Fragility. The most beautiful thing in people is the the inevitability of the ultimate failure.
We are fragile. The so-called weak and the so-called strong, the cowardly and the bold, coke addicts and great rulers, women and men alike, black, white, red, yellow, mixed, children and elders and grown-ups, the fat and the thin, the ugly and the beautiful, the smart and the cretin...You. Me. Us all. Face the ultimate failure.
Imagine. Yourself naked. Your skin colour, your taste, the touch of your hair. See yourself move, an arm raised, an eye twitch. A muscle relief, a scar, a bone coming out from somewhere, a bruise.
Imagine. Your blood flowing, your heart pumping red, your lungs like a sponge, your kidneys brown, your muscles long, your bones yellow, your brain gray.
Imagine. The mechanisms inside. The dance of the cells interacting, the contact, the exchange of information, the processes going on and on, the deaths, the births, the divisions, the transformations.
Think. Break down your body into chemicals and they are worth a total of three dollars. But the simplest human, the commoner, not a Mozart, not a Kant, but an average human being is priceless if only we'd take in account the "simple body functions." Our basic sustaining system is such a complex and well tuned and balanced machine it is priceless.
Think again. What makes us human, what makes us so special is what our mind can make. Imagine. Think. Feel. We have yet to understand our limits. We have yet to create, we have yet to understand, we have yet to invent, we have yet to interact.
Feel. We build illusions of walls against feelings. We learn very soon the power other humans have and we fear and so we grow, we nurture these illusions of protection, isolation, coldness.
The first key. One cell goes rabid and a whole system fails. One process goes berserk and one main body function disappears. It is so easy to hurt us for our bounds are so tight. Temperature. Pressure. pH. Bacteria. Sharp metal objects.
The second key. The more we know the weaker we are. The more opinions we have. The more thoughts we have and the maze grows larger and larger. The larger the risk of getting lost. Lost in the illusion of knowledge, lost in the search, lost in ourselves.
The third key. There will always be some other human being to crush our walls. A death. A new life. A new lover. A friend. Someone will do something to penetrate those careful build pseudo-walls and reach with themselves right in the center of our hearts. The stronger we believe the walls are the harder we fall.
The door. We pass it. We see it every day and we pass through it blindly. It the door to the chamber of a...lady. There is no God. No Zeus. No Allah. No Architect. No green men from the sky. Just her. She sends thunders and rocks and sunshine in our paths. She creates the roads we chose, she creates the mazes we get lost in.
Lady Fate. Her room is cozy, her carpets are soft and she always has a special kind of tea. The warm kind, the perfect kind. Her voice is soft and she is serene. And you can never remember her face.
The invite. She appears. In small signs. Spoon fulls. She presents her hand and shows us the door to her and we pass. But if we enter we understand. We leave and the air feels anew, the ground feels solid and we feel clear.
Fragility. This is our key. Our essence. Our innermost beauty. We are frail. We dance on a thin rope. No matter what we believe of ourselves. No matter how many walls be build. No matter what we think makes us strong. No mater how badly we believe we are titans. We are a leaf. It's complex, it is beautiful, it is unique, it pulsates with life but it can fall so easily and be stepped upon by millions of feet walking carelessly on the street. She can chose to shake the tree. She can chose to light the tree with the most pleasant sun or send storms above it. You chose your branch from the many she lays in front of you. Freedom, yes, exists. But no true strenght.
Fragility.
