Fri 08 Mar 2024 01:06:52 PM CST : 1709924812
Old man yelling
As
Reverend Mother Mohiam said of her black box, there are some who'd like
to know its secret. The chemical cocktail that keeps Joetato going for that long could be useful. Whatever it is they
juiced him pretty good last night.
I suppose something that can temporarily make the rotted brain function somewhere near its former level (Joetato was never that bright) could be worth investigating. My recent
thinking on his behavior is that he fears his inevitable death.
Eighty years, ninety or more, your life will soon be over no matter what is done. Why try to keep it
going just a little longer? If you're one of those people who has lived a life of
abject evil, as if you believe there is no afterlife with the possibility of punishment,
it just might that as the end nears you know you were wrong. But as the darkness closes in you know.
You know the awful truth of what awaits you. -- Queso Catilinus
I'm inclined to concur with Queso on the idea that people like
Joetato
are what I call a practical atheist. There are various types, some that merely profess to disbelieve as an act of rebellion against what they know exists,
others that actually do not believe or especially disbelieve (more like agnostics) and and nihilists and such, but human beings are designed to survive. So
we don't want to die, except for deranged persons. And my suspicion about people like 'tater is that they believe until the end that they won't die. It's
not as weird as it might seem to regular people:
Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case. Now what? -- William Saroyan
I can see it. You've lived a life you could have never achieved on your own merit by being a willing tool of evil people. Whether you're
a president or Supreme Court justice or a mega-entertainer, you did the bidding of your dark master in return for an earthly life of luxury. Wealth
and privilege and adulation of millions, never mind that that the millions of adulaters are largely devoid of any redeeming value. They have money
and worship, and that's what you want.
But time goes by and the end approaches. And as the darkness closes in, as Queso says, you know what somewhere inside you always knew.
I wonder if some shred of conscience asks you then, did you really think you were going to get away with it?
