Wait. “Late?”
As in… he missed an appointment?
I’d have to say if we’re talking about appointments and taking trips, he did a pretty splendid job of making it.
As a lot of people know, I’m big into language. Well, not exactly language. Not like Becci. Or other people. More… semantics. I think that how we talk about something and the definitions we use are very important.
I was talking this morning and I said the “late” comment… and then it started to bother me that I did. It is another one of those comments that changes…
“A great and amazing writer, cultural savant, and true human being has died and will never be with us again”
to…
“He was late for the tea party.”
It just, really, makes me sick. We have this morbid fascination with death. It permeates a lot of our actions, our religions, our beliefs… and yet, we can not even talk about it.
There are a lot of things that come into perspective when we face our own morality, no matter what you believe happens “after life” … (again.. notice the language) but so many people refuse to look at that.
Living blind to life and death, so many people trudge along into a oblivious daily existences that amount to nothing… and this is another fear so many face. They do not want their lives to be pointless, but in their own wandering and evasion, they defeat their own very goals.
Stop hiding.