…then you feel
you’ve descended to something you used to think of
but never were
or if so,
soon was gone off you
so you can’t walk on no more.
not lived,
not loved,
can’t walk on no more…
so you sit
and you squeeze
and you shrivel down and down
till you’re so less than living in terms of everything imaginable
not lived or loved,
and less than life…
a dead man alive,
the world doesn’t concern you…
Ballerina in a Death’s Head, by Salvador Dali, 1939
There once was a man. He mated and produced children. They grew and mated with others. A colony was created.
They hunted for living. Later they learned to benefit from the earth and raised seeds. They later tamed animals and used them to facilitate their lives. It was from then that their civilization started to flourish.
They then encountered a phenomenon by which they got hugely startled: some animals died of something strange. Some people died too, with the same symptoms as animals and the whole colony was frightened.
They reckoned that they can do nothing about the terrible situation for all their efforts were in vain. More and more were dying until one came with an idea: let’s kill the ones with symptoms!
well, they did so, and the deaths stopped surprisingly. The man was chosen the wise leader of the colony and the idea became a solution preventing deaths. The solution became a ritual almost the same time as the wise leader’s sayings presumed sacred and later made into rules.
Many years passed and people came and went, were born and died, but the sacred ritual remained practically the same. It was then considered as the greatest prayer a man can carry out in his life in a way that by undertaking it one can reach a place where the wise leader was granted after his death!
(of course there are no firm evidence to prove where he went after he died, but we simply know it’s a fabulous place and that’s because we simply chose to believe so).
FIN
یکسری مسائل وجود دارند که تصورشون شاید ناممکن باشه. شاید کسی نتونه تصور کنه زندگی بدون اکسیژن چطوری می تونه باشه. ولی باید دید وقتی کسی رو ببینیم که بدون تجهیزات بدون اکسیژن داره به زندگی ادامه می ده چجور واکنش ذهنی خواهیم داشت. انکار؟ توجیه؟ توضیح؟
بعضی (با تخفیف) از پدیده ها، فرضیه ها و توضیح ها هم به همین شکل هستند و شاید عدم پذیرششون برمی گرده به یک سری ساختارهای ناممکنی که تو ذهن ما تبیین شده ان.
می شه به سادگی و راحتی در مقابل پدیده ی واقعی همچون موضعی اتخاذ کرد. در صورت مشاهده ی یک واقعیت ماتریال، یک توضیح بدون نقص (در لحظه و نقطه) و یک فرضیه ی نقض نشده تنها تسلیم شد و لبخندی زد و جبر محتوم رو پذیرفت...
اوقات نادری وجود دارند که حس می کنم احمقم
حماقت ذاتی کم نظیری که به موجبش تمام پدیده ها به شدت ساده به نظرم می رسند
در حالی که نیستند
و من تنهار در همین اوقات اندک قادرم از نشانه هایی این پیچیئگی عظیم رو حدس بزنم
و غمگین تر اینکه این واقعیت که تقریبا همه آگاه به این پیچیدگی هستند مثل یک خرس وحشی بهم حمله ور می شه
و من به حدت تو زاویه ای فرو می رم و کوچیک به نظر میام
درحالی که کماکان قیافه ی حق به جانب به خودم گرفتم
