Here is hoping that God laughs at you, rather than something worse happening to you.
Robin Williams killed himself because he was unable to make Kierkegaard’’s giant leap of faith and contemplate anything outside of himself. That’s enough to leave a person clinically depressed.
The real sadness for me in Williams’ death is that it caught me harkening back to where I was at various times in his career, all the way back to Mork.
I see myself in my college digs, watching Mork and Mindy faithfully.
I see a teacher friend of mine being screamed at that “Good Morning, Vietnam” would not be shown in Sr. Gov’t class.
I see myself watching “Aladdin” in a crowded theater, on a date.
“What Dreams May Come,” while beautiful, was a crushingly sad one to see.
I do feel really bad for his relatives. But my main focus, I discovered today, was self-referential, as his was a career that has woven through mine.
I hope he is in a better place, but based on faith, The Word says otherwise.