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Hi Jason,
my thought of those monuments is how much life and how varied are the lives they give expression to – in turn a life filled with bitterness and hate, another with resignation, another with energetic youthfulness and yet another with intellectual refinement. What does it say for a person to have the expression of their hatred for another carved in stone above where there body turns to dust (apparently the man’s body is not there) and for a person to have their name above ‘Shit happens’ on theirs? Was the boy resisting the girls’ kisses in humour or in fear? Yeats’ words ring hollow for me – it is as though intellectualism can hold death at bay. For all, death has the last say.
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Amen
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