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A new blog to contain answers to prompts

Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas Open in new Window. became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.


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September 8, 2025 at 1:29pm
September 8, 2025 at 1:29pm
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Prompt:
“Bring down the curtain—the farce is over.”
The last words of French philosopher and comic, Francois Rabelais
What do you think of life? Is it really a farce?


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Who knows! Life may well be a farce. Yet, I'd hate to think this farce to be meaningless. After all, we all are players in life. Also, which one of us ever stops the search for meaning while we are alive?

No, we don't stop, and I won't stop. This is because life itself is fragile, and much of it can feel ridiculous, contradictory, and hollow. Yet, within the “farce” lies that search for meaning. And even foolish plays can carry a strange beauty. The awkward entrances, the ill-timed gestures, the hollow laughter...all of this is part of the spectacle.

Yes, after when the curtain finally lowers, footlights fade, and the painted backdrop collapses into shadow, the actors dissolve into silence. Moreover, so far that I know, there is no encore. Maybe, no applause either.

This could be because, in the first place, the set might have been borrowed, the lines half-learned, and the performance only temporary. So, this whole thing turns into a declaration that the roles we’ve been playing, the pretenses we’ve been maintaining, and the illusions we’ve been trapped in can no longer hold.

And that silence after the last curtain is the most honest thing. It asks for no more laughter, no more applause, no more frantic improvisation. It is just a release.

Maybe the deepest grace lies in bowing honestly at the end, knowing the farce was absurd, but that we gave it our brilliance, breath, and presence for as long as the curtain was lifted.




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