stgulik

I subscribe to Michael Nesmith (of Monkees fame) on Facebook, and I find him kind of a surprisingly funny and gentle philosopher at times. I want to share something that made me really stop and think this morning.

I am so happy the world finally ended. I was wondering if it would --
if the date would just come and go and all whose people who were wrong
would just never admit it, and all those who were curious would just
never know.

But sure enough, -- here we all are, on the other side. We are all good.
We can move on now. I am happy to let those who
thought the world would end have their way.

For me, the world ends a little bit all the time anyway, replaced at every turn
by a bright new one with endless possibilities for good.

In case you didn't know, there is a secret society of very powerful
grown ups. By powerful I mean like having the Queens veto. (the cabby
says to me in the UK "nah, she don't have no power really, just a title
is all. We love her but she can't do nuffink -- oh, well, I mean, she
can dissolve Parliament.")

I can bring a convivial family meal to a complete and silent halt by just looking up
and saying "Now, tell me who all you people are again."

It's one of those semi-funny jokes that only works if you are the oldest one at the table.
The moment hangs on "Is Papanez nuts, or self-aware and just kidding?"

It mustn't linger too long. It has to be resolved quickly -- followed by
the smile and the twinkle -- and no, no, no -- Papanez was just kidding.[...]

As my world continues to end, I am delighted and amazed by its constant renewal.
As I admit mistakes I realize I am not locking the mistakes in, but getting rid of them.

Then I am on the other side -- all is well, all is made new, all is forgiven.
The end becomes the beginning.