaths. All is numb and there’s now no place to go but down, so stock up on some clown masks and crocodile tears

Duck and cover, gang. Duck and cover.

Just like Pagliacci did, I try to keep my sadness hid. . .

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