Dont kill that mosquito
So... the rain has come back and so am I...
Well I cant actually remember the exact day, but I do remember gazing through the window and thinking "wow this is so incredible", the view of the remanescence of the sun light in what must had been the second time I actually experienced the daylight saving time here, at my house. And why does it remain there, the memory after so much time? Most probably is that the year later I spent it staring at the sky... how is that again? haha! Well, for a long period of time I used to go out to the country (well known and specific spots far away from the city) with just my dad and his hard-core astronomically oriented fellas. Cant quite remember what was the so-called featured show in the sky that time; but sure it wasnt my first one, nor the last one. The thruth be told Ive got so much things from my dad, among them I have to mention two of those: his inclination for photography (all you can think of, from basic picture taking to knowing exactly what to shoot at), and the legacy of at some level astronomy, which didnt quite kicked in as much as he would have wished, at least not the exact approach to it. Whilst its common to all we humans to wonder whats out there, it also gave me a little knowledge and a wider approach to it, whether phylosofical, scientific and stetic... you name it. There are few things out there as mind challenging as staring at the deep dark sky and all those stars sprinkled all over it... its so beautiful, or the ever glazing moon (god I think i have a huge crush!). That is all at the naked eye, but having a big-fat telescope may come in handy sometimes lols!, and thats were you find out there's plenty more to it than you can imagine. I can still recall the first time I took a look at the horsehead nebula 1,600 light years away in Orion and 3 light years wide! I couldnt believe my eyes. We're so damn small... Well the thing is that the purple-red dusk clouds I saw that sunday were my first ones as I was telling you. (This is heading somewhere, I swear!)
For some reason I dont remember I had a wing-less mosquito in a tiny little plastic jar which made some sort of a dungeon to it, its own torture room, sure waiting for me to come back and take his legs off or something fun (needless to say the only one here having the "fun" was me!)
That same evening we were to watch a new dvd my parents had rented. The movie was "Contact" starring Jodie Foster written by some dude I know well, Carl Sagan, some guy who did a lot of research and contributed to what nowadays we call our conception and understanding of the universe. The movie is based and named afterwards a book, a novel written by Sagan himself. He even colaborated in taking his views from his novel to the film, too bad he didnt got to see it 'cause he died before it was complete. The movie is a science-fiction well developed thriller about some technologically advanced civilization which contacts human kind and take mrs. Foster on a trip trough the universe to meet them along with what you end up calling "the whole and simple thruth" about who we are and what is our role on this life.
Needless to say it leaves you wondering about so much things and it sure got me to realize and wonder a lot of stuff... well you know, as any human would do, right? I mean, what are we, what is our role in the universe, are we alone?... we're so damn small that when you come to think about it, it really doesnt make much sense. What of what we call our humanity makes us what we are and what for? Is there something out there barely close to what we call "god" or what we want to make of him to believe of "him"? In what religion or science do all those questions fit in... furthermore, which one of them comes closer to define or to answer those questions, most of all we dont even have words for...
Call me stupid or easy shattered, but when I saw this movie it unravelled so much things within me I didnt even remember until today 9 years ahead that I've watched it again and recalled the nature and the origin of so many feelings and thoughts.
But one thing Ive always had in mind: afterwards being shattered by the film I went back to my bedroom and quickly reached for that bottle with the mosquito in it. Cant quite describe it, but somewhere in my mind or my heart I realized that we all life forms have at some level the same questions, motivations or whatever instincts depending on the boundaries of your species, of you able or not to think to come think about as yourself as an individual, or have a concience of your own or your kind, never mind if you ever come to think about it or not life is life, and that is a big fucking miracle as unique and beautiful as a spark. All that realized I felt shame of me, who was I to decide to stop that little spark from existing, was I God? Sure you think this is so stupid but at some level I put myself in the mindset of that little one mosquito and its "views" about the universe, its universe or whatever it could refer to as, whether it was the small and limited area I found it in, so unsignificant and small for me, but at the same time meaning, being and containing all its little existence, its "universe"?. The thruth be said I guess I shred a couple of tears for the mosquito's life, all in all the fact of it being so small compared to me, or not being able to communicate or tell me something I could call a word, didnt make it so different from me: we shared two basic and important things: we were forms of life and we were sure as damn as small and evanescent as each other. I had a hard time putting its life to an end which has to be done due to the fact that it was dismembered by me and sentence to live in pain because of me "having fun". Apologized to the mosquito as simple as it was and killed it with just my finger and sweared to "something" that I would never do that again.
All that ritual is what I mean for when I say "I HAVE A PACT WITH THEM" to someone who notices the well known FACT that mosquitoes DONT bite me, hadnt bitten me ever since and I hadnt slapped any since then.
Funny huh?
