Dueling Shitshooters, Sophists. Frazzled Hair Vs Lush

Would it be better if we were to philosophize on life before it turns to shit? Or, are we better off philosophizing when it does in order to give ourselves comfort of speculation. I guess I vote for the latter. If we didn't try and rationalize the behaviour of the people we care about, then we don't actually care about them. Anyway, 2 dueling blokes, one described as "Frazzled Hair" and the other self-monikered "Lush", both with brains the size of a planet are attempting to draw from writings in order to understand the power of loss and how to bounce back from it or even understand it.


I quote Peter of the Byrne Clan and of COPS fame:


Looking at that latest post (Sept 17), I'm guessing that I know the Sergei in
question.  Pfft, quoting Koichi, what a poseur!  It won't have much
cred with the cool kids, but it reminded me of the conclusion to The
Mill on the Floss (19th century English novels can't compete with
Samurai for cool):

" Nature repairs her ravages,–repairs them with her sunshine, and with
human labor. The desolation wrought by that flood had left little
visible trace on the face of the earth, five years after. The fifth
autumn was rich in golden cornstacks, rising in thick clusters among
the distant hedgerows; the wharves and warehouses on the Floss were
busy again, with echoes of eager voices, with hopeful lading and
unlading.  And every man and woman mentioned in this history was still
living, except those whose end we know.

Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not
rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new
growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills
underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To
the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair."




Maybe I'll shave the 5 strands of hairs on my tummy, regrow new ones and maybe restart.