I just got somewhere between 10 and 11 hours of sleep which is a small miracle given my insomnia. I think I was worn out by pain.
We took the dogs to the vet and my Newf has developed some problems walking in addition to her arthritis. It looks like some spinal cord damage affecting her right hind leg. Sometimes she stumbles or falls, because the nerve signals cut out on that leg. She is almost 14 so there is nothing to be done. The vet said at some point if she can’t walk it will be the end.
Knowing this already, as both my dogs are old and in final decline, it still left me with a lingering weepiness and sadness. Tears keep coming to my eyes periodically.
KING OF SPADES
Nietzsche – “God is dead.”
I’m getting somewhere, I can spell “Nietzsche” off the top of my head. Of such marketable skills are life made.
Back in the 60s man, Nietzsche was revered and this one phrase of his reverberated in universities throughout the world. Weren’t we clever? Is God dead? I think our human notion and bastardization and mistranslation of God is the problem.
Beyond that, I think there are people who shine with something providential; they access the divine.
For today, awash in tears for old dogs and inevitable death, I prefer to imagine something concrete, but rarely accessed by 6 billion humans.