At the top of one of the several hundred blue
mountains that rose from the ground in that
distant planet, under a night of stars and
dreams, above a sleeping city, a conversation
began to take place.
“Do you know what day it is?” A man of silver
skin and shining eyes asked without turning.
“No…” A young mind answered, one which had
been born into an eternal body, ignorant of
the millennia that preceded him, without
thinking much on the questions he was
hearing.
“Today is the day we remember the dead.” The
voice of the prehistoric man explained, his
voice resonating in the valleys between the
mountains.
“What’s that?” The gaze of the young mind
turned to the man standing with him, trying to
remember an instance in his life in which the
word was used.
“It’s the day we remember the people who
were here before us. You know… we weren’t
always made of silver, we haven’t always lived
here, in the center of the galaxy. Everything
you see here hasn’t always been… and some
of us that were, are not anymore.” The man
rose from the ground and pointed towards a
barely visible dot in the zenith. Amongst the
millions of interstellar fireflies, an almost
imperceptible light stood out in his eyes. A
yellow light, a distant light, a light so ethereal
it was almost impossible to remember the
warmth that emanated from within it. “Up
there… that’s where things die, that’s where
we must look upon, that’s where we come
from and where many stayed behind.”
“Is it Earth?” The young mind watched the
almost invisble light of the star where his
ancestors had sprouted from, where the silver
man, who stood next to him, had spent his
first years, or so they said. “Do you remember
something?” He dared to ask.
“I remember…” He said without lowering his
hand, staring at the star above his shining
finger. “I remember the crickets singing every
night. I remember the dances we would go to,
everyone was there, we laughed and we
remembered things from another past. I
remember her, her spectacular smile, her
pleasent laugh, her deep eyes and her good
soul. I remember the lush tree under which we
sat to talk for hours.”
“What’s a tree?”
And even though the man had heard the
question, he ignored it. “I don’t remember the
things we said anymore, I remember her face,
but not her voice. I remember her hair, but not
her body.” For an instant the man wanted to
smash his eternal body, for a moment he
wanted to rip his face off and cry the tears
accumulated across thousands of years. But
crying was no longer possible.
“Why do we remember them?”
“Oblivion. Oblivion is the place where things
that are forgotten go. Oblivion exists beyond
the last star of our galaxy, it exists beyond
even the borders of our universe. We can keep
defying it, we can keep believing we’ll be alive
even after everything else has disappeared. We
can pretend we are gods and that nothing will
ever end us, but end comes for us all. At the
end of all things oblivion will be waiting for us
in the darkness.”
The man of silver lowered his hand, and again
the yellow light of that ancient sun drowned
into the sea of stars. He sat back down and
after a pause he said: “We remember them to
give them back their lives… we remember so
they can walk with us in our journey, we
remember so they’ll live forever with us and so
we can postpone the oblivion that will one day
consume us… for another moment with them…
for another moment of life.”
please let's remember our lost once who have gone so far.
RIP TO MY BELOVED DAD &GRANDMA
