I’ve been hooked on Bertholt Brecht for a long time. He was so right about what was so wrong and bad. And yet nothing got right from his being right. Everything went on being life and then disappearing into the stream of time.
Dr. Faust got it right too I think. He said “Sometimes I think life is all “yet” and “again” and “misses”.
And yet the ways we miss our life are life.
Yet….yet…. to have one’s life add up to yet?”
“Well, what can you do? Don’t say plenty.”
“You can be hopeful.”
“I told you not to . . . .”
“I didn’t. . .”