Coexistence

coexist n. 1. to exist together, at the same time, or in the same place. 2. to live in peace with another or others despite differences.

That one last grasp for freedom, a final taste of independence before tying the binding knot of matrimony. Sleep and recovery took up most of my day after the activities of the night before. It was my friend Nathan’s buck’s night, a chance for everyone to show him a great time before making his adventurous decent into a new life, a brave new world.

From what I remember it was a good night and Nathan seemed to be enjoying his last taste of free existence, even though in the end, under strict orders, there were no show girls or strippers. We managed to get him up to sing a song downstairs where they were doing karaoke, Pretty Woman it was. Perhaps he was singing to his absent fiancé — soon to be wife — or maybe to the girl in the back with the short skirt and revealing top; I couldn’t be certain.

What I did noticed, was the great diversity of personalities amongst those in attendance, all with different and sometimes conflicting outlooks on life, brought together, coexisting along the same path, each addition and interaction adding to the night’s rich, unique and rather interesting dynamic. There was one however, who seemed almost obsessively adamant on bringing down the night for everyone — quite a pity — with his unbelievably obnoxious nature, fuelled by alcohol, perhaps an attempt for attention, but appeared to be more of a defence mechanism than anything. I tried not to let it get to me, but I thought it unfortunate that his behaviour may have slightly influenced Nathan’s night for the worse. There’s always one isn’t there?

There was a documentary just shown on the ABC called Galileo’s Sons, a clear, objective view of the scientific study of astronomy in the Vatican and whether science, religion and the Catholic Church can exist together in harmony. All constructs of humanity, coexistence of each depends on their ability to evolve least resistance, else elimination occurs.

Earlier, the first of a six parter, Broadway: The American Musical was playing, about the genesis and evolution of the Broadway Musical. Seems I’ve been watching a lot more of these kinds of documentaries lately, since somewhat losing my faith in the commercial stations — unable to adapt to the ever-changing climate — observing the diversity of subjects, each with a different point of view, interacting in the mind, changing its dynamic. A new existence for all that we see, though it’s not often they can all get along without a hitch. There’s always one.

No girls like show girls
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