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The End of Time, Epilogue
First published January 1, 2008, the original work of fiction, "The End of Time," may now be closed to a brief comment in the reality of this, our own place and circumstance.
We may expropriate from future generations as much as we wish; in return, those future generations can take nothing from us but respect for who we were and what we did.
We have again and now plundered their land with our self-gratifying impunity, lying to ourselves that we are somehow doing this for them.
We are not. We are doing this for ourselves. We know that, and surely they will, too. Our choice of whether or not to acknowledge this is irrelevant: they, not we, control the words that will be inscribed about us in their history books.
In their time, in bitter disgust, those now very young and those yet to be born will plunder our graves of honor. It is their privilege and right; it is, in fact, their grim and solemn duty.
Without the past, which we have already bled of its treasure gifted to us, and without the future, which we are now about to bleed of its treasure gifted by us, we have reached the end of time, that circle of light in the present from which we have drawn what light the times that have passed could offer and from which we have no light to cast into the swallowing blackness of the ages and years to come.
Celebrate this day: we vanquished the past, and we have now sacked the future. Victory is ours.
The consequences are theirs.
i began apologizing to my kids over a decade ago. i told them "we weren't really trying to fuck everything in the entire world up, that's just how it ended up."
sometimes the ideas of our tombs being robbed reminds me of the wisdom held in our style of burial on the rez. because the mountains are full of rocks with a shallow bedrock table, we bury on scaffolds. unlike the kiowa, arapaho, souix, and cheyenne nations our traditional burials don't involve any regalia or personal possessions. we have our designated places, where we build a scaffold and lay a naked warrior to rest, rot, and feed the birds. there is nothing to identify corpse or bones. which comes in handy for discouraging any interest of archeologists.
so, go ahead. rob our graves. once we lay our dead down, we are pretty much done with them.
riots and strikes in greece, romania, china, france, and the netherlands so far.
not a peep from the americans. no rage, just sullen, sheepy compliance.
Let not young souls be smothered out before
They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride.
It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull,
Its poor are ox-like, limp and leaden-eyed.
Not that they starve, but starve so dreamlessly;
Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap;
Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve;
Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.
I really don't think they'll condemn us anymore than we condemned our recent ancestors for the stock market crash of the 20s or the depression of the 30s.
What I do hope is that the future generations will know and remember who all the rubber-stampers were that helped create this economic turmoil; who were in the partisan "Party of Nope" that voted in lockstep against fixing the problems they helped create; and that there were many who actually, even if just a little bit, did try to help make things better.
The real blame belongs at the top, where the buck stops; and on the tax cuts/warmonger/profiteering politicians and their bobble-head media parrots who sold out their country for the better part of the last 30 years and during the last administration, especially.
It seems that the Big Media hologram that grips vast majority of Americans is so cleverly constructed, orchestrated, and maintained that few can do more than await the next dose of pacifying hypnotic or distracting titillation, nor do they see the need to do more. Past and future barely (and rarely) register on the radar screen anymore.
Puts me in mind of the T.S. Eliot quip, which I think goes something like this: "We had the experience, but missed the meaning" as well as its loose converse: "We got the meaning, but missed the experience."
Will enough even notice what's missing (the "sacked future," the "vanquished past')?
BTW, DW, have you looked into Freecycle in your search for quality used goods? A friend claims he's had some good results.
Good morning, Dark Wraith
You have my solemn oath that if I live long enough to tap dance on the graves of Bush & Co. that my grandchildren will be the heirs of the videograph of me doing so, along with the those very tap shoes so they may do the same to my own grave.
If there is a flaw in this plan, I haven't found it yet and Lord knows, I'm looking for one.
Do not the spirits of bygone Missouri mules stand guard over the graves of the recently departed same, thus preventing the shenanigans of intruders such as you have described?
I recently sought to visit the gravesite of a dear departed Missouri lady, affectionately know as "The Brentwood Battleaxe", with the intention in mind of sprinkling some pepper on her grave, and was pursued and assaulted by hideous beings screaming dire imprecations. When I protested, "But she was the only woman I ever really loved!," they attacked with renewed vigor and I barely made it out alive.
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