Pareidolia vision: I can see the face of an old man seeing the hole in the clouds… he’s in the middle. I can understand why our ancestors had the myths of warriors and lovers that would be again part of our parents, the sacred hills called apus, because in our genesis we humans weren’t created by a god but we were produced or generated from special rocks, mountains or lakes… and we can come back.
There was a episode in my life that caused me so much sadness, so much than anything before, when it finished I simply couldn’t feel anything, neither couldn’t find reason, among many things, in watching tv, to hear music, reading literature or anything that could give me before pleasure, a bit after I started this blog, as a way to drop photographs to the wind to say good bye to the past. So just to don’t age my mind I started to study science, history, biology, physical sciences. I didn’t read more ancient philosophy because to me it’s closer to literature with its beautiful ideas. The case is that months ago when I knew to my absent lady she suggest me to read Dan Brown’s Inferno. Today seemed a good day to read again so I purchased an original edition (I dislike to buy pirate versions) in English, I know my English to write is pretty basic but I haven’t problems to read long books, my favorite to read English words is Poe. Also I bought Borges’ Book of the Dreams in Spanish, it’s a selection about dreams found in literature and chronicles since the origins of civilization to the age of Borges. He was a very fine reader so I know it’s going to be a great reading. About Dan Brown I know it’s going to be entertained, nevertheless I hope this time the main character can be faster than me to guess the clues.
I don’t feel this as a return to reading, more like a return to melancholy. We’ll see.