Apoptosis

“Cell suicide, or apoptosis, is a normal part of the development of tissue.  More cells are produced than required, and the redundant cells are instructed to kill themselves by chemical messengers.  After their death, their remains, which contain valuable cellular material, are digested by other cells.”

The concept was illustrated in a matter of fact way.

In the biology text book.

The first thing that strikes me

is how very ghastly this is.

The second thing that strikes me

is how very universal this is.

“Species suicide, or extinction, is a normal part of the development of life. More species are produced than required, and the redundant species are instructed to kill themselves by an excess of predators and a lack of prey. After the death, the niche, which was required to be filled by something in the system, is taken over.”

That description does not occur later in the same book.

in the section on speciation and population dynamics.

Once the scale becomes recognizable,

I suppose,

it becomes a bit more hearless to progress in this manner.

“Company suicide, or going out of business, is a normal part of the development of a free market economy. More businesses are produced than required, and the redundant businesses are instructed to kill themselves by the utter lack of profit. After their death, their remains, which contain valuable business materials, are purchased at going-out-of business sales.”

I am sure that no text

on free market economics

has ever put the concept in just this way.

But

it wouldn’t be far from the truth.

 

“Relationship suicide, or growing apart, is a normal part of the development of a life. More relationships are entered into than are required, and the redundant relationships are instructed to kill themselves off by dear-John letters and by “let’s just be friends” talks. After their death, the remains, which contain valueable experiences, are picked over for nuggets that might be used in the next relationship..”

You’d have to dive

between the lines.

To find that meaning

in a self-help book.

“Individual suicide is a normal part of the development of societies. More lives are produced than required. Redundant people are instructed to kill themselves by their utter lack of success.   Occasioanlly the suicide is a literal one.  More often the body keeps going after the souls has been give up on.   After the deaths, when the hollow shells of men and women keep going on, the valuable fruits of their lives are harvested by those who keep going.”

 

 

 

Species suicide, or extinction, is a normal part of the development of life. More species are produced than required, and the redundant species are instructed to kill themselves by an excess of predators and a lack of prey. After the death, the niche, which was required to be filled by something in the system, is taken over.

 

Company suicide, or going out of business, is a normal part of the development of a free market economy. More businesses are produced than required, and the redundant businesses are instructed to kill themselves by the utter lack of profit. After their death, their remains, which contain valuable business materials, are purchased at going-out-of business sales.

 

Relationship suicide, or growing apart, is a normal part of the development of a life. More relationships are entered into than are required, and the redundant relationships are instructed to kill themselves off by dear-John letters and by “let’s just be friends” talks. After their death, the remains, which contain valueable experiences, are picked over for nuggets that might be used in the next relationship.

 

Individual suicide is a normal part of the development of life. More lives are produced than required. Redundant people are instructed to kill themselves by their utter lack of success. After their deaths the remains are incenerators or left to rot in cemetaries.

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At the wall

They have gathered before this wall,

It was a nondescript wall.

In the art wing.

 

Half a world away

They are gathered by a wall

 

Now there is a piece of paper.

And an old coffee can

Into which a box of fresh, new markers was placed.

 

There was God’s dwelling

And now it is all rubble except for this.

 

Squares and trapezoids of print

In the unlikely, bright colors

Have been blossoming on the page all day.

 

Much is revieled by what it is you’d like to call this place:

Kotel;The  Wailing Wall; or Waqf Abu  Madiyans

 

At the top,

In purple

It says “This is what we remember.”

 

If they do not rend their garments they say

That which they have been told to say:

 

They have gathered before this wall.

In groups of twos and threes and fours.

They are crying, some of them.

 

“Our Holy Temple which was our glory,

 in which our forefathers praised You was burned…

 

They are holding

Each other and they are rubbing backs

And crying, some of them.

 

and all of our delights

 were destroyed.”

 

They are holding

Hands and leaning into each other

And looking up at the paper.

 

Some of them are crying and some of them with

Prayers, rolled up small and tight on scraps of paper

 

They seem to know

An instinct, perhaps, a hidden signal.

When it is time.

 

They place them in the cracks

Of what remains of the wall

 

Solemnly, ritualistically,

They approach the paper.

And they add whatever it is they had to add.

 

They walk away leaving there prayers behind them

Is there a symbolism here?

 

It is song lyrics for some of them.

It is a love letter for some of them.

It is a long, rambling attempt at constructing meaning.

 

It is a long

Rambling attempt at constructing meaning.

 

Plattitude and sincerity

Rub elbows like the jock and the goth here

Rub elbows like the messages from those  who did and did not know her.

 

In my dreams I approached the wall.  I wrote:

 “Our Holy Temple, which was our glory,

was burned and all our delights were destroyed.”

(This poem was linked to Marty’s Monday Moments.  Click here to submit or read the other entries in this weekly even.t)