that's not what he meant.
no, but the thing is this. who's going to watch you die? it doesn't matter that your hair greys and your eyes darken. i will be perfectly content to grow fat and slow with a portly wife. and if there's one person who would be ok with losing his hair, it would be me. i've never obsessed about amazing looks so i don't fear losing them. i didn't mean to imply that it was the loss of the superficial things that scares me. noah doesn't actually change that much superficially. that's not where the desperation stems.
the desperation stems from something deeper and less physical but more penetrating. each day passes by and we see our surroundings thrash by at lightning speed, changing shape, and misinterpreting signals, and falling under radar, and eventually it all fades to the meaningless. nothing sticks. nothing affects us at the core of our being. the unbearable lightness of being. the repetition of the insincere.
and after the years pass by in seconds, it becomes obvious that our physical presentation is a part of that meaningless. our hair combed into different shapes for each day of six years until it no longer matters. our face thickens and our eyes sag and we see that they are not a part of us. they are insubstantial.
what sticks? what has weight? the soul of our eyes? the legacy of our accomplishments? the imprint of our loved ones? i can't see any of those things at high speed.
so what is the point? if we rise and we fall and everything changed but none of it mattered, then why?
why?
Posted by heydomsar
2006-09-10
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