“and everything burned in blue, everything a star”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
Life is a spark – a flame traveling along a long fuse. The spark can’t see very far ahead. Until right before the very end it doesn’t have any idea of how much fuse is in front of it – only how long is the trail of ashes left behind.
The process of life is burning the hopes and dreams of the future – burning a raw fuse and leaving behind the ashes of memories. Hopes and dreams converted into memories. A one-way process… inevitable. This is the tragedy of the world. How much would we give if we could do the opposite? Convert memories into hopes and dreams. It’s impossible.
And what happens at the end? The fuse doesn’t know. Only that the spark will go out.