NotQuiteADiva

Comments by NotQuiteADiva

Elusive Salvation

I’m liking Refried more and more as time goes by, but apparently SD thinks you can critique death... Dang-it! SD gave me a C- on my Final-Days essay; I won’t be able to get into an Ivy League afterlife now! Legacy – that’s what this whole sad thing has me thinking about… It is a very human thing to want to leave a legacy, it seems. Why this is I’m not sure; something to do with the quest for immortality I guess. Some few want to make their mark on the word by either becoming famous/infamous or erecting some lasting monument in some way. Most people, however; consider their children to be their legacy, even though they will most likely be forgotten after only one generation. Yet, for many creative people, children are secondary to leaving an artistic legacy, a masterpiece, a magnum opus that will influence people and be talked about for decades, even centuries to come. I bet you can all name a half-dozen masterpieces right off the top of your head that were created centuries ago, but still remain pertinent and whose creators are iconic names. It is my belief that inside every creative person there is a masterpiece yearning to see daylight, yet they seldom do. Why? Simply because giving birth to a great work is an extraordinarily difficult thing. But you can feel it in there, can’t you? Scratching and tickling, aching to be born… We put it off, don’t we? We can always create that masterpiece later when we’re ready, yes? Well, that’s fine when you’re young, but when you find yourself passing that mark when there’s more life behind you than in front of you, you begin to feel that tickling more and more. Yet we still manage to put it off, the end is always a nebulous thing. There is always more time… However, our hero (protagonist) finds his days literally numbered. No longer is his end a fuzzy vague “something” on the horizon, now it is a black line, a precipice. He hurtles toward it now, down the river of life on his makeshift raft, he can see the misting spray, he can hear the roar of falling water… If you cannot sympathize with that, then show some respect for the final days of a fellow artist, and if you cannot find that in yourself, then I ask you to summon up a few shreds of forbearance for those of us who appreciate our hero’s work.
— June 20, 2010 4:07 p.m.

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