About Sunny von Bulow and a trip down solipsism lane

I am back. I see that Sunny von Bulow died. She has been in a coma for 28 years. She, or her husband, was the subject of that late 80's movie, "Reversal of Fortune" with Glenn Close and Jeremy Irons. Claus von Bulow, played by Jeremy Irons, is accused of trying to kill his wife, Sunny, by injecting her with insulin. She does not die, but is in a coma (where she obviously remained for 28 years--a good outcome for her, her children and everybody involved, right?).

The part that I found interesting was that since seeing the movie, YEARS AGO, I did not give this woman a single thought. Yet, there she has been for lo' these past 28 years, clinging to her coma. That is commitment. I could never commit to a coma for that long.

The part that I found interesting is that she did not exist, at least in my world or mind, all this time. Yet, she was a real person with a family that had to deal with her being in a coma for 28 years, neither dead nor really alive. That is a pretty sad way to be, though it is not unsimilar to watching FIL progress (regress?) during his Alzheimer's slide.

I am not trying to depress here. In fact, I do not see it as sad, though it is. I see it as one of a myriad of possible outcomes. You get what you get. It has proven true in life and will continue to prove true. The world, or life, may just be series of random events with no driving connection, except YOU, or me. It would depend upon whom is creating and telling the narrative. That is what I find interesting--same series of events but different connection to the events equals a different narrative. It is pretty cool, when I think about it.

Ponder that one for a second and let you mind wander on the magnamity of it all. We all see the same things BUT cannot tell the same story. How cool is that revelation?

Now, the question really is...what good is that knowledge and who really gives a shit?!

So, much for me passing off "highbrow" thought, which really now is big forehead thought. The Lad has the right idea, bangs and do not show that you have a forehead. I was once like that, but it seemed to stop in either the late 80s or early 90s. Either way, things have never been the same. Pity, he will suffer the same fate (thankfully it is superficial, but I am a superficial guy).

It is sort of snowing in these parts today. I did the last of my "fall" raking (though it is still fall until around December 21) today, before the "heavy" stuff started to fall. The backyard is done, which is something that did not occur last year. The snow fell heavy and stayed before I could get around to raking the backyard. That was kind of funny.

Enjoy the weekend, folks. Ciao!