Dreamscapes

(Po)kretanje

Nekad krećeš i nemaš pojma kuda ćeš stići, ni da li ćeš stići, ni koliko treba da ideš… ali put te zove i ne možeš da mu odoliš.

Nekada ne razmišljaš o tome šta te čeka, već zakoračiš, ne znajući da li ja na sledećem metru čvrsto tlo ili ambis.

Nekada samo skočiš i ne razmišljaš o padu.

A nekada… nekada razmišljaš danima, predvidjaš i predočavaš sve barijere i prepreke, vagaš i meriš… iako znaš da je put svejedno ispred tebe i da ćeš ipak krenuti.

And what happens when an unstoppable force meets an unmovable object?

The God of Small Things –Arundhati Roy

„We’re Prisoners of War,“ Chacko said. „Our dreams have been doctored. We belong nowhere. We sail unanchored on troubled seas. We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter.“

Then, to give Estha and Rahel a sense of Historical Perspective (though Perspective was something which, in the weeks to follow, Chacko himself would sorely lack), he told them about the Earth Woman. He made them imagine that the earth-four thousand six hundred million years old-was a forty-six-year-old woman-as old, say, as Aleyamma Teacher, who gave them Malayalam lessons. It had taken the whole of the Earth Woman’s life for the earth to become what it was. For the oceans to part. For the mountains to rise. The Earth Woman was eleven years old, Chacko said, when the first single-celled organisms appeared. The first animals, creatures like worms and jellyfish, appeared only when she was forty. She was over forty-five-just eight months ago-when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

„The whole of human civilization as we know it,“ Chacko told the twins, „began only two hours ago in the Earth Woman’s life. As long as it takes us to drive from Ayemenem to Cochin.“

It was an awe-inspiring and humbling thought, Chacko said, that the whole of contemporary history the World Wars, the War of Dreams, the Man on the Moon, science, literature, philosophy, the pursuit of knowledge-was no more than a blink of the Earth Woman’s eye.

„And we, my dears, everything we are and ever will be are just a twinkle in her eye,“ Chacko said grandly, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

5 komentara

  1. Sve je nekada, dobro je dok ne postane Uvek. Ovo drugo su normalna stanja i menjanja.

  2. Jbt, ala sam pametna a, sta kazes?😆
    Otkrila sam rupicu na saksiji:mrgreen:

  3. Ma važno je da si samo izabrala pravu saksiju…😀

  4. Uvek zakoračim i nemam pojma šta me čeka. Samo napred.😀

  5. @Charobna… ma samo taj prvi korak se računa… posle obično nema ‘undo’ tipkice…

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