“ oh, well- he(she) wasn’t going to write Beethoven’s Ninth
Symphony anyway.” The narrator says this after the deaths of Kazakh (canine)
and James Wait ( human). The narrator then explains this line. This is a
comment on how little we will accomplish in our lives. The accomplishments of Wait are as
insignificant as the accomplishments of Kazakh. In a million years the
accomplishments of even the most influential people in this modern day in age
will be insignificant and in consequential.
From an early age we are fed the blatant lie that we are all snowflakes,
unique and special. We are told that we will do great things, that we will go
on to have a great influence on the world. this is what we are told, and the
worst part is we believe it, we hold the delusion that we are mighty, above
average even. The so called Lake Wobegon effect, from Garrison Keillor’s radio
show, a place where all the children are above average. We all cant be above
average, and In all truth, even those of us who are, are probably destined for
mediocrity. Even those who do great things will be forgotten
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