(derivative work - Max Goldberg )
THE SECOND COMING
Surely some revelation is at hand;
The darkness drops again but now I know
~ William Butler Yeats ~
(Derivative work - Laurie Shaull )
Above is the Gloucester Fishing Vessel Orion’s newly painted net reel.
Every once in a while crews will paint over the net reels and take the drive-chain off
for a cleaning. The first sight of this work lands as a shock, because one
can get used to - even look forward to the ongoing masterpiece
of color and textures derived from oxidation. No matter.
It’s a good reminder of impermanence and a
guard against attachment - even
attachment to decay.
So you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here.
~ Pink Floyd ~
(Image derivative work - Attribution here)
This too shall pass.
The most important thing of all is that TP still believes - much like his owner George - that what they did was for the best. The death, the displaced populations, the ruined civilizations, the ethnic warring, the trillions of dollars funneled to their besties in the Defense Industry - all of it worth it.
This strong faith is the very thing (along with a personal relationship with Jesus) that will get them through what just must be a terrible time for man and dog…
"When the law shoots down 12-year-old children, or beats down old women on traffic islands, or chokes people to death over cigarettes; when the law shoots people over compact discs, traffic stops, drivers’ licenses, loud conversation, or car trouble; when the law auctions off its monopoly on lethal violence to bemused civilians, when these civilians then kill, and when their victims are mocked in their death throes; when people stand up to defend police as officers of the state, and when these defenders are killed by these very same officers; when much of this is recorded, uploaded, live-streamed, tweeted, and broadcast; and when government seems powerless, or unwilling, to stop any of it, then it ceases, in the eyes of citizens, to be any sort of respectable law at all."
"It simply becomes “force.”
~ Ta-Nehisi Coates ~