Sometimes out of blue, words fly across the sky of our consciousness and express what we have been trying to say for a long time and say it so much better.
Such serendipitous moments can happen while reading a book, clicking an innocuous link in some article we have been glancing through.
They could also be epiphanies while
taking a shower and suddenly a vague feeling we have been trying to put into
words finds the magic combination of words.
It happened a few evenings ago while
watching a movie by Woody Allen – Rifkin’s Festival. Towards the end of the movie, the protagonist Mort is
having a conversation with Death and what appears below is the script of that
conversation.
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Mort: Why are you here?
Death: To have our final chess game.
Mort: I don't have a chess set.
Death: I never leave home without
mine.
Mort: Why are you doing this?
Death: To give you a chance to
get to know me. To come to terms with me.
Mort: I'll never come in terms with
you.
Death: Then you'll never be able
to relax and enjoy your life.
Mort: Why are you suddenly being so
kind? You're usually ruthless.
Death: I'm not ruthless, I'm
indifferent. I just hate to see a poor schmuck ruin his life over the
inevitable.
Mort: Well, the way I feel this
morning, you could take me right now for all I care.
Death: What's this morning?
Mort: I've had the chance to look at
my life over the last few weeks and...I realized I've made a lot of bad
decisions
Death: Like what?
Mort: Like... Maybe I really was a
snob. A sort of pedantic ass who puts people off with my so-called high-brow
taste. All I know is my wife and I have split and my life has come up empty.
Death: Your life isn't empty,
it's meaningless. Don't confuse those two. It has no meaning for anybody but
that doesn't mean it has to be empty. You are a human being. You can make it
full.
Mort: How?
Death: There's work, family, love
- the usual bullshit, but it's reasonably effective. Even if you strike out
- trying is good for you. Have you ever read "Sisyphus" by Camus?
Mort: Yes, and it gave me a bad
dream. I'm pushing that rock up the hill, over and over, and it keeps falling
back, and then I finally get the rock up to the top of the hill, and then what
the hell do I have? A rock on a hill!
Death: You're starting to get me
depressed.
Mort: Should I just chuck my book
and go back to teaching movies?
Death: I would. Unless you want to
end up with 500 pages of turgid whining.
Mort: And maybe I'm just not a book
writer. Maybe I'm a book reader. Person who likes to think, a teacher. My movie
class was fun. Only...Maybe I was a little too rigid in my approach.
Death: I have to go. A got a million
house calls to make.
Mort: No, wait, wait.
Death: Don't worry, I'll be back one
day and then you'll think it's too soon.
Mort: You'll be back? When?
Death: Depends. Do you smoke?
Mort: No.
Death: The trick is to eat lots of
fruits and vegetables and lay off the saturated fats.
Mort: I do. I'm very careful.
Death: Good. Good. Make sure to
exercise. It doesn't have to be intense as long as it's every day.
Mort: You're fading out.
Death: No processed foods and don't
forget your colonoscopy!
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Before starting to watch the movie,
I had no idea that I would be privy to this conversation. The words just hit
home. When the scene in the movie was over, all I could think and say was WOW.
A few sentences in that dialog
sequence hit home – If we don’t come to understand and be at peace with our
mortality, we will never be able to relax and enjoy our life; why ruin our life
over the inevitable; life has no meaning for anybody but that doesn't mean it
has to be empty.
And at the end, the advice from
Death – eat well, live well, and the probability that you will live longer will
get better – also right on the mark.
Perhaps, my mind was in the right
energy state and was primed to be resonant to receive those words. The universe
delivered what I was ready to receive.
Those words of wisdom were also a
validation of thoughts that have been percolating through my mind. The hard
part now is to turn that knowledge, internalize it, live by it, and turn it
into wisdom. Easier said than done.
Ciao.