Life is Tragic
Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrifices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, flags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death–ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from we come and to which we shall return.
James Baldwin
Michelle, your sharing of James Baldwin’s words at a time like the one we see ourselves is both poignant and provocative…” indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible for life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from we come and to which we shall return.” Your own keen sense of “confronting with passion the conundrum of life”, is a beacon of hope from within that darkness. Thank you for sharing.
Richard, such lovely and generous words. Thank-you! ❤️
Michelle did you receive my other email explaining a request for some help?