We’re brought up to expect a happy ending. But there are no happy endings. There’s only death waiting for us. We find love and happiness, and it’s snatched away from us without rhyme or reason. We’re on a deserted space ship careening mindlessly among the stars. The world is Dachau, and we’re all Jews.
We’re all going to die. People were calmly walking the streets. Idiots, laughing, happy – and they were all dying. Their hours were numbered, and they wasted them playing stupid card games and going to silly movies and pointless football games. Wake up! she wanted to scream. The earth is God’s slaughterhouse, and we’re his cattle. Didn’t they know what was going to happen to them and to everyone they loved?
Life is a cosmic grab-bag. At this moment, somewhere in the world, someone is losing a child, skiing down a mountain, having an orgasm, getting a haircut, lying on a bed of pain, singing on a stage, drowning, getting married, starving in a gutter. In the end, aren’t we all that same person? An aeon is a thousand million years, and an aeon ago every atom in our bodies was a part of a star. Pay attention to me, God. We are all a part of your universe, and if we die, part of your universe dies with us.
In the end, each of us is alone, but in the meantime, we must all huddle together to give one another comfort and warmth.
If you believe in what you are doing, then you must fight for it. You must stay. Do not let anyone frighten you away.