The wings of the past
‘Flying’. What a beautiful word. Just a century ago, incredible as it seems, it was related to dreams, birds mental journeys expressed in thoughts on paper, or the fertile imagination of those unaccustomed to receiving any news outside art, literature and folk tales, while today it means nothing less than physical transfer of individuals from one side of the planet to the other. What I find most curious is the stress and intense irritation many of us feel at airports. Can you imagine someone in the future grumbling because they have to wait an hour for teletransportation? Our vain sense of superiority as a species robs us of our capacity for surprise, for admiration of all we have created and our minds have managed to attain. It’s quite a challenge to allow our fears to take flight, and start to feel there’s something infinite beyond the obligatory stimuli and the incessant flow of vetted information we swallow up today. What has become of metaphysics and language? What became of those...