So I just attended this thing tonite. It was a dramatic ritual that dealt with the question of “how to die”. This time, I was an observer, I’d played a much more central part of this ritual almost a year ago.
But tonite it was as if I was experiencing death myself, the kind of thing that puts the rest of life into a different perspective. Like 2 Xmases ago when I was in the car accident, it put a lot of things in life into perspective. Had a momentary glimpse of what was important.
But what to do when what one realizes in that moment is not popular with the mundane life one must return to? I wonder how often people who survive car crashes, plane crashes, earthquake, etc, any event that, because of the close brush with death, decides to re-order their priorities for the rest of their life. And I wonder how many times that leads to the end of a relationsip. Prolly about as often as such a near brush leads to starting a new relationship with someone who was in the situation.
But I babble.. It’s late, and I really need to get some sleep, been a very long day.