1.That Men by Various Ways Arrive at the Same End
I've read this essay a couple of times and it seems to be about the various ways to cope with someone who has power of life and death over you- you can fight quixotically and bravely, or throw yourself on the mercy of the power that is. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. More than one way to skin a cat/more than one way to be skinned. I don't think I'm so sanguine as all that. I think it does matter what you do. Ultimately we all end up dead, so in that sense, you can't argue with the statement. But even then. I don't know that all of us do meet the same end. Other than we are physically gone, and our bodies decompose.. But I imagine somehow my molecules will end up in a flower garden of some kind, preferably a three season bulb garden. And no one else's will be in that particular garden. And that's not to mention what happens to actual me. I've always figured that we build up some sort of reservoir of good that is a result of our attitudes and our actions, and we draw on it as we live, and it's the sort of reservoir that replenishes itself- and when we die, it lives on in some form. And to be honest, there's a reservoir for evil. And everyone's get filled up for a whole host of different reasons. My coping with my particular trials and blessings is not going to be the same as yours or anyone else's. But the reservoirs, the substance of which lives on past us- that must be the same for everyone. It's what makes us human. And why eventually the differences that loom so large in daily life really mean nothing much compared to the similarities.