Tuesday, December 30, 2014
snow, 2 birds, Sisyphus
Snow and more snow –
Flake by flake, the world sinks into black and white.
For the end of this year, winter decided to embrace the regions here in white: since Sunday, it is snowing. It's always stunning to see how everything looks so different in snow. And how the birds just keep living with it. (Apart from those who migrated in autumn).
Looking out of the window, I saw the crow land on the top of a tree, and tried a photo. Which then lead to the smallstone. And another bird moment: when the crow finally left the tree, it took just a minute for another bird to appear:
From present snow to past snow - later, while clearing the walkway once more, I remembered the snow flash story I once wrote:
She clears the snow, once more. Her shoes are drained already, her arms are tired. The snow keeps falling since days. She tries to see it as just what it is: a structure of H2O. Strings of molecules, the base of life.
“The rain that falls, the water we drink, it’s the same water that was home to the first fish, that quenched the thirst of the first mammals,” a scientist explained on TV.
She imagines them, all those drops of water that keep moving through time, in different states of being, once being a river, once a cup of coffee, once being used for the laundry, and then falling again, as rain, as snow. The circular thought brings on images of the streets of laundry she has ironed in her life, of the armies of dishes she has washed, of all those days she has woken up to, to fall asleep again at their end.
She keeps clearing the snow, and can’t help it: her thoughts are with Sisyphus now, and she tries to see him, again, as a happy person.
The line about Siysphus as a happy person is a Camus quote, btw. I still remember when I heard it first, during a philosophical evening at the library, And thanks to Wiki, here's the sum of it:
"Camus presents Sisyphus's ceaseless and pointless toil as a metaphor for modern lives spent working at futile jobs in factories and offices.. and claims that when Sisyphus acknowledges the futility of his task and the certainty of his fate, he is freed to realize the absurdity of his situation and to reach a state of contented acceptance. With a nod to the similarly cursed Greek hero Oedipus, Camus concludes that "all is well," indeed, that "One must imagine Sisyphus happy."
(The Myth of Sisyphus)