No matter how low or hard I hit the ground, I have always found the resources to dust myself up and get on my feet and start walking again.
One, condescendingly, might think has been through enough to state “sure, it’s easy for you to say, you don’t know what pain/sufferance is all about”.
Just because your pain is different, it doesn’t mean is lesser or smaller or bigger. Pain is pain. Full stop. For the one that lives through it, either he loses someone to cancer, or he sees his daughter being slaughtered and raped with a gun barrel in some African country, or divorces and goes through a war, pain is pain. No one has the right to measure the amount of pain you are going through. Your pain is yours and yours only. In spite of all this human drama, however, I have witnessed with amazed interest how people are able to regenerate and create themselves permanently, like perfect dynamos.
A dynamo is another name for an electrical generator that produces direct current with the use of a commutator or, by extent, a forceful and energetic individual. In history, this concept of dynamism or self regeneration was found as the Phoenix bird or the Eternal Return.
Personally, the latter definition has been interested me for quite a while, every since I have come across Mircea Eliade and his famous History of Religious Ideas and the Myth of The Eternal Return. This myth basically states that the universe is limited in extent and has no starting or ending and the number of possible changes is finite, so sooner or later the same state will recur. If this theory is true, then we are doomed to repeat ourselves and our mistakes, as long as time is viewed as being cyclic and not linear, as we hope it is. Meaning, not only that all our mistakes will be repeated again and again, but all our pains, tears and tragedies will be relived endlessly.
If Peter Lynds and Ouroboros legend were right and the universe is a cycle which repeats itself an infinite number of times, we are pretty much FUBARED.
Also all our laughter, joys, good moments, the instants when our baby smiled at us for the first time, the moment we kissed our beloved for the first and last time, the moment we held his/her hand for the first or last time will be repeated. If we are a real dynamo, and we are doomed to be captive in the same temporary circle, then we have another chance to relive our happiness as well.
We are condemned to be happy.
