The Way of All Flesh
Jun. 19th, 2010 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cyranoToday A took J and I out to the Memphis cemetary to visit her mom. Since this part of the country tends to have a smidgen more history than the west coast, I took the advantage to wander into the remote corners and indulge my inner history major.
More than once, I pointed and said "This is what history does" at some display of how time eats everything eventually.
I recommend you click through to the larger photos--there's a lot lost in the sizing.
It doesn't matter how hard history tries to hold on. Time gets a grip.
And once it has a hold, it won't let go.
Until you reach the end--the blank slate, which of course is also the beginning.
Some of us, of course, are trouble makers. And we make things difficult for time. We thumb our noses at inevitability, trying to make ourselves just a little bit more immortal.
This, of course, usually ends badly. Time does eventually break those attempts.
Which doesn't stop some of the more stubborn of us from getting out the duct tape and epoxy to taunt it once again. (I personally couldn't help myself from trying to brush away the lichen and moss on a couple of occasions, but mostly restrained myself.)
These two, tucked away in a corner, are slowly being overtaken by the wilds.
The good news is, there is no sin so great that Memphis will not take you in at the end.
More than once, I pointed and said "This is what history does" at some display of how time eats everything eventually.
I recommend you click through to the larger photos--there's a lot lost in the sizing.
It doesn't matter how hard history tries to hold on. Time gets a grip.
And once it has a hold, it won't let go.
Until you reach the end--the blank slate, which of course is also the beginning.
Some of us, of course, are trouble makers. And we make things difficult for time. We thumb our noses at inevitability, trying to make ourselves just a little bit more immortal.
This, of course, usually ends badly. Time does eventually break those attempts.
Which doesn't stop some of the more stubborn of us from getting out the duct tape and epoxy to taunt it once again. (I personally couldn't help myself from trying to brush away the lichen and moss on a couple of occasions, but mostly restrained myself.)
These two, tucked away in a corner, are slowly being overtaken by the wilds.
The good news is, there is no sin so great that Memphis will not take you in at the end.