A Life Less Blog


Moirae
July 13, 2010, 5:15 pm
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I read several books in school like “Our Town” and “Spoon River,” where key figures in a town, monologue about their lives and their deaths.  I have always wondered what goes through the mind of someone when they are dying.  What do they see?  How do they feel?  What do they worry about, or is there a complete absence of worry?  I don’t consider myself particularly morbid, I just wonder what would it be like, if somehow or another, we were still semi-conscious when our life on this earth expires.  There are several fabled counters of time throughout history.  The three women that have fascinated me the most are the Three Fates in Greek mythology.  One woman,Clotho spins the Thread of Life, another, Lachesis, allots the length of the yarn, and finally Atropos makes the final cut of the thread.  How do they know?  I think Lachesis must be the most skilled out of all three.  If I close my eyes and imagine each person on earth trailing a length of yarn that gets longer and longer as they get older and more complex in its weave…do these strings ever get tangled amongst each other?  Are we all connected by a Thread of Life?  Is our civilization wrapping itself in a knot that gets harder and harder to untie based upon the number of strings that are crisscrossing?   Will this string pretty soon snap like a rubber band and be sucked back into whatever vortex we emerged from like the tape inside a tape measure?  Does Lachesis create the experiences of a life within the length of a string?

I think if we could look into the mind of Lachesis we might see a tired, bored, bitter old woman who lives but to spin and yet probably feels as if, she herself has nothing that attaches her to life.  Maybe her spinning is a way to live vicariously through others.  Maybe she gives them the experiences she wishes for herself.  There is a natural progression to life: we are born, become educated, work, date, marry, have children, work some more to pay for our children to be educated and date, marry, work, and have children of their own.  I wonder if she ever tries to shake things up a bit?  Or maybe the wool she uses to spin the Thread of Life for all living beings is from her own hair.  Maybe she is forced to spin her hair into billions upon trillions of threads that grow, thrive for a while and then are cut once they have outlived their usefulness.  Does she mourn for these threads like children, and grandchildren, and great-great grandchildren or is she so focused on her task she doesn’t even notice how thin her hair is getting and how gnarled her hands have grown?  Will the day ever come when, bald, with knuckles bleeding and humpbacked she pushes back her chair, sighs and says “It is enough?”

What of her sisters?  Atropos has the hardest job; when to decide a string should be cut?  Does it begin fraying on its edges, does it show signs of weakness?  Can she just sit with the string in her hands and rub it between her fingers…does it make a certain sound when it is strummed?  If I was Atropos I would just close my eyes and snip periodically at the string.  Maybe she leaves everything up to chance…maybe it is easier if she doesn’t see how long the string has become.  Does she count to a certain number and then cut?  Does she sing and cut when she reaches the 4th stanza in the song?  How can it be so casual to end a life?  Maybe she doesn’t think of the strings as lives, maybe she sees the bigger picture of what these strings can be weaved into.  Maybe that is what she is counting on Lachesis to do…weave these long strings into something beautiful, something that makes each of their obligatory jobs worthwhile and that in the end will finally cast some sense on why these Three Fates exist at all.

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I know about getting inot the knitting groove….Went to a “Fiber Fest” in Michigan this past weekend……I’m all jacked up!!!!!!!!

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