Yes, I was thinking of 'The Princess Bride.' And... yes, I was thinking about Saddam being killed. Personally, I find no satisfaction in his death (not that I think he was anything close to a good guy). But I am a pacifist through and through - not just in war, but regarding capital punishment too. I don't care to argue the fact with anyone. I'm just saying... if everybody lives by 'an eye for an eye' pretty soon the whole world is blind.
But mostly I'm still thinking about going through Jane's mom's stuff. It was my privilege yesterday to clean part of the house. I just kept thinking how comforted Sarah would have been knowing that her house would be a little cleaner when strangers came to take her stuff. Not that she was a clean freak, but she was pretty conscientious I think. It was a meager attempt at helping her keep some dignity.
But... man, it was so draining. I must have walked up and down the stairs a million times. And I'm not used to using any muscles other than the pea-sized one between my ears. Some progress was made, but there is still A LOT to do.
And maybe the sad thing was how I started to kinda get mad about everything. I mean, it just kinda seems like Jane is getting a raw deal compared to what some others got. But, you know, I know I shouldn't even be thinking about it. I really am glad there just wasn't any debt. I dunno... nobody wins when death is on the line. And I guess I'm the maddest about the fact that I let myself get mad... that I let it 'get to me.' I guess it happens. I'll get over it.
So... Nobody wins. And maybe nobody should. Life is life. It's not meant to be fair. We're not meant to live here forever. And our stuff is just stuff. And one day somebody will be going through ours - deciding whether to pitch it, sell it, take it to keep someone else from getting it, or possibly... just possibly... they will appreciate it; cherish it. I am hoping to be more appreciative this coming year.
Peace, friends.
2 comments:
You know Dan, I'm NOT a pasifist (or a speller)but I also get no "good vibs" from Saddum's death. To be honest, it's even bugging me a little that they kiled him the way they did. You ask a great question, Why don't people appericate life more?
On a less thoughtful and lower ground there is me; I'd kill him twice and sleep like a baby that night for all the suffering this man has caused. I'd bear the burden myself, that I may have to face God for it some day. To put back the value on the lives this man has taken (100,000+) I would pull the gallows lever myself, with a sandwich in one hand, rather than talk about him as if he were a force of nature like a tornado--"sorry, your family got in the way of a mad dictator who formed as a result of high and low pressure converging." I would make it clear that if you kill enough people to approach genocidal numbers, we're through playing "tag." I still have the image in my head of a dead Kurdish mother and her baby, covered in a white power from being gassed with her entire village. I'm beyond debate myself, just on the other side, I'm glad he's dead...as it should be.
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