August 12, 2009

  • "Life Is like a Cup of Tea"

    There exists a joke that goes thus: a respected philosopher or religious leader or something is dying, and as everyone stands reverently around, he whispers, "life is like a cup of tea." His dying words echo around the crowd until some impertinent fellow at the back wonders, why? So the question reaches the dying ears of the respected dying guy, and he says, "fine then, life is not like a cup of tea."

    Life is not like a cup of tea! Life is nothing like a cup of tea. A cup of tea is supposed to be soothing, or calming, or held neatly in a pretty painted teacup, or something similarly trite. Life is bitter and murky, with dark leaves of discontent floating in a disgusting sludge of broken teabags. Not really.

    The very air is charged with discontent; the people are charged with discontent. Everyone is tense all the time with each other and everyone around them. Why can't you all just love each other?

    Why can't you all just love each other?