We’re up against the hardest of times in the century, and we live. And shall probably last the morrow. Our children are protected and they will have theirs. Therefore, the show must go on.
The man in the Iron Mask, if you may recall, was a prisoner held in Bastille and other French jails with his face thrust inside a helmet-style face cover and lived for three decades in it before his death over 350 years ago. It was later alleged that both Voltaire and Alexandre Dumas had been imaginative in their reporting of the event; taking a velvet mask for an iron one in their works ‘The Age of Louis XIV’ and ‘The Man in the Iron Mask’ respectively.
Irrelevant, wild thoughts. The world ain’t Louis XIV’s France! Certainly not, it’s near four centuries forward. And we have internet and Genie-equivalent technologies to go anywhere and do almost anything worth knowing and telling. And… we’re confined, we harbor legitimate fear for our lives and of those we’re close to. Many of us have fallen, lost, grieved, and lamented the missed chance of a final meeting or an honorable send-off. To top it all, we’re masked – not iron but velvet? Affirmative Sire!
So we beat you, The Man in The Iron Mask, 7.9 billion times over.
Here we get over a year off our normal lives to be confined within walls. Helpless, sick, watching in agony, letting go, being selfish, being generous all at the same time. We’re working, those of us who still do, with anxiety streaming down our eyes. Explaining to our children the meaning of death.
All that we’ve accomplished, all that we’re worth, or all that we stand for, diminishes in an instant to the mercy of the higher dimension.
But then, we have OTT, YouTube, Instagram, Twitter Facebook, Linked In, Whatsapp, and a few other spaces to pitch our heads through. In one Instagram feed, a brilliant author observes that a hero is only as good as the villain (s)he combats.
What a power dose of inoculation against all complaints!!!
We’re up against the hardest of times in the century, and we live. And shall probably last the morrow. Our children are protected and they will have theirs. Many of us are vaccinated, others will be sooner or later.
Finally, most of us would outlast the pandemic and live to bear the stories, regardless. Hence must the show go on, regardless.