When Did Words Begin to Lose Their Meaning?
And what does that mean for pictures, supposedly worthy of a thousand of them?
holga
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We’re at the corner. The question is, will we turn it? Why are there so many people in this country, this world, who are afraid of the answer?
Be forewarned, I’m in one of those moods. Not like the other day when I tried to convince myself life is anything but everything. Well maybe it is, but right now it’s not.
See what I mean.
Right now it’s, “life is everything, everything is life.” And for those percentages that disagree, I say to them, “work it out.” Maybe it’s the four hours of sleep, the pissy weather, or the upcoming election. Maybe it’s the beauty of how my son says, “poppa,” the taste of this coffee, or the spark in my wife’s eye and mischievous curl of a smile that crosses her beautiful face.
Maybe I have no idea what I’m talking about. Maybe all of life’s questions are rhetorical. Maybe we were all suppossed to be just dumb animals floating in the great pool and a bolt of lightning screwed up those plans. Grand design, fateful chance, paper or plastic? Fuck, I don’t know. But the coffee does taste good, and my baby boy is gorgeous, so is his big sister, and I’m still the luckiest man alive.
Yup, going to be one of those days, but it beats the alternative, right? Remember, you were warned.
There are more than a few ways to look at this. I guess it all depends on where you are standing.
