Thanks to everyone who made DPRS #8 another smash success! Here are my closing remarks.
Congratulations, you’ve reached the end. Was it everything you hoped it would be? Of course not! Did you learn something? Perhaps. Were you bored? Probably. Amused? Slightly. Agitated? WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? Content? Good one! Did you rub one out when nobody was looking? At least one, I hope! Did you work hard, sacrifice, and put others before yourself? To be clear, you didn’t really have to do this, so either that’s what you were into, or that just kinda sucks. Did you at least get a measly wristwatch for all the time you put in? I guess they don’t really do that anymore. Was it all worth it? What a silly and impossible question! When you reach the end you have nothing except memories, that famous consolation prize that you’d just as soon do without, since the lacerations of the bad times are only outmatched in their brutality by the present absence of the good. And since you’ve never really been honest with yourself, why start now by admitting that the most cherished of these memories are nothing like they are in the movies, except for in the ones you’ve hopefully scrubbed from your hard drive by now. When you reach the end it may occur to you that all the while you’ve been busily looking at those around you, conducting constant comparisons for the purpose of keeping some eternal scorecard, that like a good Christian, petty and vengeful, you now expect to be tallied up, the winner announced, and the losers consigned to a Hell of their own making. This will not happen. Or you’ve simply imbued the mundane actions of a random selection of acquaintances with an inflated importance which has successfully distracted you from the utter pointlessness of your own endeavors, until now of course. Sorry for the spoiler! (But don’t worry, its the end!) What’s more, it turns out that the people who you desperately sought approval from are just mobile shit and cum factories who rightfully doubt their own worth, especially in the face of your veneration, have benefited far more from circumstantial luck than anything approaching merit, and regardless of social standing, can’t breathe underwater for very long at all. Sorry you didn’t realize this sooner. Sometimes they fool you by convincing enough of those around you that they’re something special that you suspend disbelief, or by owning lots of cool shit, having an impressive title like “father” or “professor”, or being in the company of others of who more people are aware than are aware of you, and willing to mention the names of these known notables to abate your gnawing suspicion that there’s really nothing special going on. So to answer your question, no, you are not the winner. In fact, wasting your time in this way invariably makes you the loser. Now, to be fair, nobody really wins, but to be unfair, least of all, do you. Don’t worry kiddo. Sure, there are plenty of people who didn’t fritter their fleeting existence away on petty bullshit like you did, but that doesn’t mean that they too haven’t reached the end. At least you’re not in their boat, expecting fulfillment, wondering when the inner peace is going to kick in like waiting for a shitty tab of acid to make you really get it. Now, some say the end is really the beginning, which like most greeting card wisdom of our post-spiritual world, is a really cool and profound sounding way to say something completely insipid. Some say that you can’t know for sure if the end is the end, which is only poignant if spoken in an outrageously condescending faux pastoral accent over a soft-focus montage in a Terrence Malick film, and even then its utterly silly. Some say the end is near, but the problem for them is its usually not near enough, until, to the relief of all, it comes. Some say the end never comes for those who touch the lives of others, to which biologists answer: yes, it does. But speaking of cliches uttered by the profoundly idiotic, why dwell on the negative! You probably got to fly on a plane at one point. Sir Isaac Newton would have chewed his fingers off for this opportunity, but I bet you just watched The Astronaut Farmer and couldn’t wait to land. Doesn’t that just sum things up? (Hint: it does.) Still don’t get it? What else is new. Think about it. But not for too long. You can’t. Because you’ve reached the end.