Όταν ζήτησε, επιτακτικά, για πολλοστή φορά, να βρω
τις λέξεις που να αποδίδουν την σχέση μας σκέφτηκα, σιωπηλά, "that was a desperate love of two lovers in times of despair", ώστε να μην πιστέψουμε
πως θα ήταν δυνατό να ζήσουμε κάτι περισσότερο από αλησμόνητες ολονυχτίες πόθου
και έρωτα σε ένα μικρό διαμέρισμα στον τρίτο όροφο μιας πολυκατοικίας των
Εξαρχείων, γιατρικό, συχνά placebo, στην γενική απαισιοδοξία της
εποχής, και την δική μας -έστω ήπια- απελπισία, δεν ανέφερα πως είχα νοιώσει
πως είχα αγγίξει την ψυχή της, σκέψη ανορθολογική, ανάλογης έλλειψης βαρύτητας
με την δική της όταν ένοιωσε «κάτι μεταφυσικό»,
η ψευδαισθητική ισχύς του έρωτα μας είχε υποβάλλει
εξίσου·
- "on the dialogue of Plato’s Symposium, Aristophanes expounds his theory of love: ‘when therefore a man meets the one who is his other half, the feeling of tenderness, trust, and love with which they are gripped is a miracle; they no longer want to be apart, even for an instant, and this way people spend all their lives together, without being able moreover to say what they expect from one another; for it does not appear to be uniquely the pleasure of the senses that makes them find so much charm in the company of the other;’
I remembered what happened next: Hephaestus the blacksmith appeared to the two mortals while they were sleeping together, proposing to melt them and weld them together, ‘so that from two they become only one, and that after their death, down there, in Hades, they will no longer be two, but one, having died a common death,’ I remembered especially the final sentences: ‘and the reason for this is that our former nature was such that we formed a complete whole, it is the desire and pursuit of this whole that is called love;’ it was this book that had intoxicated Western mankind, then mankind as a whole, which had inspired in it disgust at its condition of a rational animal, which had engendered in it a dream that it had taken two millennia to try and rid itself of, without completely succeeding;
Christianity itself, St. Paul himself, had been unable to resist bowing before this force: ‘two will become one flesh; this mystery is great, I proclaim it, in relation to Christ and the Church;’ right up until the last human life stories, one could detect an incurable nostalgia for it."[1]
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