On Being Philosophical - New Year's Eve Ruminations
This is my last post of the year. It's not my fault. We've run out of days. On a positive note, I am told we will receive a new allotment very very soon, perhaps in 2013.
This is typically a time when we look back at the past year. Time magazine does its Man of the Year, everyone has a top movies list, and for the last several years we have seen the proliferation of coolest iPhone app lists. I've spent way too many years of my life mired in existential quicksand to just want to go and engage in a retrospective inventory of myself. But this year, I am happy to report, I am coming out of it better than I went in.
Of course, being the depressive realist that I am, this means I am absolutely dreading what may hit me in 2013.
Like it or not, these are the days we get philosophical. We escaped the Mayan calendar and we were recently told an approaching coment wouldn't hit the earth. But what if they're wrong? Sorry, can't help it.
For some reason, last night I Googled the poem "Ozymanidas," by Shelley. It's worth quoting in full:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away".
No sense in resisting being philosophical. It's that time of year. To tell you the truth, I kind of like it.
To everyone at HealthCentral: Many thanks for sharing 2012 with me. See you all - right on time and ready for business - in 2013.