The First Blog

Fragmentary 5
The metaphor of window

You sit in a cozy warm room, in front of you, a huge window.
It’s clean, crystal, transparent.
So is the sky outside, only it’s blue with clouds floating on it.
What will it be like outside? You wonder.
Suddenly you realize you actually do not know what it is like. But still it is so warm and cozy inside.
It seems to be as quiet and calm outside as it is inside, you observe.
And more colourful! Blue, white, green, golden, red, sky, cloud, trees, sun and flowers!
And more interesting! See how busy everyone outside is! Fishes are swimming, birds are flying, and bees are dancing.
What a stuff room it is! It gradually dawns on you.
How happy you are!
You’ve seem the better side. How smartly I am!
So you break the window with all you strength.
Ooops, it’s hard!
It’s thick!
But nothing can stop you once you’ve made up your mind.
Finally!
There it is!
The brave grand new world!
You are born…

But what’s that strong current whirling around me?
What’s that strange sound shouting at me?
Sorry, you just have to feel the world, because you are now in it.
It’s no longer for your light-hearted observation.
What can I hold to? Will it stop?
No, you cannot stand steadfastly. No, you have to go with the current.
Once begun, there is no end, no, rather no rest.

Lo, Sleep is good, better is death, for sooth,
But still best, is never to be born.