grizgod's blog

I went to take a piss of my balcony a few minutes ago, and then I realized it was raining. Normally, this wouldn’t bother me. Then I saw the American flag waving across the street from a lamppost. It was left there by the city I live in; a hangover from Memorial Day.

America is remembering to celebrate its own achievements, but leaving the cleanup for a non-existent mother figure that will never come. Memorial Day makes me think of a line of dead people, not standing, but lying there like the next phase of an amusement park ride queue. Is there a greater end for them? The greatest dice roll in life is if there is an afterlife.

Are the soldiers we’re remembering raising glasses in the netherworld or experiencing what the living do under a clinical dose of morphine? If they aren’t in the former, then what point is there to serving one’s life up to a greater good? The man who doubts the necessity of the noble lie is hopeless and branded a bastard to his own children. While the greatest tragedy is the possibility of so many lives lost into a great abyss of absolute nothing, the greatest relief is that one may be a part of this tragedy and never know it.