On the yellow lights and burning suns

Pedes­tri­ans must wait for the white cross­walk sig­nal at the inter­sec­tion near my work­place. Cars, mean­while, turn with the free­dom that the green light gives them. When the light turns yel­low, pedes­tri­ans hold their breath. Some of them had already stepped into the street, but they were wrong to go too fast because the motorists do not slow down. When the light final­ly turns red, it is not uncom­mon to see peo­ple hur­ry to press the gas ped­al not to miss the turn.

It’s always the same thing, real­ly. There are always peo­ple who break the rules, go the extra mile, and take their chances, ignor­ing the basic rules of caution.

I have learned not to trust the illu­mi­nat­ed white man’s per­mis­sion to cross the street. I wait a few more sec­onds, ensur­ing the human arche­types behind their wheel get the message.

Is this any dif­fer­ent from any­thing else on Earth ? Has cli­mate change already turned yel­low ? Nev­er mind, we’re putting on weight. Do we gain weight ? Maybe after this fat­ty meal, we will think about stop­ping stuff­ing our­selves ? And what about this virus that is already mak­ing us sweat ? Why not wait a lit­tle longer, take our chances, have fun with the hopes that the dev­il is breath­ing down our necks ?

It will always be too late, one day. Still, our species will do as it has done since Nature endowed it with an inevitable desire for con­quest and adven­ture. The yel­low light has nev­er real­ly scared us. Per­haps it allows the wis­est or the most fear­ful to sur­vive, but glo­ry is the pre­rog­a­tive of the bold. It’s almost in our DNA.

All the same. Is it indis­pens­able to take pride in our eter­nal ado­les­cence ? It’s a dif­fi­cult ques­tion. I under­stand the adven­ture, the insis­tence on liv­ing. We are, after all, only naive Icarus. Poets have been singing for ages about the trag­ic fate of the black light burn­ing our wings.

A lit­tle more, I would be the apos­tle of all trans­gres­sions. Our free­dom is built, how­ev­er, by strength­en­ing the life around us. There is a way to sing with­out break­ing ears. There is a way to love with­out hav­ing to hate and think of oth­ers because oth­ers will think well of us. We can dance by learn­ing how to avoid wounds as much as pos­si­ble. We can approach the sun by pro­tect­ing our eyes.

The reck­less fools obvi­ous­ly remain fools. They can’t see fur­ther than the end of their nose, and breath­ing a larg­er air does not occur to them. They are blind peo­ple who drift like drunk­ards who have lost their inhibitions.

Am I wise or fear­ful ? I can under­stand Pla­to, who want­ed to make philoso­phers the guardians of the king­dom. His­to­ry has shown us that this is an illu­sion. Even if wise men were to get angry more often, they would not stop feel­ing guilty for want­i­ng to impose their cer­tain­ties. It is not uncom­mon for them to hur­ry to move on.

I leave it to Real­i­ty because it is eter­nal, and its indif­fer­ence is the mea­sure of our unaware­ness. I, sit­ting on the floor of the uni­verse, open my eyes to the stars. Is there some­where near a star turned red, intel­li­gent beings who still don’t care about the colour of their sun ?



  • Donald Lévesque

    Donald Lévesque %2022/%04/%02 %08:%Apr 0

    Tu écris toujours aussi bien. Content de lire que tu vas bien. Bonne journée Guy !