Knot After Heart Cath

Through the windows

Through the windows we could see the look of the sky, but more attenuated, it was quieter in reality. A soft blue signified the sun shines, but does not come up to me, a soft gray also, it will rain, but not me. A slight noise was the drops that fell. We welcomed them coming from afar and they do not touch. We only knew the sun is shining, the clouds pass, the rain falls. It was as if we had built a cabin away from any relationship exclusively material, all that was only contingencies land, a huge cabin, large enough to contain the few goods on land are more than the earth and the dust returns to that life, as if it had been closed sealed and filled with few possessions. In this journey through the unknown, it seemed that we were not traveling at all. It was enough to ensure, through the observation windows, the permanence of certain natural laws: the succession of day and night, the restless and fickle climate, the flow of time: we traveled on site .

Auto-da-fe , Elias Canetti.