We come into the world, live our lives and leave the world. Sometimes we live through events or incidents which raise the status of our daily inconsequential lives from mundane to meaningful. We might call these miracles or simply coincidences. For a brief moment we feel watched over and then in the race that we call life we move on and forget these moments or remember them briefly and marvel. Never or very rarely do we become a part of something on a cosmic level, it doesn't change the course of our lives in a direct way but we feel that the whole universe conspired to create that moment and though billions of people live in this world, we were the only ones who were able to witness this event like a private and exclusive viewing of a grand display. We are even luckier if we have someone to share this event with, to look into someone's eyes and see the wonder reflected! A confidant. That reminds us that what we saw was not a figment of our fancy imagination but a rare and beautiful gift.
An eagle is told that it once lived in huge nests on high mountains and tall trees at high altitudes and the big bird scoffs at such a preposterous idea. How can such a big bird living in caves and hunting on rodents soar in the skies over mountain tops and oceans. Not a bad idea but quite unlikely. Seems like these humans are crazy and think of anything about other animals to hide their own embarrassment over their monkey ancestry. Pick up any great novel, Hundred Years of Solitude, Blindness, Beloved, Alchemist or any others that you have read where imagination is stretched but you flow with the narrative. You easily believe what the writer is asking of you. It seems plausible and hence possible and you like a bird open your wings and fly where the winds of possibilities take you. Marquez creates a parallel world of freedom and we camp in this world with him; Morrison brings a spirit from the dead and we unblinkingly accept her character; Saramago presents a sightless world to us ...
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