THE NEW WORLD

by Roberto Sironi

Leaving one’s memories, and above all one’s history to enter another existential narrative is an exercise of great intellectual courage and it doesn’t matter if you are poor or not, the important thing is that once you have left for another “ world “our sentimental longitudes will inexorably become sentimental solitudes and all that was knowledge for us, suddenly, will turn into an immense universe in which we will have to navigate by sight without the faintest idea of space and its temporal evolution!

Other smells, other languages, other loves, other food, other gods

Our cognitive latitudes will lose the sense of distance and we will find ourselves, alone and strangers, on an unknown planet, in a new humanity not well identified!

On this unusual and different stage, in what will be a new comedy, perhaps a tragedy, a melodrama, or finally the real film of our life, we will have to play another part, another character, with other habits, other attitudes ... we will find catapulted into other existential arrangements and inevitably we will have to renegotiate our contract with dreams, because they too will undergo a natural, primary and necessary revision! They too will have to revise the script, correct it, reinvent it!

Our tropic, with its parallels of lived life, corresponding to the angle of inclination of our customs, traditions, customs and habits, will change its position with respect to the perpendicular of the plane of our reality, and from that moment on we will become clandestine of life, in our life and in that of others!

As in a transhumance, we too, flock on the natural paths of our dreamlike, fantastic and enchanted convictions, will migrate with our sensations to other places of thought, to other regions of the psyche to discover other opportunities, to other pertinences of reality, to a another planet on which to look for new appearances, features, shapes and forms of new existences!

And here it is the “New World”, with its colors, its accents, its laws, its facts and its misdeeds in the most phantasmagoric of universes! It is there, right in front of us that we arrived with bare feet, with a boat in a sea of doubts, with our scars of ancient wounds, hidden in the shadows of a truck with our illusions, in the dark and deep intestines of a ship or with the latest spacious and space shuttle at the speed of light that has never illuminated anything! Here it is that “world” in front of us who have traveled among stormy despair and deserted hopes, impetuous rebellions and desolating defeats, libertarian aspirations and broken promises ...

We who arrived with an old and worn suitcase worthy of an actor who came from a peripheral marginalization , full of junk, bagatelle of words, a couple of old photographs and in a corner, still wrapped in a newspaper page, the familiar and never forgotten smell of our home! We who have come this far with our hard skin, sunburned and parched by the atavistic thirst for unfulfilled desires on which bruises of injustice and scars of forgotten hypocrisy, will make a fine show of our lost and embarrassing reality!

Here it is the “New world”, the new jungle, with its beasts and its traps that will welcome us with its gaping jaws and its cement, its oil and its lights, its illusions and its progress ... Here they are mirages and allurements, the chimeras and utopias that will make us cannon fodder for new wars with other worlds, new philosophical constructions for other walls, new diseases for other sciences and tempting ideologies to celebrate the latest, sensational and extraordinary economic news of the thought…

Forgetting your memory is a bit like leaving your past in an uncertain present to chase an unknown future, moment by moment, memory after memory ...

“Humanism” or “Inhumanism”, this is the dilemma! ... If it is nobler in life to flee from something, to escape from someone ... Or perhaps dream?

Dying or sleeping will no longer make any difference, it will always be us, wanderers in destiny, nomads in fate, strays in fate or out of necessity, wandering in fate and wandering in the future! It will always be us, always the same, always the usual adventurers without adventure, poets without poetry, artists without art, tired travelers aimless and ageless, existential emigrants without any humanistically ascertained direction on the path of life!