Sigh No More

Friends and lovers;

I am referring to you who love, and willingly give yourself. You are lovers. In the best, most complete, most sacred, most interesting, most difficult and most beautiful sense of the word.

In my undergrad, there was a story that was told and passed down between classes about the Last Drag of cigarette . It had been read somewhere, reportedly in a Russia novel, ad yet it grew in power and beauty with each retelling.

Once in a Russian gulag, where life was cold, harsh, rough, and selfish. And one prisoner found a cigarette. A real one, not one scrapped together from the eds of straw and desk paper with which the prisoners usually indulged themselves.

And so, one evening, after living the miserable, inhuman existence of the gulag, he decided that he needed to feel like a person again. Like he had a soul.

So he lit his cigarette.

And was reminded not only of his mortality, but his immortality. That he was a Man. The cigarette gave him a moment of peace, contemplation, and life.

But he saw another prisoner watching him. A man who had been through all the same gulag-inflicted suffering.

This second man did not say anything, or ask anything of the first man. He merely watched, enjoying the smoke as much as he could.

And so, at the very last moment,  the first man handed off the cigarette. And with the last drag the second man shared in that moment of mortal life. The moment made all the more powerful in the sharing.

 

And thus developed the tradition of the Last Drag.

Rarely did one finish a cigarette on their own, and always the very last bit left must be shared.

Even those of us who rarely smoked would not refuse when offered the last drag. It is a gesture of love and sacrifice, a sharing of the soul.

Even if we had different mindsets or studies or opinions, this was the moment to offer ourselves to one another.

 

Later, when I began to listen to Mumford & Sons, I discovered that their music has a similar effect on me.

It must be shared, for the good of humanity, the heart, and the soul. Here is a part of my heart for you.

Serve God, love me and mend
This is not the end
Live unbruised, we are friends
And I’m sorry
I’m sorry

Sigh no more, no more
One foot in sea, one on shore
My heart was never pure
You know me
You know me

But man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing

Love; it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be

There is a desire, an alignment, a cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be

Love; it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be

There is a desire, an alignment, a cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be

Love; it will not betray you
Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be

There is a desire, an alignment, a cry
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be

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