December 6th, 2008 at 02:56am
Scroll down to the bottom of the post and read just the last sentence, it's all you need to know. The rest is all ... pointless words.
:cute:
tears?
I do love questions that need no answer. Maybe all questions need no answer. I can't remember now, but I am sure that someone -Socrates I think- said that to philosophize means to put the right questions. Or something along the lines.
When I ruled the world, huh? I am under the impression that I will get tangled into the endless spiral of quoting what other people said about other things. >_> Nonetheless I do hope you will forgive me.
When I. But who are you? I am I. But interesting enough the story is not writing in a first person POV, not at all, it's writing in a very distant 3rd person one. I is not one of the characters, not directly anyway. I is I. I is the story teller and the story. I is the word. Logos. I will try to resist the temptation of quoting John's gospel now.
The word rules the world, the story. Well it used to.
Or maybe.... maybe I isn't the word and I'm looking at it from a too ''intellectual'' point of view. Maybe I is just Love. When Love ruled the world, people loved, and now that it doesn't people hate and cry and hurt each other. When I ruled the world, and it is so strange that we know not how the world looked like when I ruled the world, but only how ugly it looks now.
Or maybe, an other maybe. I could be just I, a first person pronoun. Ego. Ece homo. That I could not stop saying, even if it has nothing to do with Ego or the story, because in a way it has. Look this is me, this is being human, this is not being in love. Or being in love.
You see your story has troubled me a great great deal. I can't seem to find the meaning of the title. I wonder what will I do when more chapters will be added -I do hope more will come. Two nameless me and yous, he and shes. What makes them special? Nothing, nothing at all. What makes their story special? Nothing, nothing at all. Only the fact that they are the mirror of a world out of control.
Now, my incredibly long and pointless rant that involves Frida Kahlo, the 1848 French revolution and Coldplay.
Viva la Vida is the title of a painting by Frida Kahlo -amazing Mexican painter, talented beyond measure.
Now the silly silly silly Coldplay individuals, who so carelessly declared that lovely Frida Kahlo went through a lot of shit, of course, and then she started a big painting in her house that said 'Viva la Vida', obviously know very little about art. -gaah- I am not even going to mention the fact that they put the -freaking- Liberte painting on their front cover -even made it completely ugly by adding horrible looking white letters on top of it. Needless to say that Frida had as much to do with the French Revolution as Coldplay did.
Now that's not the point of my comment, but I -as a silly little frustrated Frida Kahlo teenie- had to say that. To see what the painting is really about -and oh I should give a link to a proper-sized copy of it, look here- I believe you do need to understand how Frida painted. She did not paint the picture just because ''she went through some shit''. -cough- She painted mainly still lives and self-portraits. But Frida Kahlo still lives are not usual paintings, they express something beyond just dead beauty. She was unable to have children, so on many occasions her paintings of fruits and flowers represent the much wanted fertility. Other times the flowers are dying and they represent death. Viva la Vida was one of her last paintings though. When she knew that she had almost no chance to survive life. Actually she added the Viva la Vida notation eight days before she died.
It was as if she finally understood. Viva la Vida. Long live life. Because as long as you live and cherish life, everything's okay. Going is okay too. Her last journal entry also reads I hope the exist is joyful... and I hope never to return. Also if you look at the painting, the part where the watermelons are still whole, still alive is darker, there's a dark shade of blue behind it. But the part with the ''dead'' watermelons is full of light.
Her last painting and her last words, I believe I'm almost in tears, it might be because of the story or the fact that even if I look at this painting and many other so many times before, I never noticed it. Viva la Vida, what better last words could they be? What better way to go could you imagine?
Oh dearest friend I apologize. I've rambled -way- too much about this painting. I have no idea why, maybe just because I love its author -just as much as I love the author of the story- or maybe because I was meant to. I'll never know.
O_O
Yet again, I ended up talking about something that has absolutely nothing to do with the topic of the discussion. I do remember wanting to ramble something about primordial love and Adam and Eve but I think I'll leave that for some other comment, some other story.
I did love it enormously.
it is really really good