When my husband died, because he was so famous & known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — & ask me if Carl changed at the end & converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage & never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief & precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive & we were together was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous & so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me & the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other & our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
male “intellectuals” in their early to mid 20s who feel strongly about absolutely nothing but will argue about serious issues like misogyny and racism just to add another “I Win” notch on their belt of arguments are the most pretentious,vapid,soulless pieces of shit i have ever seen.
If you mock or make a joke out of someone’s genuine attempt to communicate with you in your language when it’s not their native tongue, then you are a fucking asshole and aren’t worthy of a moment of their time.
I saw this all the time in my crim major. Months of research, statistic after statistic, case study after case study, and at the end of the semester I would still hear “Stupid welfare queens, go get a job like the rest of us!” Years of brainwashing can’t always be undone with a few years of education. So disheartening, to students like myself and the professors that work so hard to break down these tired stereotypes.
Have you ever had an existential crisis that really just shakes the core of you being? Like, you look at the paths laid in front of you and realize that they were laid by others with intentions of leading you in a specific direction? Adirection that would lead you awayfrom self actualization. Your thoughts and feelings were unknowingly decided by others and that we have been content with this and one day you decide that you need to dictate your own fate but more importantly you really truly need to know what the fox say.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!” Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.