Saint Exupéry, being an aviator, saw the world higher, closer. Send a message: How many friends do we keep at the end of each trip, of each life? Very few. Nietzsche alerts us in his work Aurora: “Knowing means getting out of the way to observe slowly”. We go through life with an agonizing speed where “time is money” already aware of it we only appreciate what is useful to us -sic-. Friendship, the real value of human relationships, What is it know, it takes time if we want to consolidate them. Great friends are who we build with intimacy, family ties. And those ties of domestication, captivationThey are affection, brotherhood, disinterested gesture, “useless” detachment [que no tiene valor material]. Tame, captivate… It is to assure, it is to validate, it is to reaffirm a bond through the will to share happiness.
A captivating fox
When the little prince with suspicion and fear approached the fox, he said: ”- My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens, men hunt me. All chickens look alike, and all men look alike. I feel a bit bored. But if you tame me, my life will be enlightened… I will meet a footstep noise that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of the den, like a musician. And besides, look! Do you see, over there, the wheat fields? I do not eat bread. Wheat is useless to me. Wheat fields remind me of nothing. And that’s sad! But you have hair the color of gold. Then it will be wonderful when you have tamed me! Wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I will like the noise of the wind in the wheat … “
To tame is to turn the indifferent to gold. Is to make the useless “Breeze on the wheat.” For a country it is vital to preserve that family sense that is to see the horizon and feel the aroma, texture, seasoning and light of our land. To destroy those ties is to destroy the sense of belonging for our people. Totalitarianism bores because their pazos imprison us in our burrows … You only know what you tame said the fox. “Men no longer have time to know anything. They buy ready-made things from merchants. But since there are no merchants of friends, men have no more friends. If you want a friend, tame me! [cautívame]”. Has anyone captivated us in Venezuela?
Culture, the book and the human race
Culture is the golden instrument for building identity ties. Montesquieu gives it a universal touch. “If something affects my family I throw it out of my mind; if something affects my country I forget it, and if it affects Europe, I will consider it criminal “. It is cultural diversity that ignites the interest in getting to know each other better. The wonder of the human race is its intelligence, its shared knowledge, which has been perfected over centuries. slowly. That is why we do not hunt each other like chickens but we build domestic relationships.
“-It would have been better to return at the same time–Said the fox–If you come, for example, at four in the afternoon, from three o’clock I will begin to be happy. The later the hour, the happier I will feel. When four o’clock arrives, I will become agitated and restless; I will discover the price of happiness! But if you come at any time, I will never know what time to prepare my heart “ What an illusion to wait for a friend … That is why it is good that there are rites, agreed the fox. What is a rite? –Said the little prince. “It is also something too forgotten. It is what makes one day different from the other days, one hour from the other hours. My hunters, for example, have a rite. On Thursday they dance with the village girls. So, Thursday is a wonderful day! I’ll walk down to the vineyard. If the hunters danced at any moment, every day they would be alike and I would not have a vacation ”.
García Lorca in the speech given at the inauguration of the Library of his hometown Fuente Vaqueros [1931]. “Not only of bread the man lives. If I were hungry and helpless in the street, I would not ask for bread; Instead, he would ask for half a loaf and a book. And I attack from here violently those who only speak of economic demands without ever naming the cultural demands, which is what the people are crying out for … “ Victor Hugo had said this before when he said that the true bread of the human race is education, culture, knowledge, the center of inspiration of the universe that is freedom. And it is friendship that makes the knowledge …
We lost the horizon, but …
They snatched our culture from our roots, which is music that captivates us and makes us build friends. The challenge is come out of our burrows… Although the footsteps of our hunters persist. The memory of the country lived – among friends – is the reason that matters.
@ovierablanco Ambassador (designated) of Venezuela in Canada
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