Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Moment of Despair

Arrives in an instantaneous spark of realization that if all that is here is what we can apprehend with our physical senses then we are screwed and all is pointless.

It makes us lemmings, worker ants, madly running about expending energy on activities that ultimately lead to nothing.

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.


  1. The Dark Night of the Soul used to descend on me often but it happens less and less now. Yet, you know, in those moments I somehow felt more alive. I was concentrating on my nothingness. I was consciously aware of my mortality in every conversation, meal and shower. These times teach me something. My soul needs the pain. I don't know why, but I feel better for having had them.

  2. That's an interesting link you've made between the concept of a Dark Night of the Soul and the moment of despair. I like it... a lot.

    We all have our own version of it, those of us who feel we've been through it. While I can look back and know it was necessary there is no way I ever want to go through anything like that again. I believe St. John of the Cross used the words 'awful', 'terrible', 'bitter' and 'horrible'. I could not agree more.