I realize how harsh this whole series of posts sounds but remember, this is not an academic blog or an advice blog, it is my after hours blog, and I am a sculpted skull on a stela at Copán.
And in this particular performance of life I have been exhorted for decades about how difficult certain things should be if, apparently, one is to be a proper person, and I have listened, and I have carried that burden for decades, and I am throwing it off. And in this story the lost manuscript is found and is pieced together, and the burden is put down.
And after being exhorted so much about how one must suffer, in solidarity at least with those who were allegedly having a harder time than oneself while also occupying positions more important than one’s own; after so much else, I finally decided I would say we should enjoy life anyway.
I understand why writing is so fraught: it is because the wolf is at the door. I do understand that but still I do not accept that pressing on suffering is the way to remedy things.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 