Certified Copy

This evening we watched "Certified Copy".  A good movie, surely, but maybe not the best for the frame of mind we are in currently.
One of the themes of the movie hinged around replicas of pieces of art and how, if the viewer experiencing the "fraud" still enjoys what he or she sees to be an original, where is the problem?  One of the main characters went so far as to say the Mona Lisa was a rip off, in that it was a reproduction of the real woman, and not the real woman herself.
Michael and I have often discussed that nothing is original anymore.  All movies, books, music, architecture are variations on a theme.  It's the small nuances, now, that make something stand out.  It's increasingly fragmented and niche markets.
It's like when you turn on the news today like we did and we heard about the shooting at Eaton Centre and even that was a bit of a repeat of the Jane Creba Boxing Day shooting years ago.  The same shock and sadness and outrage.
Every few months on the news some disenfranchised person gets ripped off in the most heinous manner and the community rallies together to replace the stolen bike/wheelchair/guitar.  Every few months someone you know loses someone they know.  A different European country totters on the verge of bankruptcy every few months. 
Variations on a theme.
But when that variation happens to you it's like someone is shining a spotlight directly on you.  Now you have to act, react, perform and deal with it.
And it's two things: it's that what is happening to you has happened to millions of people before you.  And it's that you are sitting there thinking "Why me?  I can't do this".  And it happens to echelons of people every day and it's a variation on a theme.
Nothing that we experience in our lives is something that someone else has experienced, suffered through or enjoyed before.  And in ten years, or fifty years, or five hundred years, no one will remember us our what we went through our how we felt helpless and alone.  In five hundred years it will be another variation on a theme.
I guess it's just funny how inconsequential everything that we do is, in the long view.
And I guess, further, that focusing on the long view isn't the best way to navigate through life because we're but a dust mote on that particular linear highway.  And to add to that thought is the thought that I am thinking thoughts that billions of people before have already thought and so basically this whole post is just me not wanting to go to bed like I used to experience back in the day when I abruptly discovered that I wasn't, in fact, in control of the most important facets of my life.