“Whence Came We? What Are We? Whither Go We?” –Title to one of Paul Gauguin’s most mysterious paintings
about four thousand days ago
plus or minus an order of magnitude or two
there was a great local flood
and people have remembered it in myths
because myths inspire and drive us
(just ask tolkien or campbell)
..
meanwhile it is with great sadness that we note
that just this week raw tragedy occurred
two deaths
a father and mother done in by a berserker son
and all kinds of wounds are fresh
in millions of souls
wounds inflicted by the stark wrongness
of loving parents slain
by a son who would not be helped
..
surely new myths are already being wrought
because we like stories
and what a story premise we have here
but the problem with myths
is that they act as baffles to understanding
they act to mislead us from wisdom
..
now it is especially important
for us to discard our love for a juicy narrative
and try to arrive at understanding of this nihilistic act
and with that understanding
however minuscule
arrive at a means of coping
..
gilgamesh of legend
survivor of the flood
is gone
if he ever was here
and make-believe is good for some things
horrendous for others








