Life: A Song
8 Nov 2009
I finished a book last week: "Life on a train platform" by Octavian Paler. Fabulous one ! I want to share with you one text which I particularly liked and which keeps obsessing me ever since. It's a philosophical approach on our evanescent life... I'll translate some lines, my friends, for you to make an idea about the genius Paler was:
"We are like a song, don't you think? A song can never be played from the end to the beginning. You must always sing it heading to the end. Along, while you're still singing and the music fuddles you, you realize that the end is coming nevertheless, however you'd delay it. You try to lengthen the notes, but this doesn't backward the song, doesn't revive what's dead meanwhile. You only delay the end. [...] The music will die. In the middle of the concert, we're not able to run through tones thicket right to the moment when, fuddled by sound, we opened our lips and started whispering. As you advance into emotion, you come closer to its end. Nothing can't save you. There are only passing beauties. [...] If we'd try getting back... but no, we're not able. Nor to stop."
Along with this text I've added some season photographs revealing the end of nature's song, a song so different from ours, a song starting again next spring - the same concert of colors, sounds and emotions. But we'll be perceiving it different, 'cause we'll be singing the next verse of our chant.
Thank you !