When we want to give expression to a dramatic situation in our lives, we
tend to use metaphors of heaviness. We say that something has become a
great burden to us. We either bear the burden or fail and go down with
it, we struggle with it, win or lose. And Sabina - what had come over
her? Nothing. She had left a man because she felt like leaving him. Had
he persecuted her? Had he tried to take revenge on her? No. Her drama
was a drama not of heaviness but of lightness. What fell to her lot was
not the burden, but the unbearable lightness of being.
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
A most intent look from the dog... Nice shot.
ReplyDeleteThere are many of us, I think, whose lives could easily be written in as periphery characters in a novel such as this -- perhaps, even as the main players.
ReplyDeleteI am curious where this post came from, how it came to be .... I mean, the photograph and the novel, why they are together and why now, a week before Christmas? I suppose I look for riddles where there is none, but it is something for me to ponder as winter winds and snow surround me.
¡Feliz Navidad para ti, tu familia y todos tus amigos!
ReplyDeleteQue todos tus deseos se cumplan. Felices fiestas.
Un abrazo desde Salamanca.
Craciun fericit!
ReplyDeletePetreceri frumoase de sfarsit de an!
La Multi Ani cu sanatate, bucurii, impliniri!