The Clock Keeps Ticking...

"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" (Macbeth)

Been watching more Death Note. Except it's not the same. One of the main characters has been killed off and its like the show is missing half it's value. They paid no tribute to him, they paused only ever so briefly for his death and then kept going on as if nothing had happened. I found myself aghast that this would happen. Surely the script writers woudl have made more of a big deal? Surely he would come back somehow?

But he didn't. The plot kept moving on and years passsed by as if he had never existed. The cruelty of time - that forgets those now gone.

It's been almost a year now since Dad was fired from his job. Not once has anyone from his office come and visited him. Not once have they called and said hello. Undoubtedly some fresh faced grad is sitting in his desk, the desk that Dad inhabited for decades. Time has moved on and left him behind.

But it's the same with all of us. Next year when I leave hospital, another keen intern or resident will fill my place and life will go on as if I'd never been there. I could move home to the country and my room in the city would be filled by someone else.
It's a humbling existence we lead. We are here one minute and then we're not. And within a year or two our memories are erased from the earth and time marches on.
"Remember also your Creator in the days of your youth, before the evil days come and the years draw near of which you will say, "I have no pleasure in them"; before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars are darkened and the clouds return after the rain...and desire fails, because man is going to his eternal home... and the dust returns to the earth as it was, and the spirit returns to God who gave it. Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher; all is vanity." - Qoheleth