#Poem – The Problem of Meaning in Primitive Languages / 07.11.20

When someone asks you
How you are
This could be an invitation:
Not to ‘small talk’
But to honest conversation.

After all,
There’s more than enough small talk.
And so many of us
Feel like we have nobody to really talk to.

And so,
We don’t talk
Because we don’t think anyone wants to listen
We don’t want to listen
And so
Even though a little listening
Would go a long way
Such a long way
We don’t talk
We don’t fucking listen
People die inside
Then they die for good
Not for good,
But for nothing
And, if not for nothing, then for misguided reasons
And so
The suffering goes on
For want of
A kind ear
A kind heart
You could die for
Not simply expressing yourself
And maybe it could all have been avoided
If we’d have only broken the surface
Just the once.

Cover image by Anna Marie Škardová from Pixabay

#Idea – Don’t Try to Leave a Legacy / 13.04.20

I have been wondering
Why we make more people
If they’re going to suffer and eventually die.
And why, particularly,
Do some people bring children into environments
That are so harsh
And that offer so few opportunities?

When you have a child of your own
You take an optimistic view
You gamble (…perhaps not consciously)
That all the happiness your kid will experience
Will outweigh all of the pain that they will experience.

Put another way
You posit that it’s better to exist, than not to.
And that life will be a ‘net positive’,
(From an existential point of view).

black white universe photo
Photo by europeanspaceagency

And so, you make a bet
(…again, perhaps not consciously)
That the good you can do in the (…roughly) first 18 years of life
Will be enough to offset the possibility of suffering in the next 70 years (…roughly).
Once the kids are ‘all grown up’, have long fled the nest
And no longer listen to a word you say.

And, there’s also this idea of ‘legacy’
Responsible for so many new lives
Some people have children because they wish to leave something tangible
Something that lives, breathes
And remembers
Even when they no longer can.
If you die, but your genes are passed on
Do you survive, in some way?

Not in the literal sense,
But perhaps you do for a while,
Perhaps there’s a memorial of some sorts
An archive of your activity on social media
The pictures you took and that were taken of you
And, if you’re lucky
Tall tales your descendants tell about you
A Wikipedia entry
Or a song, book or screenplay that they write about you.

black white universe photo
Photo by Fan.D & Dav.C Photgraphy

Does anyone survive in a long enough timeframe?
Probably not.
And there’s probably no use in trying.

Consider, perhaps:
Even if you do pass your genes along
And create a perfectly well-adjusted person
Who goes on to live a long and happy life
(…which I hope you do, should you choose to have kids)
One day, long after you are gone, your genetic line will be broken
Someone in the line of descendants is going to fail to reproduce.
If not,
Something will eventually cause the species to collapse (…given a long enough timeframe)
If the death of the sun doesn’t get us first
The death of the universe will
Though these things appear to happen in ridiculously extended timeframes
That we can’t possibly conceive of.

As such,
In a long enough timeframe
There are no survivors.
And no enduring legacy
I don’t think it’s worth trying to outwit
Stellar evolution, entropy, biology or the heat death of the universe.
Just enjoy your moment in the sun.
And be as good as you possibly can to your kids,
If you choose to have them.

Cover Image by WikiImages (Pixabay)