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Frank Cotolo
December 28, 2010 |
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So we bid farewell, which is a corny way of saying goodbye, to the penultimate
year of the first decade of the new millennium.
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What have we learned from a year torn with turmoil and yet lifted by great
notions and angels of mercy?
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Perhaps we have learned humility, at last, by digging deeply into our collective
souls and realizing we harbor hate, not boats, and we need to stop the excessive
display of this by shopping somewhere other than Walmart.
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We could have learned that all the terror in the world cannot make a sane person
don a bomb belt. Even if there is an afterlife with unlimited fresh fruit,
Nubian goddesses and 24-hour Martinizing, life is precious and preposterous
enough to endure.
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As the pundits pounded the pavement with prophesizes and the police gathered up
rouge priests, those of us in sound mind knew that not all things go the
straight and narrow and that forgiveness is the key to forgetting that which
should be forgiven but is forlorn. How could we not have gotten that clearly
into our hearts during 2010?
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Is there any doubt as 2011 rears its unknowing head that Senator Mitch McConnell
is, at the very least, one of the characters we saw at the headquarters in the
movie Men In Black?
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We should understand now that the world is global. Sure, we looked at it as
round for many eons but now we know for sure that, as the Bee Gees sang,
"...the world is round and of course it rains every day". Indeed, somewhere on
this global sphere, it is always raining.
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Of all the occurrences of 2010, not one of them stands out individually. If you
look at one, you see the other and if you take one of them away from all of
them you see nothing. That's because they are all related and they all
contribute to the big picture, a picture that is shapeless but embedded in the
fiber of time, with details that do not matter unless you are thinking so hard
your eyebrows hurt.
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We enter the final year of this decade with a particular emotion, one that is
not yet identified but embraced. We look at the future as something ahead of us
and we wander in the strange circumstances that never upset major banking
institutions. We vote, we laugh, we applaud, we pray, we sing, we dance, we have
laser surgery, we exchange vows, we become married, we get divorced, we accept
invitations to parties where people wear spikes on their arms, we stumble, we
fall, we jump, we salute dead astronauts, we raise our young but not our dead,
we join ensembles of strange intent, we intend to start strange ensembles, we
play music, write letters, brew coffee, cook, dine, slobber and slay.
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But will we have learned?
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Cotolo can be found hosting the talk and interview programme
Cotolo
Chronicles. You can send him an e-mail at this address:
frank@148.ca.
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