If You Think This is Bad Wait until 2014

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Yes, I know, we've all seen this picture - how many times?

The centenary of the the tragic maiden voyage of the famous White Star liner has occasioned a staggering amount of attention - far in excess of its historical significance.  Certainly, 1500 lives were lost, but then that was just 10% of the number lost at Bhopal after the appalling Union Carbide disaster - and how often does one hear about that?

And reflecting on the saturation coverage makes me tremble when I ponder what extraordinary levels of excess the world's media will reach when we arrive at the 100th anniversary of the start of the "War to end all wars."

Until the next time (if there is one)

[11 & 10]

Eleven and Ten

By the way, there was a nice quote from Albert Einstein (in the box above) on Thursday:

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.

I suppose that I am a child in this respect - or at least as naive as one.

Until the next time...

Ten & Nine

Yes, as promised - another week gone, without her and without a word.

Until the next time - if there is one.

Nine & Eight

Another week has passed, another week of emptiness - emptiness yet filled with thoughts of her.

Eight and Seven

Eight weeks since the last "I love you" and seven weeks since the horrible text message.

I love her

Nonsense

Alfred, Lord Tennyson was responsible for the following:

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

The last two lines are frequently quoted AT people in my unfortunate position - and in this sense it is of course bathos -  rubbish, unless one is one of those irritatingly positive "more fish in the sea" types.  Those of course have not loved - not in my understanding of the word, otherwise they would not utter such platitudinous crap.

Tennyson was of course writing in connexion with loss via death, another matter altogether, and naturally read in that light his rather nice lines are not bathetic.

To lose a lover through death is horrible of course - and final.  

To lose a lover whom one knows to be alive, active, occupied and even perhaps thinking is arguably worse.

Please discuss,

Until the next time - if there is one.