This morning, as I do every morning, I got up, let the Demented Fox Terrier,
The Grumpy Cat,
and The Little Shite Who Gets Into Everything and Destroys Furnishings Cat,
out to do what is best done outside, before they all toodle back inside to demand that I feed them. I made my morning coffee. Which is a very LARGE cup,
crawled back under the duvet – it’s a yukky day here – with the Demented Fox Terrier, and went about checking up on my favourite blogs.
Wow – that sentence was much longer than I planned.
At one of my favourite blogs there was this post: Amazing Civilization.
And I began to ponder.
With so much out there – how cruel it is that our lifespan will never allow us to see ALL of it.
Even were we to be King Midas and have as much wealth as we could pop our finger on – there just isn’t enough time.
So – even if I do what many others have done in my family and live long and prosper,
I’m now probably over the half way mark.
And truthfully – as a younger, more stupid version of the me that is now – I drank, smoked, and did drugs. So I’m figuring that all that won’t have helped.
Before you get to imagining a life rolling in the gutter – I’m talking POT (marijuana for those clean living among you) people. Hey – I was young in the seventies. Everyone smoked pot. Although I did smoke a lot of it – I blame the memory lapses on a youth – well, of slight debauchery you might say. I did take Mondays off to clean the flat.
Just so you know – I don’t do those things anymore – well, I do like a good Pinot Noir every now and again.
Back to the pondering.
So if we even out the debauchery of youth with good genetics – I’m still past the half way mark.
And as I don’t have Midas’s lucky fingers – I have resigned myself to accepting the fact that I won’t actually see everything I want to before I am dust.
I’d like to be Yargo. But he only exists on the pages of a book. So living for eons is out of the equation.
Which might be a good thing as Brad Pitt said in Troy.
“I’ll tell you a secret. Something they don’t teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.” – Archilles
I love that line: “Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed.”
I think that it perfectly describes our existence.
But of all the times to live – we live in a wonderous time.
Because nothing is really out of reach anymore. I can see everything – including Brad Pitt’s butt, which is a VERY nice butt if you ask me. In case you didn’t agree with me – here is some more proof for you, and well – I just like looking at the man.
Oh sure – we may not physically walk the sands beside the pyramids, or feel the energy that pulses from the stones at Stonehenge (I’ve been told this by someone who has been there). But then she did a lot of drugs too when she was younger.
But my grandparents, my parents too for most of their lives, needed to be there to see these things.
Today – I can see these things without ever leaving home. I can learn their tales and their legends.
It is in a way a double edged sword – for the very knowing makes it tantalising. These wonders that exist far from me, perhaps not knowing would make it easier. I don’t know. But I think if I had the choice, I would rather know about them.
And while I may be past the half way mark – I have plans to make it one hell of a half.