Final Reckoning
Dec 6 2025
The catalogue of stupid things
I’ve done in my life
is too long to enumerate here.
In my final days
when I am called on to account
for my wrongs and moral failings
betrayals, harms, and mistakes
will stupidity count?
I have my lame excuses,
am good at rationalization,
and can sometimes even justify
the bad things I’ve done
as well as what I haven’t.
And I’m not the only one
guilty of the same dumb moves.
But mostly, I hurt myself;
my crimes are victimless,
there wasn’t any malice;
and intent, after all
means everything.
Does one owe a debt to society
from innocent stumbles
and the stupidity of youth?
So I am embarrassed, even ashamed
but resent being judged.
And if confession is good enough
to absolve the Catholics
then why not me —
my head
hung in contrition,
along with a few Hail Mary’s
some alms for the poor?
Because it’s too late for restitution,
and why ask for forgiveness
when by now
they’ve likely all forgotten.
So after the final reckoning
burn the catalogue
I beg of you;
then stir the ashes,
dig a hole,
and bury the past for good.
The New Yorker’s Jonathan Rothman often contributes their “Weekend Essay”. This week, he wrote on the topic of stupidity. Of which we all have our share. And which these days seems an increasingly relevant topic. (5 letters say it all: “T-r-u-m-p”!) I For those of us who are prone to retrospect and introspect, both stupidity and regret are inescapable. How not, considering the stupidity of youth, our blind spots, and the complexity of human relationships.
Are
We Getting
Stupider?
https://www.newyorker.com/culture/open-questions/are-we-getting-stupider

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