I have it! Insight!
Okay, so I’ve
gone to bed rethinking the issue of presenting hockey as shipping of
miasma/pollution. That overstretches,
but it still stands as a civic metaphor.
I’ve rethought what it means, and I’ve rethought an old enemy of traditional
fantasy to boot.
As each goal
piles up in the nets of Olympic teams, I watched their games continue to slid,
their performance begin to become sloppy.
I know now what is evil in Canada, and it is something I have struggled
with all of my life. That the NEWS says
others struggle with, leading to death and suicide, much more than I.
Depression.
Hockey is
about shipping depression into the faces of others to purify the self.
The Easel of
Life (Government) causes Depression with every stroke, trading local
munificence for troubles elsewhere.
Depression
manifests as voices. These voices speak
evil and lies into the ears of listeners, magnifying failures and brushing
aside successes as luck. Fools speak for
Depression, become the voices of Depression, but they are heard long after the
fool has stopped speaking.
Depression leads to Death, mostly wasteful Death.
Depression leads to Death, mostly wasteful Death.
Death is
inertia taken to extreme. One cannot act
in Death.
How does one
battle Depression? Activity. Action.
Hockey is a game in motion, never too much time to think. It is swift and fierce, raw and
dangerous. It is a contradiction in
terms of grace and force, demanding the heights of its players, demanding that
they become extremely active, and that they trust…
Another “cure”
for Depression is the Christus. Jesus
Christ, according to a quite dormant myth that should never be taken for lost
in Canada, died for our sins. In this
vision, he went down into the realm of the dead, and all of the souls lost in
Depression therein he freed, taking them on the Heaven. In the Lord, our God, we are saved. Jesus is a contradiction to the rules set out
above, but this contradiction too is one I know of in my own life. Jesus died passively, a victim of the
injustices of this world. All similarly
who die passively of injustice are His to claim, and He will intercede for them. They will not know the death of Depression,
lost in despair, they will know Him and be welcomed by Him.
Never give
up. Those who die of Depression, who end
themselves, will not escape it, but live within it. Those who die of injustice, and live fighting
it until dusty death takes them, shall know His Kingdom.
This suggestion
casts Depression as the ultimate evil in our world. It is also our foolishness that causes it to
be, our fault. Action remedies it, but is
instead a way of shipping it to others; it is ours to live in, and we move it
to others to save ourselves. But there
is a point where action helps and passivity is better. Knowing when to work and when to wait,
knowing what we can help and what we cannot, knowing when to let go, is part of
the battle with Depression.
All I need is
a suitably fantasy based name for Depression, something that would tip the hand
and inform careful readers what I mean it to be…
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