stranger

"The Stranger" was the book I enjoyed reading the most lately. I'd read it before, too many years ago, when life was through books. Having lived the sensuous outside, "The Stranger" comes with more vivid colors, its paradoxes more accute, its influence more positive (I hope). It's interesting to see how we can now be free, how it just took a few for liberation. Even more interesting is how freedom of thought is such a painful experience that most people reject, and I mean atheism. Mersault is a character I'm disgusted by for his indifference but he's also myself: I owe my beliefs to Mersault more than I owe the bible. Somehow, fifty years later, there is a possible middle way for the absurd/existencialist man: he knows he will die alone but, every now and then, he's still able to reach through. We're island people.

Note: I wonder what went through Michelangelo's mind when he had the ideia for the touching fingers. Adam's Creation is now revised. The spark of life is no longer, but the spark of awareness (E.T.). "Hey, I think I nailed it!" And, one musing follows another, the backgroung behind "God" is the correct anatomically accurate shape of a human brain but also of an uterus, the green cloth standing for the umbilical cord. There was never any god at all was there...