Just like spilling some water by accident, it is these unpredictable things that sometimes add meaning - the kairos.
Decades ago Raimund Stecker was talking about two kinds of art. First the art that draws its importance from art history, a sort evolutionary art, and secondly an art he termed "authentic". Now I was having great troubles with this word because what is truly authentic anyway, but then of all people an actor made me understand ;): Something that cannot be repeated.
We ought to believe that there is something that makes us all the same, that the things humanity has in common are much more important than the differences. And once we've realised this we should be able to finally celebrate and appreciate the differences, for these differences could be the means to make this life a wonderful and beautiful experience.
"You, me, them, everybody, everybody!"
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even or especially the representatives of Illinois' law enforcement community
Seriously, I sincerely hope and pray that there will be always people standing up against chauvinist hateful generalisations that will only serve to drive us apart.
There is this wonderful guy from Australia, who recorded a record in his friends' bedrooms and when I heard his "Coming Home" on Studio Brussel I knew I had to get a copy of his album.
Here you've got these wonderful songs about love and a couple of years later this guy gets famous and it's a song about splitting up and splitting up in a really ugly way ;).
"...Be what it is,
The Action of my life is like it, which I'll keep if but for sympathy."
is taken from Shakespeare's play Cymbeline, probably my favourite one because it is so unexpected, unforeseeable, redemptive, full of wonder. This line refers to a book Posthumus, one of the main characters, has been given while in prison. This book somehow contains his fate and it basically tells him that soon his miseries will end. "then shall Posthumus end his miseries".
Once I told an American friend about the play and that I loved it, and to please me he got an audio version from his local library. The outcome was he did not get it, the two interwoven stories puzzled him and he especially mentioned Posthumus' book. For him all suspense was gone because in his mind it foretold the happy ending. To which I replied that to "end one's miseries" does not necessarily mean to live happily ever after, but it could also mean something very darker, especially at a moment when Posthumus has already set his mind and actions into this contrary direction, to indeed end his miseries forever and for good. He's repenting a mistake he basically lacks the power to undo. And he will still get much more miserable in the further course of events.
I love this sinnerman though. And especially because he is not hiding but forced to expose his evil deeds very publicly, his initial and greatest wrong being a wager ;).
Much more than a dawn of justice, it's the dawn of mercy.