When real tragedy strikes it highlights the relative importance of things or unimportance. It cuts the dogs and the ponies down to size and we realize they are just ordinary animals doing ordinary things of dysfunctional typical devious self-serving nature. They never change. It is always the same. The same tricks done the same ways over and over and over and over and over and over etcetera and so forth. They are limited in all ways and yet some dog and pony watchers get caught up in the spectacle and elevate the dogs and ponies to heights that are dizzying. Dogs and ponies. Ponies and dogs. Joined together in union forever with fans cheering them on thinking that it all matters greatly. Pathetic isn't it?
