Letter to Ernesto Sabato and the metaphysics of everyday life by Jorge Castellón
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And what better way to start a book that his words:" Some days I wake up with a crazy hope, "you say - moments when I feel that the chances of a more humane life, are at our fingertips. This is one of those days. "It shows that literature, writing to you, and very few of his stature, is a gift to us, the best of yourself. Their best wine, the great spiritual reserve of a man who resists the century, and that this resistance has aged wisdom, to put it in the center of the table who want to be invited into an invitation is always open. I comment only his first letter, you called the small and large, you start emphasizing "the conviction that - only" spiritual values \u200b\u200bcan save us from the earthquake that threatens the human condition. " And speaking of the human condition speaks of loneliness, of alienation that people-we-experience the world of de-humanization of life. 
terrible moment, yes, we live almost hopeless. Understand me better if I tell you write from Central America., From one of the most violent and poorest in the world, land of heroes without graves, saints and cynics. A place and no forests, no birds, but full of putrid water ... but that is our home. And from this context, where one craves miracles, I am impressed even more of a statement by you deeply true, that sometimes goes unnoticed me:
"Miracle's them., Miracle is that men do not give up their values, when the salary not enough to feed their families, a miracle is that love remains and still run the river when we cut the trees of the earth. " terrible moment, yes, we live almost hopeless. Understand me better if I tell you write from Central America., From one of the most violent and poorest in the world, land of heroes without graves, saints and cynics. A place and no forests, no birds, but full of putrid water ... but that is our home. And from this context, where one craves miracles, I am impressed even more of a statement by you deeply true, that sometimes goes unnoticed me: And I wonder: how in a world like this, you can still talk about the possibility of love.? In a world where, as in the poem of Juan Gelman:
"Only hope is the sharp knees. 
bleed ... "
tells us, we have lost the ability to look and see everyday." Recalling with nostalgia and sweetness which is the same every day: "A huge street gals, ingenuous eyes on the face of an old woman, the clouds of a sunset." We called attention in his letter on an almost fatal: technological noise in the world, "takes away the desire to work on some crafts, read a book, fix something around the house while listening to music or killing," which in our case would be to enjoy a cup of coffee with friends or loved ones. bleed ... " He speaks in short, simple things that we have forgotten, that we devalued, cast into oblivion we have a deep slumber prey on small things. And we insist that you: 
"There is no other way to achieve eternity, delving into the moment, no other way to achieve universality by the very fact: today and here. And then what? We must re-evaluate the little place and the short time in which we live. "
And it's true that space and that time is "imbued with a sacred humanity of people." And you help us find the metaphysics of everyday life do not know or forget, and reminds us that those old shoes are not shoes ... are "Van Gogh, Vincent: anxiety, his anxiety, loneliness, so that they are rather self-portrait. "So what is present in all human and therefore, things, objects" are symbols that reflect deep and hidden. " And they're there to tell us something ... of those around us, and people who have left us. "There is no other way to achieve eternity, delving into the moment, no other way to achieve universality by the very fact: today and here. And then what? We must re-evaluate the little place and the short time in which we live. " discover here, without intending to, a match with his compatriots, Jorge Luis Borges and Manuel Mujica Lainez: love poetry about things, by the mystery of things, which comes from love for people and respect for time elapses through people.
Borges says
"...! many things,
Files, thresholds, atlas, cups, pins,
We serve as tacit slaves
Blind and strangely stealthy!
will last beyond our forgetfulness
not ever know that we're gone. "
But there is more to their ideas Mr. Sabato, because for you, these things, rather we refer to this, the source of the enjoyment of everyday human life ... "Because the man does with the objects as well as the soul with the body, impregnating it with their wishes and feelings ..." And so, "contact with any human work evokes in us life of another "
is why he continues, ... "To return to our home after a day exhausting work, either a table, a pair of worn shoes, a simple household lamp, are poignant symbols of a coast that we long to achieve, as a castaway who achieved landfall exhausted after a long struggle against the storm. "
So it is Hence, immediately, I understand, in everyday life, which begins this resistance against the sadness of the world, raised against hopelessness grief, that is - seems to say, in these human encounters in which we resist the de-humanization of the world we surroundings. "In the years that I have today, I can say, painfully, that whenever we lost a man, something was atrophied in us, or broken" Outside the meetings
human beings are so stunted, broken, beyond our own nature. Away, oblivious to others, and the human experience with others, we dehumanize. I remember now, a quote from Borges, which may be ours: "No love unites us, but the terror" and is precisely what happens to us, say, in my small country. Then, united by fear and atrophied, what we have become.
But his letter, I am relieved, I said great, is small. That is from the small from where we begin to radiate with our little light, the dark world of the environment. That small is the gap, "just the space you need a heartbeat to stay alive, and he can slip through the fullness of an encounter, as tides can filter large dams even more fortified. "
I am encouraged when he says, that" history is always new " And that's why, "despite the disappointments and frustrations accumulated, there is no reason to disbelieve the value of everyday gestures. Although simple and modest are the ones [] opening up a new course to the stream of life "
I am encouraged to think that every hug between brothers, each kiss from a mother to her children, every smile of a parent, every laugh from friends, every night between lovers, every hope of youth, every silence satisfied around a humble table, every dream school, every letter and word learned in school, each good in the street, every honorable struggle for a living, every prayer, every look of sympathy, give us hope for a better future "For love, as the true creative act is always the victory over evil."
With profound gratitude and admiration. June 2010
familiar healer of human anguish,