RE: Reaching a Dead Point
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Glad to see this: I realise that the dead point is not a dead-end - earlier this morning I read a story that illustrates how we need to HANG IN THERE.
His ideas faced serious criticism. People did not believe in the physical reality of molecules nor Boltzmann’s treatment of them. He suffered from an alternation of depressed moods. Attacks on his work continued ... Eventually, going through severe depression, on September 5, 1906, Boltzmann hanged himself ... Just a few weeks after he committed suicide, his work was experimentally verified! Boltzmann’s tombstone bears the inscription of his famous Boltzmann’s entropy formula as a tribute to the genius. https://www.secretsofuniverse.in/boltzmann-suicide/
And this seems as good a place as any to post the little winged being attached by the thinnest of spider webs to my clothesline.
Sorry, no, I didn't get to rescue it. This creature was drained of all life, yet still clinging by that invisible thread.
Very interesting notorious example of Boltzmann - although I didn't know about it, it has a deep and meaningful way of expressing so called ''dead points''. While you are in a certain situation and you don't find an escape, it might come at hand the suicidal thoughts or even the act per se. That's why it is important sometimes to find our strength and to hold a bit more. You never know what it is in store nest. Moreover, sometimes life has its own ways of arranging things for the best although we are not aware of it. Thank you for this precious example along with the poor little winged which is sad but optimistic in some way...
"Dead points" do not point to death, if we can just hold on a little longer.
Winter is not "death" - much is happening in the depths of the dark and cold!
Dark Night of the Soul - you know all this stuff. :)
It can take a really long time for some of us to pull out of dark mode.
Others seem more resilient.
After the winged being who dangled from the clothesline, a bird drowned in our pond. TODAY.
Oh nature is cruel (red in tooth and claw, as another poet said -- Alexander Pope, I think)