July 17, 2002

Journal Tuesday, 16 July


Journal
Tuesday, 16 July 2002

The News, not anything in particular, just everything in total, has made me weary and sad.

There must be something in the cosmic rays that fall on the godly and the ungodly alike that is making us all, all across the planet, gnaw our own paws off, like distempered dogs. Maybe it has finally happened; maybe today humankind has gone as far as it is going to go, up the long, steep gradient toward order and reason, that long moving wedge, that escalator of events, representing all of human history, its motors driven by invention, inspiration, genius, blood and tears, carrying its riders higher and higher, towards what? Doesn't matter. We're not gonna get there this way. If we keep doing what we have always done, we'll get what we've always got.

So much for the bootstrap theory of social evolution. I never believed in that false God anyway. Imperfect men do not create perfect societies. Neither, Perfect Women. We are lemmings, with the illusion of marching forward, while being carried inexorably backward, downgrade the slippery slope of entropy, headed for the lemming cliffs, falling backwards, all together.

Such is the nature of my angst and sadness, and there seems to be no consolation. A walk down the lane provided no solace. Even a long romp with the dog brought only temporary distraction. Like the psalmist, I find myself "counted among them that go down to the pit" and there is no digging out. O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver me from the body of this death?.




And my dear daughter, hearing this, would drawl, in mock sympathy...

Hey dad, you want any cheese with your WHINE?

Posted by fred1st at July 17, 2002 08:36 AM
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