You know what the sun’s all about When the lights go out
I watched “Famous Last Words” with Eric Dane on Netflix yesterday.
It was so good.
Just him and an interviewer. No camera crew, nothing.
Just, tell your daughters everything you want them to know about their dad.
And when this airs, you will no longer be alive.
I’m such a fan of “McSteamy,” though I loved him on “Charmed” long before that.
His words really weren’t for me, as they were for Billie and Georgia.
But I was struck when the interviewer asked what’s next and Eric said, “When it’s lights out, I think that’s it.”
They talked lightly about signs and the idea of a spirit world. But he said he believes we take comfort in coincidences and call them signs.
I have been wondering the same lately.
I get SO many signs … and I believe in calling on the universe for help because I seem to GET it … that I can’t deny there are greater forces at work.
But I can’t define them.
And let’s face it, if there’s any justice in the universe, people named trump would be publicly executed by Jeffrey Epstein’s rape/sex trafficking victims.
But if this really is all there is, why are we not living and loving and traveling and being creative 24/7 if all we get is a few precious years while they lights are on?
Why do we live with the lights on “dim” knowing that we’re likelier to burn out than shine during this one and only life?