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THEATERS OF STONE
To Andrzej Wirth
The fabric of a human being is certainly different from
that of a stone or a tree. And talking about Man we don't
consider only his body, which, indeed, has many affinities
with a tree, but above all his awareness, his mind, his
sensations, feelings and thoughts. It's this awareness
component which makes the Man human, different from a stone
which is not aware of pain, of shame, of the sound and
sadness of some harmonic progression. Now, that human Self
is vaporish, it lacks stone's weight, solidity, opacity.
It's also ephemeral, it exists only one present moment and
vanishes irremediably in the past: Cheops' love and pain,
unretrievable, unlike the perdurable stones of his pyramid.
I know it all and accept it, because, whether I like it or
not, I can do nothing about it. But I am an alien: most
people around me strive to provide their Selves with the
solidity and perdurability of stones. They believe to be
German, Catholic or Professor like stones are stones. Tyrants
kill thousands to acquire the illusory solidity of a stone
avalanche. And they build of their petrified Selves the
World of Stone *).
Still, no matter how cruel, it's all a play. Humans cannot
BE, like stones ARE. Humans can only PLAY. Play the role of
Germans, Catholics or Professors. The only choice we have
is to be good or bad actors, to play sincerely our parts,
aware of playing, or to vainly escape into delusions of
solidity.
Our world is a theater, a bad theater full of crude actors
building Worlds of Stone instead of playing sincerely their
parts. It's the Theater such as it is.
But one may dream of a theater with fine actors playing
their parts in good faith.
Dream about Theater Such As It Could Be.
*) Allusion to "World of Stone" by Tadeusz Borowski
