Memini Meminisse

[Cristina1900]

That day I entered the corpse’s room. As it is customary, the mirror was covered. But I thought to myself: here are so many other yet uncovered mirrors, the eyes of those staying at wake are opened and in each eye you can find the neighbors’ eyes mirrored. Sometimes a teardrop mirrors itself the image of funeral candles. Mirrors are endless, they grow one within the other, like deep wells inside other wells. Other things have precise borders in space, I can see there is an edge of the rain, an edge of my voice or an edge of the hearing of those who listen to me. If those people wanted to hide all mirrors in the room they should have entered there blindfolded.

And what is time? Does it have a border like all the rest? How much does it take until the light reaches the mirror and comes back to my eye? Do I see my future or my past? Do I really exist or I exist only as far as my senses are processed in some amount of time by my brain’s utilities? People break mirrors or they break up time in tiny pieces that resonate like the clock ticking in their ears or like objects through the touch sense for the deaf. Did you know that hearing is considered to be the last sense lost before parting from this world? But the dead one, once he had lost all his senses, does he live now only in the living memory? Could it be true that our life is only memini meminisse? And is it memory itself a mere mirror? In our brain there is an area named Ammon’s Horn, with significance for the consolidation of human memory. Its name is a reminder of the sun god Amun-Ra, identified subsequently with Zeus for the Greeks, an antique source for a partly monotheist vision of the universe. Since we appear in this world we are prisoners of centennial memories, because the human embryo evolves through different stages, similar to some characteristics found in different other adult beings, from amphibians to primates.

Meanwhile, people gather round the coffin, touching each other and singing the song of the eternal peace and remembrance. It is the circle of senses of those alive close to the departed one, the circle of hearts pumping warm blood, the circle that is still pulsating and alive. I believe that eternity exists, and the moment is only an illusion.

[sparky21737]

I liked the questioning nature of this piece. Exploring what it means to live and to die, how time interelates to everything and the purpose of memories in life. I loved the use of mirrors and reflections throughout this piece, it was especially good. Loved everything about this piece, thanks for sharing

Sparky

[dwells]

Interesting thoughts, poetically poised in an extended metaphor of mirrors Cristina. We all ponder our existence and the meaning of life and I'll not dispute another's theory since we'll likely find out for sure eventually - unless it's an on-going mystery maybe? Cheers! - Dan
Circles within circles was perfect too!

[Cristina1900]

Thanks Sparky and Dwells! Of course it is not a theory, it is a questioning. I am happy that you liked it.

[allmirth]

I always savor a good questioning piece. Love the ideas in this. Thinking about how the brain works always leaves me awestruck. You left this reader with much to ponder and I am mirthful for that. So glad to find this in the spotlight. Congratulations.

Thanks much for sharing.
Mirthy