extreme disjunction

no day is forgettable; otherwise, every day is.

a corollary: whimpers matter as much as bangs. this could very well be a lesson we're here to learn, whether or not we're here to learn any. the same way the existential sisyphus isn't here to be happy, but can be despite knowing that. as neo put the obvious, the issue is choice.

you protest: my disjunction is extreme, and worse, untrue. some days suck, you say. i'll give you that -- but forgettable?

for me it comes down to this: i don't want to forget any of this, if any of it matters (and if none of it does, i'd sooner forget it all). agreed, some days life feels too lived-in. still, i want to believe trivia doesn't trivialize, but coats a bearable lightness of being on top of so much plastered-on purpose; it keeps the dice rolling; it keeps the fundamentalists busy and the rest of us reaching.

snap out of it, you say: each day, however coated, isn't a microcosmic marvel -- holy moments are special, not general.

i leap at the chance to say: that isn't for us to say.