Those posts regarding cranes on top of buildings in China triggered an old memory. I remember seeing the film strip in grade school in the early 70s. The story reminds me of a few times I've "painted myself into a corner."
Sometimes, one just has to wonder.
You come into this life,
You love your friend José.
You love your friend Ralph.
You love your friend David.
You love your friend Matt.
You love your friend Edward.
Then, all of you grow old, you grow apart.
Then, one day, you die, and they all get taken away from you.
That is, if they didn’t die before you, (but the end result is they still got taken away from you).
Everything gets taken away from you.
Would it have been easier never to have loved them at all?
Why do we have to die (or why do our friends have to die) when we are not yet done loving them?
Usually, no. But under certain circumstances, yes. Like if your wife has a threesome with your brother and your best friend and then burns your house to the ground and then attacks you with a knife and cuts off your right big toe, then that is probably the time to be done loving her.