What defines us

Dear all,

I want to tell you something about maths and myths and fire. Maths, because they are something you can calculate. Myths, because there is no way to trace them, never trust destiny. Fire? What one feels like when you try to calculate the untraceable. Like you are on fire when you try to see maths on coincidence. Coincidence, the untraceable, life, myth, ever.

It seems to me that this is a land of wanna-be-maths. Like one refuses to be human and distorted and ambiguous and contradictory and always needs to calculate the answer. Not that this is a particular land no no never dare say so. Like I am talking about a land as in a globe, like altogether and the same. If one could only admit that what we reach and what we have is a matter of coincidence, the result of a finely woven spider web with no master to direct the sense of the threads, then we would stop calculating and being mad at ourselves for doing so when we do or for not doing so when we don’t and we’d just let go.

Three and four are just an equation.

It was a long long time ago, when kings and queens and princesses built up castles in the air and it was snowing. When the people of this land started to believe in numbers and facts and objectivity and reality. The more they believed in reality, the more theirs would be blurred. Sawing till dawn, myths disappeared. Things were all clear by then, all clear and calculated and exact and science was born.

If you don’t believe in fairies and stories and dreams and thoughts and desires but all you do is believe in neat facts, crystal clear, in the things which you can have an influence upon and you can calculate, then you might as well burn your fears and hopes and snow. What you want to be is much more worth it than what you are. But remember, no master for the spider web. You are your own master.

It defines you better. Forgotten stories of childhood crying out loud to be remembered, in case you were afraid to read them. In the end, what we are, is a mixture of facts and dreams, of maths and myth, of asleep fire. Maths, myth, fire.

What defines us. I guess.