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The burial of the Dead
The Ides of March are come, ay suffering humanity but not gone! This autumn carries the seeds of fear and despair. Swine flu spreads fear and chaos: it may be a destroying deluge with no Arks: the vaccine is neither sufficient nor efficient. So, images of plastic coffins and mass graves are looming in the horizon and physicians have predicted that half the population may cross to death's other kingdom!—
Minute as it is, this flue has shown us fear not in a handful of dust but in the air we breathe in! Beware-not of a Macduf- but of just a sneeze; it will kill you-you will depart untouched! And no Castle –even of otranto's-will shelter you!
My guy, I can hear the groaning of people for burial—not in besieged Gaza-but of the wronged everywhere on the troubled face of the globe. So walk humble ye!
Is it time for every Cain and Faustus among us to think and meditate? to curb the seven deadly sins; to undergo a purgatorial process of repentance, to desert this cactus land and seek a fertile one, to abandon this sham world of hypocrisy, to revolt against decline and fall of our corrupt way of life and be nearer in death's other kingdom.
This eminent epidemic raises many questions: the duchess of malfi argued that the ruler as-a gushing-fountain, if not fit, spreads venoms and disease. The diseased king of Denmark led to a diseased state with a noble prince reduced to despair. Centuries before the Elizabethans, Athens was plagued by the grave sin of the just Oedipus king. It is stated in the Scriptures that the evil that men do lives after them! And we have contaminated our life together with its Nile so much indeed that it became a barren wasted land with only ghosts and hollow men devoid of any sense of life, vitality or chivalry.
Sage Tiresias is dead! But a wise man, also with wrinkled face, told me that the" adulterers and sinners among us contaminated the air—they urinate diseases" and it is useless to stand by Leman and weep!
The modern man of property among us is afraid: who is to beqeathe? The Faustus within us, the Macbeth should be curbed!
This flue-though stirring horrific images and nightmares- may not abolish the whole race, it may be a destroying deluge with no Arks, a fierce torrent saving neither virgins nor gypsies! For some will escape with the skin of their teeth, we are not in need of a thunder to show us the way forward or back! So we should heal the Fisher King ,we need to suppress the id and redress the ego, we have to undergo that process of return-not to the native Wessex of a Nottinghamshire-but to God, In my end is me beginning- some may escape this epidemic- for life is…..for thine is the…..
علي السعيد القزاز//14/1/2010
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