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Death in Tehran

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A rich and mighty Persian once walked in his garden with one of his servants. The servant cried that he had just encountered Death, who had threatened him. He begged his master to give him his fastest horse so that he could make haste and flee to Teheran, which he could reach that same evening. The master consented and the servant galloped off on the horse. On returning to his house the master himself met Death, and questioned him, “Why did you terrify and threaten my servant?” “I did not threaten him; I only showed surprise in still finding him here when I planned to meet him tonight in Teheran,” said Death.

While searching for the story online,   I found  one writer  who had these  insightful comments  attached to the tale:

Frankl refers to the story a couple times in this book, at times when a seemingly unfavorable event or choice saved his life. For example, he and another doctor were left off a list of evacuees from a concentration camp to be delivered to the Red Cross. He finds out later that they were, in fact, killed by the SS.

The point of this story isn’t to embrace passivity and trust simply to fate. What I take away is that there are times when nothing we do, or not do, can guarantee the outcome we seek.

Conversely, there are times when a wonderful outcome comes from what initially appear to be terrible circumstances. This is the point Frankl emphasizes in Man’s Search for Meaning

Wiki my ever helpful servant weighs in:
Liberated after three years in concentration camps, Frankl  (1905-1997) returned to Vienna. During 1945 he wrote his world-famous book entitled, Trotzdem Ja Zum Leben Sagen: Ein Psychologe Erlebt das Konzentrationslager (translated: “…Saying Yes to Life in Spite of Everything: A Psychologist Experiences the Concentration Camp”, known in English by the title Man’s Search for Meaning (1959). In this book, he described the life of an ordinary concentration camp inmate from the objective perspective of a psychiatrist
I really need to write this for myself, most of all. That NOW is   the time, the day to act because “one never knows what the day will bring” as my grandpa was so fond of saying a half century ago.  Read Man’s search for meaning at university, ca. 1980 and loved it. How could you not, it is such a gripping read. Dr. Viktor Frankl at Auschwitz.    One engrossing story after another with all manner of penetrating analysis interspersed within.   Check it out.
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I am not a big believer in “Divine Providence” allotting us our days, or The classical Fates of antiquity spinning out the length of our lives (although I do confess to love reading about them in the ancient Greek  myths) or any kind of Protestant nonsense concerning predestination.
Online I found this comment on Frankl’s book which is so spot on:
Everyone reading this deserves someone to remind them that the journey is not straightforward, that present difficulties can often lead to better outcomes.
This is Frankl’s story. It’s the story of countless people that have lived and died on this earth.
In my own life, what I have  found since coming out is that any and all difficulties are easier when you feel connected, part of some circle, community, family, group of friends.
How odd that my newly discovered, revealed sexual self has given me this gift, this awareness!
Yes I know this blog is supposed to be about bisexuality and all this talk about life-death-evil  may seem so tangential. It is not.  A friend yesterday was rightly complaining about office politics at work. I quipped there is not necessarily justice on earth, of why some scoundrel can get away with bloody murder in the adjoining cubicle as it were.  We still have theodicy. And we still have the vexing question of why don’t I have a hot date on Saturday night.
Who the hell knows why bad people flourish and good people sit at home on a Friday night alone.   One comfort is that this has been going on for thousands of years, confounded great minds and people throughout human history (the problem of evil and not being date-less I take it,  but I have often wondered if people had more fulfilling sex lives if there might just be less evil in the world.)  I do know someone who is as happy as a goddamn clam with a cutie on his arm, otherwise he is an irascible tyrant.
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