I feel so profoundly sad. I am grieving for things that a month ago, a day ago, two hours ago, were my bedrock. Everyone around me is sad, scared, and suffering. Remy showed me a picture and it's making the hurt feel a little bit better. Not less painful, but more meaningful. And meaning gives beauty.
Watch as this coterie of humans flaunts their humanity in all its unsubtle imperfection! Watch as young beings make mistakes over and over again until the karma has to sledgehammer the lesson home! Watch as wounded spirits flaunt their scars and pick at their scabs and ritually re-enact their wounding with and upon one another! Laugh your heart out at the sheer egotism, egoism, and self righteous sound and fury these poor creatures wear like stolen costumes from a theatre trunk! Chuckle sorely at the gruesome and ludicrous mishaps of self-inflicted fortune! Come one, come all, and witness the spectacular dance of the Blind Leading The Blind, thrill to the world famous acrobatic troupe, the Spastic Fantastics, and experience the once-in-a-lifetime brilliance of the Stupid Sage On A Rock Mime Extravaganza.
Yeah, what she said.