Just finished the book "The Road".. really unsettling.. The Author Cormac McCarthy seamlessly brings out the hope in 'hope'lessness.. the 'survival' instincts of man.. even when the road goes 'nowhere'.. the protective mutuality of a father and his child, moving on at any cost, when it is so much simpler to just curl up and die.. moving within a bleak present without any past or future.. desperately holding on to the 'light' that he could not extinguish.. his son..
his form of writing.. the interaction between the father and son.. and the few people they meet up with.. everything points towards stupor.. and numbness.. and devastation.. everything wiped out.. a globally warmed generation.. walking through burned America.. with broken words.. thoughts.. the good versus evil within man.. a shadowy God struggling to hold on to remnants of light amidst desolate primitivism..
what is most striking is he does not try to 'imagine' the unimaginable.. there is no 'history'.. just a road and devastation and remnants of life and humanity.. every material object.. or words.. precious to the extent of utility.. even your own life.. and you can feel the fear and escalation of a future each might be contributing towards.. the preciousness of the road each one of us presently walks.. the freshness and purity of the breath.. the clear light of divinity held within.. and a 'future' we can help.. truly.. right here.. right now.. sifting.. recognizing the essence of humanity.. the protective bond of love
really scary shades of the 'present' in that bleakness.. the 'road' becoming our life ..
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