According to DCML, Don Rosa is in a situation that I consider to be a
nightmare. I've always taken my eyes and ears for granted. In recent years I
seem to get in need of wearing glasses. Like everyone has, sooner or later.
That's already a shock for me. So, even the thought of anything worser than
that (like eye surgery) just blasts away any reasoning. It gives me panic.
Such news shows how fragile life in fact is, and that people never can
depend on anything. From one moment to the next, life (as one knows it) can
be gone forever. How not to panic. I really feel panic, thinking of such
matters. Life is just terrible. Anything better is just luck and nothing
more than luck.
I'm thinking of writing this on McDrake. The subject eyesight bothers me.
And how can it be more on-topic? To read comics, one needs eyes. Just
imagine that you have a house full of comics, and you get blind? That would
only be funny as dark humour. Dark...
In recent years I've thought a lot about life: what is the sense of
collecting comics if you can loose yourself at any second?
Maybe I'm just getting old. I've found out that I don't need hobbies
anymore, to enjoy life. I'm already happy to have a walk around the city. In
fact, my hobbies have become a lot of sorrow. What do I care about
internet-sites and other techniques, if I can just walk around? Maybe I
sound like a lunatic for having just the desire to shout: I can see. I can
hear. I can walk.
Maybe, just maybe, there's a lesson to be learnt from this. A lesson to be
thankful for having a good health, or at least a not too bad health.
Why count comics and other materials, if you can count your blessings?
Just tell me when I get too preachy.
