NOTES FOR A SHIPWRECK: WHERE JOURNEY IS THE HAVEN
notes for a shipwreck: where journey is the haven
ould you be willing to skip an overcrowded bus to catch a few minutes later the next one, and then going to get your paid seating accommodation? How long ago is the time when who was going to compare the known to the unknown, familiar to stranger, in continous opportunity for personal growth – and to do that was willing to take risks – was usually be named “tourist”. Nowadays, is more usual to run across a multitude moving from a departure to a destination point in the space. Migration, is obviously a separate matter. I’m talking about who cares about starting and arriving, with the slightest interest in “the way”; so that he wants this happens as quickly as possible. For these people, crowded narrow spaces and beaten paths are usual universe; people interested in the way instead, know particular doors open to varied echoes of fascinating distant worlds, even deep into these seemingly empty spaces. Anyway migrations may also be not invasive. That’s the case of human geography, where maps are the window to the soul. Human being goes drawing the world, spends all his time populating space with images; images of anything to draw. And at the end of his journey he finds out the accurate drawing unveils the image of his face. … The power of images to reveal our own essence and its relationship with the space around. An evasive suggestion from little covered territories.
tourist: the word been lost
Tourist once was, is now traveller instead. So, we mind wearing headphones for our smartphones, but lost antennas to reach and keep tuned on something should we care about. Our daily life is crossed by countless overloading data, in bad case sometimes useless sometimes harmful; in a sort of overall picture, seemingly reassuring and safeguarded. On the contrary, it’s likely that we’re an object of prey to something we just don’t see it, in an augmented or twisted reality. Without awareness of “the way”, it’s like we’re sheltered for sure, but in a palace under siege. Humanism of Vitruvian Man expressed a universe established on centripetal motion, towards a single centre: Art and Science all of a piece in human, a word seems to being deeply transformed. What’s staring us right now in the face seems to be something opposite. Many kinds of centres in a centrifugal motion away from human. That was the future designed in the past, is this the future scheduled by the present? We’re all virtually connected in a real stand-alone erratic placement, and the a. i. cyber robot is just running up in place of our legs. … Will the upcoming society be proud to express competent persons for a well-balanced progress that creates wealth instead of unhealthy frustration, whatever they might be artists or scientists, in place of basically mere executives of technology? We may run the risk of being part of crowd, a crowd made of people, people’s persons alone? Web can trap in the net. We’re pleased to stay on a stage, be it a beach, a square or the web, standing alone or in the crowd; as a sum of individual rationalities or expression of a collective soul willing to define identities often denied. Thousand minds doesn’t count a single one, and everytime potentially in a position to be addressed by that one of a single, that single able to mingle in the fray. Perhaps it’s a matter of perspective so that we’re not given to see what’s far less obvious. If we were going to raise up the edge of our horizon, probably we would realize otherwise. Usually we're fondly being led to believe that things of the past, moreover related to mythology, have nothing to do with modernity and reality. We usually do that without taking into account the immutable human nature, and that those ones haven’t been anything but a transfer of everyday life. Every example of superman such as Ulysses and his companions, his father Laertes and the Argonauts, ... was first among equals. Everyone was in the company for the challenges; as like as in a solitude fortress standing when something is strongly placed to question they were and we’re called upon to decide for. This is the place where Superman went to be alone. This really is the situation where human being founds himself facing a choice to be taken. Everyone of us is Superman in that. Achievements in the field of art and philosophy in ancient Greece led to flowering of society. This is history and was a fact particularly in the case of that universe that experienced a long period of stable peace and prosperity; in place of incoming immigration wave, colonial expansion indeed and culminating in the Hellenism, the first expression of globalization in the world. So, Athens started paying attention to the islands and Peloponnese to those territories would becoming the Magna Graecia. Then, it was all a multiplication of towns and temples ever since; witnesses of some of the most leading philosophers, artists and architects engaging in. It’s funny to find out how, for example, metopa in the frieze of a temple was the ancient display of figurative storytelling. In the Amazon frieze from the mausoleum at Halicarnassus, movement as human category consisting in space-time relationship, in a whole speech made of coordinate sentences, was being eternalized. Now is the time of different taking hold kind of Amazon and new-coming “philosophers”. They are telling us about somewhat stories, so to speak, ... whether they are made of fast or slow food. Isn't that what camouflage is about? Maybe is there something other than a matter of culture, is it likely to have more to do with something to be spent in a fraction of time? An “arbiter elegantiae” would not be misunderstood with a dandy, a master of ceremonies or a refined speaker; at least in the original statement. Would someone be accounted “talent” being an influencer? Such a kind society is that one considers a badge of honor having leverage over. Would you prefer being a valued person or playing an important role? The Pied Piper is always at the doorstep; so, the morals gives way to moralism and proper and new superstitions, duplicities and servitudes are going to get ahead. The essence of things does not match the name we are giving to those ones. Very probably beauty relates to ethics much longer than it is to aesthetics. ... Where we escape from? Where we get together? What’s the matter with anything lasting more than a fleeting departure or a mere arrival?