“There’s the respect that makes Calamity of so long life”

My humble ‘homage’ to those who departed at the precise time, the times in their minds seemed precise and so perfect. It would have been the time when they could stand it, endure it, no longer felt let down, misunderstood, betrayed by the ones they trusted or, simply, because “They understood that this constant repetition of the chores of life had become too much of a burden.”
Helio Oiticica died at age 42. Glauber Rocha at age 42. Hendrix, Joplin, all those, at age 27. All geniuses, unlike me. MLK went too early, too soon, late in the day and soon in our lives…. and so did Ghandi.

“When the last time came, when the ruins proved them right, were they really all there where you played as a child?”

Stefan Zweig
– Walter Benjamin
– Arthur Koestler
– Kurt Cobain
– Robin Williams
– Gilles Deleuze
– Spalding Gray
– Hemingway
– Abbie Hoffman
– Violeta Parra
– Mark Rothko
– Van Gogh
– Hunter Thompson
– Socrates
– And my uncle, whom I never knew (age 17, Berlin, by hanging just before Hitler came to power)

“To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—

No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
and by a sleep, to say we end
and by a sleep, to say we end
and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub
To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub
To die, to sleep,To sleep, perchance to Dream;
To die, to sleep,To sleep, perchance to Dream;

For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life

For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life”

“Hamlet” (Shakespeare)

I thank you all for a great 60 years on this planet.
I came to do what I had to do and did it. And did it well.
“There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life”

Gerald Thomas
Wengen, Jan 18, 2015

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