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“A human being is the literal embodiment of mortality. The flesh is a prison for the Being. The Earth is a prison for the body: a prison within a prison for a Soul, carefully concealed in Mystery. An object animated by a Soul that thinks that it is the object is the ultimate accomplishment of the trade and technology of The Mortality Mechanic.”
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Samuel Barclay Beckett (13 April 1906 – 22 December 1989) was an Irish avant-garde novelist, playwright, theatre director, and poet, who lived in Paris for most of his adult life and wrote in both English and French. He is widely regarded as among the most influential writers of the 20th century.
Beckett’s work offers a bleak, tragicomic outlook on human existence, often coupled with black comedy and gallows humour, and became increasingly minimalist in his later career. He is considered one of the last modernist writers, and one of the key figures in what Martin Esslin called the “Theatre of the Absurd”. Beckett was awarded the 1969 Nobel Prize in Literature.
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The older my body gets (almost 70) I become more aware of the ancient adage: “Life is short”. Indeed, it seems so. What is a single lifetime in the order of the cosmos? Less than a blink of an eye . Through eternity there is only one companion, as far as I know. Yourself. If we find being alone difficult, without friends, we may have a very long time to endure existence without others to keep us distracted from ourselves in the “great beyond”, whatever that may be. So, being our own best friend makes good sense.
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“The Eternal threat of Boredom remains when one abdicates recognition of oneself as the Source of Boredom.
When we carefully examine every instant of our personal existence we discover that we created it, agreed with it and willingly participated with others to cause it to continue to exist.
Why? Boredom. Nothingness. Our individual and collective unwillingness to admit that we are actively creating everything that we perceive.
Yet, this simple recognition of our personal responsibility for the existence of this universe, and all universes and of our own eternal nothingness is the solution to the Mystery of the Ages.
Every question provides its own reply:
What is Mystery? The Mystery is that there is no mystery. We create mystery by choosing to Not Know and to Not Be the Eternal Nothingness of Our Selves.”
— Excerpt from MORTALITY MECHANICS’ MANUAL by Lawrence R. Spencer