Simon Says:
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Revelations:
I recently met a woman, a very beautiful woman. A psychotic woman and to me that makes her even more beautiful. She’s older now but in her younger days she was one of those rare beauties that could make a grown man cry … as the song goes.
Life is stranger than fiction, and we just don’t know what makes certain people gravitate towards one another or for that matter, what drives them apart. What is it that creates hostility and unconditional love? I sometimes think I know the answers; at least I’m sure I know some of them. I also know it doesn’t matter, life is what it is and that’s the macrocosmic answer.
I sometimes envy the simple minded; life is much easier on them. They find purpose in performing menial jobs, acquiring material luxuries that make them happy. Happiness is a little harder to find for others, I know I haven’t found it. I’m not even sure what it is. I haven’t been looking for it lately. I know if I ever had it its gone now, and I don’t seem to care. All I want to do is sleep and I can’t seem to get that right either. My dreams are a lot better than my life. I’ll go for days without sleep and then days when I can’t seem to wake up.
At the suggestion of the beautiful woman I read the last book of the New Testament. The extensive use of symbolism leaves whatever message that might be hidden in it wide open to an infinite number of interpretations. The only thing I feel is made very clear is that we are going to suffer even greater pain than we are experiencing now. The part that disappoints me is that it matters not how you live your life or who you are; you are still going to suffer and be slaughtered along with everyone else. Hopefully it’s not so and just more symbolism subject to your own personal interpretation.
I asked the woman how she could find comfort in such a thing and her response was that the human race is evil and there will be justice in the end. To me it sounds like we are living in hell and I’ve had that feeling for a long time.
I think she is right; the phenomenal part of this story is that this woman would open up to me and tell me things she claims to have not shared with anyone else. There must be a higher power behind the people we meet and the experiences we have. My question is why?
