Today I decided to work out my language skills which at this rate are growing rusty like a battered old iron kettle that has been left behind at weather's mercy. There it stands all alone, meets every sunrise and sunset with no one to share them with. It has to stay still on the spot where it has been left even in the sharpest autumn wind when the rain beats the nature at it's mightiest. It stands quiet in the coldest winter night when the only sound audible is the sound of complete silence.
How does the kettle feel about its fate? The spot where it is left is all it knows. The one place is the whole world for it - the world that is both beautiful in its cruelness and caring in its unmercifulness. The weather treats it for what it is, nothing more, nothing less. It's a battered old iron kettle that has been left behind. This fate is all it knows.
– Surely it would be a lot happier if it were all shiny and flawless in a warm, spotless kitchen with welcoming smells of freshly baked pastry, we think. But would it? It wouldn't feel the weather caressing its surface or see the sun move across the sky. The birds couldn't land on it to sing their songs about far-away forests from where they have just returned. It would not be a part of the world it has used to be since it was left behind.
However, if the kettle woulnd't have been left behind it wouldn't be the battered old iron kettle to start with. Perhaps it would feel the wonders of bubbling fluids inside it and smell the savory stews it would behold. The kettle would be a good old iron kettle that is used for the finest of cookings and to reveal the secrets of the most exquisite of flavours.
For the good old iron kettle, be that as it may, the world outside the kitchen would be unknown because it would never have been left behind. And what comes for the battered old iron kettle - the world inside the house would be unknown for it because it hadn't been taken care of in the first place. Thus they are two different objects in two different realities. Their fates differ in every possible way, and each way is unknown for the other as well as independed of the other. In this moment the two fates cannot coexist, but there can be other fates to face. Right now it is this moment that counts.
Exercise over. How do I feel? I feel just like the kettle. The world I live in is all I know. This one place of time and space is the whole world for me, and I am the one person for this place and time. This is my reality, this moment counts.
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