2012/07/03 Leave a comment
I will repost this as I find that questions here are worthwhile considering:
“Why do I keep writing here? God knows…
Does it make any difference? Maybe it does…may be it doesn´t. Who knows really…?
All these told or untold stories of mine – do they create some kind of echo? Do they inspire you? Do they mean something for you?
There are moments, when even uttering or writing a single word is excruciating pain.
THE INEXPRESSIBLE PAIN OF BEING DISCURSIVE, at the same time nurturing the wish to create some kind of intelligible sense…Where is to find a common denominator in these seemingly irreconcilable aspects?
Life doesn´t make sense. It doesn´t obey our logic. But in the midst of all this pervasive circus, there is a kind of secret “coherent” relation between things, between people, yes, between you and me.
Thinking in logical terms, what is the chance of you and me communicating? Almost none…And yet, despite our so different life-stories, there is something within us, some kind of secret, ineffable bond that is beyond logic, beyond – what we may call it – daily comprehension.
Life is a series of interruptions, that´s no question about that. Despite this baffling truth, we struggle to create order, purpose, continuity.
BUT OUR STRIVE FOR ORDER AND CONTINUITY REINFORCES OUR HYPOCRISY, as it based on fear.
It is a hard task for me to put in words what THE SOUL WHISPERS but my reason doesn´t fully understand.
There is no such thing as “after”. After or before what?…Is there a point of reference really? And if there is, WHAT IS IT? Where is it to be found objectively…?