One can make conjectures about emulation all one wants, or invent conspiracy theories – wouldn’t it be easier to give full credit to them? – to fill a void in acknowledging the other. But we didn’t know the other. That’s the fact. We did not. Did we? Whatever the diverse reasons behind an individual choice, the impotence of definition is what we have left. In our hands there’s no power of comprehension. The letting go is just a false guess. That is probably not the aspect that’s meant to be sought. That’s just about cleansing our conscience of the sense of guilt for having gotten all wrong, for days, months, maybe years. It’s not our fault, not necessarily. Taking care of oneself and trying to figure that out is a draining occupation already. And to pretend to take care of another or to get to know another before having the faintest idea about one’s own self is the root of all hypocrisies. All the idle talk, the vivid reconstructions – on the basis, of what? -, the glorifying or the condemning, all that is in the flesh of the living, not in the composure of the dead.
Day: March 25, 2009
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The rabid rabbit robbed a robber. By Micky
So I found this message about a rabid rabbit that robbed a robber. The where or when or why were not part of it. From what I gathered the rabbit was an afflicted creature whose health was ruined by a lethal or semilethal disease. Nobody can tell if the rabbit died of rabies or got better after some time the robbery took place. I prefer to think he fully or partially recovered. Anyway, this rabbit’s remaining days were very likely spent in prison. Maybe the rabbit was fighting the private battle against illness before these facts and had to turn to felony to beat it, or at least to offer convincing demonstration of his attempt to the world. It’s a dreadful story of crime all condensed in a single poignant line. A line filled with evocative alliterations. All those labial and dental consonants have to mean something. They express the violence of the assault, the clash, the battling. A lot of speculations followed in my mind. What is that lead the rabbit to commit the mischief? Did he rob that robber before or after a previous imprisonment? What happened to the robbed robber? Did he choose another career or just robbed somebody else, maybe another robber? Did he rob the rabbit back to save his honor? Did the rabbit kill the robber after that? Did he commit suicide? Did he infect the robber with rabies and they both died? Was the line written as a mysterious admonition or is it just general knowledge? What was this Micky to prove with it? A talent at tongue twisters? Is it a social commentary about miserables turning one against the other? Does it support a dislike for rabbits and robbers as the lowest step in the evolution of civilization?