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Rushing through the news this morning while Pop sleeps late, Monk reads a tearful story of a pet owner's loss. The angle was how far we go these days to provide medical care to ill pets, with MRIs and more surgeries. The writer went the full nine yards and ended up losing her pet still.
Her dog was named Bear, interestingly enough. Monk's emotional mind generalized to the stark reality of death, and how life is inherently unfair and despairing. He has been discussing with others again his dark and dismal view of life, life as a no-win situation, necessarily tragic rather than victorious.
The trick is to savor the little joys along the way. Nothing can be saved in the end, not even yourself, but one can get more out of it by treasuring all the little miracles that fall one's way - that smile, that laugh, that fresh rain, the lovemaking, the horseplaying, that joke, that discussion, that story, that song, that dreaming, the hope.
Of course, this doesn't answer any of the policy questions, as there are better and worse policies for achieving the greater good for the greatest number, and such is the stuff of debate and politics. Perhaps it's just a matter of perspective. Monk doesn't expect happiness and justice, though the struggle of life is to try to achieve as much as possible.
Rushing through the news this morning while Pop sleeps late, Monk reads a tearful story of a pet owner's loss. The angle was how far we go these days to provide medical care to ill pets, with MRIs and more surgeries. The writer went the full nine yards and ended up losing her pet still.
Her dog was named Bear, interestingly enough. Monk's emotional mind generalized to the stark reality of death, and how life is inherently unfair and despairing. He has been discussing with others again his dark and dismal view of life, life as a no-win situation, necessarily tragic rather than victorious.
The trick is to savor the little joys along the way. Nothing can be saved in the end, not even yourself, but one can get more out of it by treasuring all the little miracles that fall one's way - that smile, that laugh, that fresh rain, the lovemaking, the horseplaying, that joke, that discussion, that story, that song, that dreaming, the hope.
Of course, this doesn't answer any of the policy questions, as there are better and worse policies for achieving the greater good for the greatest number, and such is the stuff of debate and politics. Perhaps it's just a matter of perspective. Monk doesn't expect happiness and justice, though the struggle of life is to try to achieve as much as possible.
