I was completely taken by surprise when I saw the title in my inbox. Says on the page that appeared, after I clicked on the link: "Schuma - Which card will put the biggest smile on Luis's face?" "None of them, because he's dead." Or, more precisely, he's been dead for almost half an year.
These days I've found myself following closely to the ongoing Ipswich murder case and checking the BBC site at every given moment for the latest news and the identities of the last 2 victims. Sincere and strangely, I was hoping that Paula Clennell wasn't one of them. When the police identified her as the fifth girl dead, I found myself letting out a great sigh, staring expressionlessly at the monitor, same reaction when Dennis Rodman made that goddamn 3-pointer againt the Jazz in the finals. Disbelief and a sense of total powerlessness. Well, this reaction was probably shared by many because we have seen the anguished look on her dad's face and in his words and we're all imagining what kind of torment he is going through right now. We suppose than we feel it, supposedly. Masking and fabricating ones feelings.
Depressing news are always in stock, unrest in Somalia, in Iraq, in Gaza, murders, suicides, and what eles? umm, let me see... poverty, diseases, nuts, whatever the fuck, etc. etc. Eveytime, in the face of such news, one just can't help wondering, for what?
Why all these sufferings? These happinesses? Why all these feelings at all? If one should vanish into nothing in the end then, what's the point? Gary Tarn, the pom director I met in the documentary festival, said that the meaning of life is life itself. But I just can't help wondering what if life itself is nothing, then what's it all about? If life is nothing then the lives of our children are also nothing, and the same applies to all life forms on earth because when they reach the end of their life spans they all turn into nothing, then it's just an endless and meaningless continuance of nothingnesses which amounts to, naturally, nothing in the end (where is the end?). Nothing at all. A thriving planet, full of lives would be nothing but empty words. Philosophy, knowledge, education, love, a better future, all cease to have any significances for if life is nothing, all is nothing. It's all in vain, and a better future, for what? For nothing.
Someone said nothing will come out of nothing, it's quite true, but it's rhetoric in essence so it could also be false, depending on the context. It's just too buggering all these nothingnesses and it makes life unnecessarily harder because living without knowing for what, without knowing the Answer is no comfort at all.
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These days I've found myself following closely to the ongoing Ipswich murder case and checking the BBC site at every given moment for the latest news and the identities of the last 2 victims. Sincere and strangely, I was hoping that Paula Clennell wasn't one of them. When the police identified her as the fifth girl dead, I found myself letting out a great sigh, staring expressionlessly at the monitor, same reaction when Dennis Rodman made that goddamn 3-pointer againt the Jazz in the finals. Disbelief and a sense of total powerlessness. Well, this reaction was probably shared by many because we have seen the anguished look on her dad's face and in his words and we're all imagining what kind of torment he is going through right now. We suppose than we feel it, supposedly. Masking and fabricating ones feelings.
Depressing news are always in stock, unrest in Somalia, in Iraq, in Gaza, murders, suicides, and what eles? umm, let me see... poverty, diseases, nuts, whatever the fuck, etc. etc. Eveytime, in the face of such news, one just can't help wondering, for what?
Why all these sufferings? These happinesses? Why all these feelings at all? If one should vanish into nothing in the end then, what's the point? Gary Tarn, the pom director I met in the documentary festival, said that the meaning of life is life itself. But I just can't help wondering what if life itself is nothing, then what's it all about? If life is nothing then the lives of our children are also nothing, and the same applies to all life forms on earth because when they reach the end of their life spans they all turn into nothing, then it's just an endless and meaningless continuance of nothingnesses which amounts to, naturally, nothing in the end (where is the end?). Nothing at all. A thriving planet, full of lives would be nothing but empty words. Philosophy, knowledge, education, love, a better future, all cease to have any significances for if life is nothing, all is nothing. It's all in vain, and a better future, for what? For nothing.
Someone said nothing will come out of nothing, it's quite true, but it's rhetoric in essence so it could also be false, depending on the context. It's just too buggering all these nothingnesses and it makes life unnecessarily harder because living without knowing for what, without knowing the Answer is no comfort at all.
