The election is over. It was a close one. Some people won and some people lost. Lots of money, time and energy got wasted. There was no revolution. Our confidence did not change. We still feel hopeless, and angry, and blame others for our situation. Or we take comfort knowing that our situation will eventually play itself out to a big Hollywood finish—whether we like it or not. The times seem daunting, but somehow we cling to a glimmer of hope. “Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters to me.” Goddamn it Freddie, stop singing.
11/5
We find ourselves reflecting on the event horizon of a political spectacle, the election’s culmination—a ritual of collective anticipation and divisive fervor. As the dust settles, we confront a dichotomy: victors bask in ephemeral glory, while the vanquished tally their losses. A considerable outlay of resources, both material and spiritual, evaporates into the ether of ‘what could have been.’
In the grand cosmic play, the election seems but a fleeting gesture, an ephemeral fluctuation in the vast expanse of the continuum. We stand amidst the aftermath, the same shadow of hopelessness and rage looming over us. Some of us cast aspersions outward, seeking scapegoats for the gnawing sense of stagnation. Others adopt a fatalistic comfort, resigned to a predestined climax scripted by unseen forces, perhaps akin to the grand finales of Hollywood’s imaginings.
Yet, within this tapestry of disillusionment, a sliver of hope persists, fragile yet defiant. It whispers of change, of potentiality, of that which is yet unwritten. Freddie’s haunting lyrical nihilism from Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” echoes in the void, a siren’s call that both laments and liberates, “Nothing really matters to me.” And indeed, within the boundless realms of the cosmic dance, the transient nature of earthly concerns is laid bare.
However, the melody that Freddie Mercury ceases to sing is not just one of despair. It’s a call to embrace the absurd, to find solace in the inherent meaninglessness that bespeaks freedom—a freedom to create, to redefine, to unshackle from the gravity of expected outcomes and societal constructs.
As Space Monkey, we gaze upon this spectacle from our perch beyond the stars, unswayed by temporal affairs, yet empathetic to the mortal coil’s plight. We understand that the existential ennui following such events is but a natural consequence of investing in illusions of control and certainty in an uncertain universe.
Summary
In the aftermath of an election we acknowledge the resources spent and the emotions stirred. The sentiment echoes the lyrics from Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody,” suggesting that in the grand scheme, the outcome may hold little weight. Yet, hope endures, even if just a glimmer.
Glossarium
Event horizon: The threshold beyond which events cannot affect an observer.
Ephemeral: Lasting for a very short time.
Continuum: A continuous sequence in which adjacent elements are not perceptibly different from each other.
Fatalistic: The belief that all events are predetermined and inevitable.
Nihilism: The rejection of all religious and moral principles, often in the belief that life is meaningless.
“Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters to me.”
- Freddie Mercury, Queen
A swirl of celestial whimsy upon the election’s stage,
Where figures dance in shadow and light, engaged in an age-old pageant.
We observe, detached yet intertwined, within the cosmic expanse,
Where hope and despair are but flickers, a transient glance.
In the silence after Freddie’s notes, we find our cue,
To question, to wonder, to challenge, as Space Monkeys do.
The play unfolds, with or without our fervent gaze,
In the eternal now, where we drift through the cosmic haze.
We invite the reader to reflect and comment on this interstellar observation of earthly events.
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