There’s a Jew in My Basement

I’m crying.

Jesus mothereffing Christ.

This is embarrassing.

Of course I’ve cried over books in the past, but never like this.

Portents of old age?

And I thought “Never Let Me Go” was a unique case. Now here’s “The Book Thief”.

Reduce me to a blubbering mess why don’t you.

So much shit in the middle of a world forced into hatred and anger and suffering and yet we manage to go on looking for and even finding beauty.

Humans.

So much pain and suffering and pointlessness and stupidity and futility yet our capacity to love never diminishes.

How is this possible?

How do we look at shit and say, “we’ll get through this”?

How do we hope? How do we dream?

Why do we persevere in this bloody thankless existence?

Honestly? I think it’s because we can.

Advertisements

Talk to Me

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s