Well I cant actually remember the exact day, but I do remember gazing through the window and thinking "wow this is so incredible", the view of the remanescence of the sun light in what must had been the second time I actually experienced the daylight saving time here, at my house. And why does it remain there, the memory after so much time? Most probably is that the year later I spent it staring at the sky... how is that again? haha! Well, for a long period of time I used to go out to the country (well known and specific spots far away from the city) with just my dad and his hard-core astronomically oriented fellas. Cant quite remember what was the so-called featured show in the sky that time; but sure it wasnt my first one, nor the last one. The thruth be told Ive got so much things from my dad, among them I have to mention two of those: his inclination for photography (all you can think of, from basic picture taking to knowing exactly what to shoot at), and the legacy of at some level astronomy, which didnt quite kicked in as much as he would have wished, at least not the exact approach to it. Whilst its common to all we humans to wonder whats out there, it also gave me a little knowledge and a wider approach to it, whether phylosofical, scientific and stetic... you name it. There are few things out there as mind challenging as staring at the deep dark sky and all those stars sprinkled all over it... its so beautiful, or the ever glazing moon (god I think i have a huge crush!). That is all at the naked eye, but having a big-fat telescope may come in handy sometimes lols!, and thats were you find out there's plenty more to it than you can imagine. I can still recall the first time I took a look at the horsehead nebula 1,600 light years away in Orion and 3 light years wide! I couldnt believe my eyes. We're so damn small... Well the thing is that the purple-red dusk clouds I saw that sunday were my first ones as I was telling you. (This is heading somewhere, I swear!)
For some reason I dont remember I had a wing-less mosquito in a tiny little plastic jar which made some sort of a dungeon to it, its own torture room, sure waiting for me to come back and take his legs off or something fun (needless to say the only one here having the "fun" was me!)
That same evening we were to watch a new dvd my parents had rented. The movie was "Contact" starring Jodie Foster written by some dude I know well, Carl Sagan, some guy who did a lot of research and contributed to what nowadays we call our conception and understanding of the universe. The movie is based and named afterwards a book, a novel written by Sagan himself. He even colaborated in taking his views from his novel to the film, too bad he didnt got to see it 'cause he died before it was complete. The movie is a science-fiction well developed thriller about some technologically advanced civilization which contacts human kind and take mrs. Foster on a trip trough the universe to meet them along with what you end up calling "the whole and simple thruth" about who we are and what is our role on this life.
Needless to say it leaves you wondering about so much things and it sure got me to realize and wonder a lot of stuff... well you know, as any human would do, right? I mean, what are we, what is our role in the universe, are we alone?... we're so damn small that when you come to think about it, it really doesnt make much sense. What of what we call our humanity makes us what we are and what for? Is there something out there barely close to what we call "god" or what we want to make of him to believe of "him"? In what religion or science do all those questions fit in... furthermore, which one of them comes closer to define or to answer those questions, most of all we dont even have words for...
Call me stupid or easy shattered, but when I saw this movie it unravelled so much things within me I didnt even remember until today 9 years ahead that I've watched it again and recalled the nature and the origin of so many feelings and thoughts.
But one thing Ive always had in mind: afterwards being shattered by the film I went back to my bedroom and quickly reached for that bottle with the mosquito in it. Cant quite describe it, but somewhere in my mind or my heart I realized that we all life forms have at some level the same questions, motivations or whatever instincts depending on the boundaries of your species, of you able or not to think to come think about as yourself as an individual, or have a concience of your own or your kind, never mind if you ever come to think about it or not life is life, and that is a big fucking miracle as unique and beautiful as a spark. All that realized I felt shame of me, who was I to decide to stop that little spark from existing, was I God? Sure you think this is so stupid but at some level I put myself in the mindset of that little one mosquito and its "views" about the universe, its universe or whatever it could refer to as, whether it was the small and limited area I found it in, so unsignificant and small for me, but at the same time meaning, being and containing all its little existence, its "universe"?. The thruth be said I guess I shred a couple of tears for the mosquito's life, all in all the fact of it being so small compared to me, or not being able to communicate or tell me something I could call a word, didnt make it so different from me: we shared two basic and important things: we were forms of life and we were sure as damn as small and evanescent as each other. I had a hard time putting its life to an end which has to be done due to the fact that it was dismembered by me and sentence to live in pain because of me "having fun". Apologized to the mosquito as simple as it was and killed it with just my finger and sweared to "something" that I would never do that again.
All that ritual is what I mean for when I say "I HAVE A PACT WITH THEM" to someone who notices the well known FACT that mosquitoes DONT bite me, hadnt bitten me ever since and I hadnt slapped any since then.
Funny huh?
publié par pux lavoix à
4:05 AM
0 commentaires:
Enregistrer un commentaire
Abonnement Publier les commentaires [Atom]
<< Accueil