There was the silent flight of time over the millennia, while man composed himselfwrites Char.
Where were we?
And what have we done during this time?
Is it not there, in this slow composition of our being, that we must look for the reasons for our dismay?
This is where most of our destiny was played out,
And this, our destiny, is this play constantly restarted before our eyes.
Since we knew how to say no
Our chance is precisely there, in the ability to refuse.
And to say no.
This is writing, painting, sculpting, singing, dancing…
This is what is playing out before our eyes.
And which gives reason to hope.
Ever since we knew how to say no.
Ever since we knew how to give shape to our protests.
Since we know how to weigh down our refusal with all the weight of our being.
Because the surrounding world is not just a plain of pleasures.
A place of joy.
Its only ambition is not to entertain us.
