THIS TOO SHALL PASS aka Le Rendez-vous de tous les Vivants

Like people,  All blogs die.

I used to see this blog of mine as a barometer well it is the calm before the last storm then.

Not that there is nothing happening my mind is running at light speed as always and lately it has even hit Warp 9 hell Warp 11 even.

The sad loss of my cat sent me into an existential spin down into the abyss I nearly didn't come out of.

While the world is in Chaos as it always is, Trump, War, the usual madness I am torn to pieces over the loss of a cat I cherished over the past 4 years.
Add to this a  long spell of excruciating back pain worse than any pain I ever had in my life and I had open heart surgery, broken bones, and a gallbladder attack which is way up on the Richter Scale of Pain.

Plus nearing 70 and the entropy taking its toll and my body slowly breaking apart piece by piece, prostate and liver on a "decrepifying" route these days to use a Diablo term, the necromancer decrepify curse.

Oh well I  keep telling myself this is definitely the last stretch I mean I keep being reminded of this old Psalm 

Psalm 90:10

King James Version

10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

So yeah make it to 70 and then start to count 
Just lately Ozzy Osbourne, Richard Simmons and millions and millions of other go in their 70's including Dean Ford who I am listening to at this very moment.

Actually I have been lucky to make it to 70 as many haven't made it this far, starting with my own daughter, my dad, Rod Serling, Doug Adams , Robert Palmer and many other heavy smokers, Tim Curry made it to his 70s but not in the best of shapes.

Anyway this blog at the beginning was supposed to be my legacy I was young and stupid and delusional at the time but it is going to drown in the abyss with every other atom of this universe 

So what is going on and what will be going on?
Well I try to be as NUMB as I possibly can with this cat business as I was deeply deeply hurt and still am underneath trying to be Stoic about it.
But Stoicism a bit like Buddhism is utter bullshit like all the rest and all the corrupt reasoning of our Simian minds trying to understand what the fuck is going on? 

I think Shadowlands (C.S. Lewis) had a better approach as I keep thinking about this touching movie more and more 

NO! It won't do~ This is a bloody awful mess and that's all there is to it

or as Ozzy would say 

There was a time when I was much younger and much more foolish when I was saying in my bipolar ways that in life we only choose the heights of our mountains and that the depth of our valleys is equal And I liked my mountains to be high but now my valleys are nearly killing me and I am not so sure anymore and the word flatlining seems to be appealing.

Anyhoot there are a few interesting prospects in the near future in the form of travelling even though the thought of travelling sounds more and more exhausting and sometimes early in the morning (not my best time of the day) utterly frightening. 

But that is all we have: MEMORIES
until they leave us that is. 
Columbo didn't even know he was Columbo when he died.  

So let's build our last ones and then go on to
Le Rendez Vous de Tous les Hommes~ 

Another biblical expression I love from the French version

Car, je le sais, tu me mènes à la mort, 

Au rendez-vous de tous les vivants.

poorly translated as 

For I know that thou wilt bring me to death,

and to the house appointed for all living.

Job 30:23