A’s pointless chatter

I am the thought of a leaf that separates from the stem and falls to the ground. The worm eats the leaf and I am the thought of a worm, the raven eats the worm and I am the thought of a raven. The fox eats the raven and I become the thought of a fox. The fox is killed and made into a fur coat and I become a fur coat. The lady is wearing the fur coat and passionately bites her husband full of gratitude over the fur coat. I am the thought of the lady who has bitten her husband. I am the remnants of the husband who had been bitten out of passion by his wife and who is buried at the cemetery. And I am the thought of a worm who is eating the ashes of the husband who had died being bitten by his wife out of gratitude over her fur coat.
This is not the exact wording, but Enrique Moya’s poem that we listened to last night unfolds along those lines.
An interesting detail was the trilingual rendition of the same poem in Spanish, English and German. By three different people, in three different languages and with three different personalities. It made for an interesting comparison, the dramatic interpretation of the Viennese side by side with the somewhat somber and serious expression of the Venezuelan poet. The very same thing seen through the eyes of another is endowed with new meaning.
I am impressed, by this simple chain of thoughts concocted to the endless circle of thoughts and life.
We are born, we live and we die, and in a way we are reborn, philosophical and religious notions aside, just based on the simple biological fact that everything is part of nature’s endless circle of life.
This thought becomes even more interesting considering cultural phenomena of modern times that emphasize the individuality of the human being. We are not considered as much in the grand scheme of things anymore, but we are supposed to step out of the crowd. Realize our own potential, we are told that it is up to us to make a difference. Everything turns toward the ego. And yet we live side by side, we interact, even in the act of avoiding interaction and one impacts the other. Are we really that different? Do we make the difference in our own separate existence?
However much the importance of individuality and subjective achievement is pinpointed, aren’t we in the end still part of the grand circle? The worm’s thought that becomes the bird….