There is a word in our lexicon - Oleka. It is hard to define but generally refers to the fleetingness of life. How life just burns like a candle growing down to its end and just “disappears”.
Almost all of what we do, think, feel is forgotten. It dies and disappears into the ether, into times black box. So little of what happens to us, really matters. It makes you wonder where is the life, we have lost in living? Why is so much of life, banal?
And further, if you look at life in a wider, broader, more time-infused way - you see that nothing ever remains. Entropy destroys all. Even Shakespeare will pass from consciousness, so too Marilyn and even Jesus and Buddha. Dust in the wind.
I had a call with a friend last night and we laughed about how I now can rewatch any movie after a few days. It simply disappears from my mind. It’s kind of a useful trait. I can watch, enjoy, laugh, be enriched by the same movie, time and time again.
It’s not that I forget the whole movie. What happens is that I don’t know what is going to happen next. Can’t remember a damn thing. But then when I see it, watch it, I say, “ah! yeah, I remember that!” But I keep watching because I don’t know what’s coming next.
It’s Oleka.
Our lives are built of the same few notes, repeated over and over. It’s not a grand symphony, full of surprises. It’s a song sung in canon, that simply carries on, until the tune gets stuck in your head. But then the verse changes over, and for the life of you, you can’t remember how it’s supposed to go.
Important Matters
From the boondocks
To the big leagues.
Inside my heart
Outside I bleed.
Somewhere, there
Beyond and begun.
Nothing matters.
Bombs fall down.
Death dances around.
A flower is picked
And with my wonderous eyes
It dies ...
Nothing matters.
History, hymens, hymns
Songs, poems, manifestoes
Rules, laws n' edicts
Kings, queens, rejects
Nothing matters.
From the babe's mouth
To the toothless smile.
From the earth in my hand
To the land I ran,
Mile after measured mile
Nothing matters.
As to love
I'll leave that to the experts.
As to life
I'll leave that to the alive.
In my heart a thought
A while, wild ...
Nothing matters.