I stumbled onto this topic when I was
pondering the validity of reality being a slave to perception. As I often do, when I agree with a
proposition, I spend days, sometimes years even, chipping away at that until I
discover I’ve been deluding myself.
Not the big D
as in what I contrive as the purpose of life, or my role in it, but just a
particular concept like Santa or the Easter Bunny. An irony in this was brought to the forefront
of my observation through Tig Notaro, a comedian. She said, “I got pneumonia, then I contracted
this life-threatening, deadly illness called C. diff (Clostridium difficile), and it’s this bacteria that just eats your
intestines. I was in the hospital for a
week, lost 20 pounds and then it was my birthday a couple of days after the
hospital..a few days after that, my mother passed away unexpectedly..a freak
accident…I got off a relationship shortly after that, and then I was diagnosed
with cancer..this was all in four months.”
I mean really, you have to see the irony of that as life perhaps joking
around with you? Is there a contest with
life to see how long it takes for a comedian to admit, “hey, that’s not funny”
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