12 years later,
still silent and empty
By Moristotle
[Originally published on December 23, 2009.]
It behooves me, I think, to try to explain why the Christmas holidays compound life’s sadness, as I said the other day they do.
It’s actually pretty simple. The sadness of life lies in loss. We are born (if we haven’t lost already in the womb) and immediately start losing things, at last our life itself. The holidays are symbolic of our once-upon-a-time hope that loss is an illusion:
still silent and empty
By Moristotle
[Originally published on December 23, 2009.]
It behooves me, I think, to try to explain why the Christmas holidays compound life’s sadness, as I said the other day they do.
It’s actually pretty simple. The sadness of life lies in loss. We are born (if we haven’t lost already in the womb) and immediately start losing things, at last our life itself. The holidays are symbolic of our once-upon-a-time hope that loss is an illusion:
