I
Humans in connection with nature,
All their actions are limited in power and size,
Nature maintains its autonomy,
Humans are one of the many.
Time is the queen
And they all accept their mortality;
Their limit and their power.
Man overcomes man,
Conquers…
Man enslaves man and nature.
he remains mortal…
ego and envy;
Man murders his brother,
his sister,
his mother and father…
burns his village and country…
sales his soul for immortality,
history.
Progress;
Man enslaves though, God and the Future,
Constructs machines out of steal, flesh and memory…
His shadow covers all life
And a turning point becomes useless.
Now the future and death are our sole companions,
How to escape the cruelty of this truth?
When we will stop running, then we will find life.
II
One runs in circles pretending he can escape the memory of his crimes. With every step made he sees another body, traces of power, traces of greed. Walking in a desert, climbing bald mountains, hoping to find shelter in the face of the irradiating sun. A desert of thought, a desert of ethics, where belief of a common future has become scarcer that water. No hope for a future outside the tyranny of the sun and the few ones that control shadow. A picture of war where all the soldiers are let to struggle, emptied of blood, amputate, hopelessly crawling over others like them. A great war with time, a cruel war with life, a war that drained all the power of its people, all treasures of their countries.
Where to go and what to believe? There is no way back and restoring the glorious past is not the solution. The man keeps walking, waiting for a better end to his story, one in which he will not be alone anymore, where he could harvest together with his fellows the fruits of life. He knows the mistakes of the past and hopes he can build on this desert a new world.
III
The dry air was burning the nostrils of the two. Nothing was there to release the pressure. The two were behind closed doors, in a small, windowless room. A quick eye contact let the patient understand the place where she finds herself. It wasn’t a normal institution, it wasn’t a rehabilitation center, at least not one that involves care and compassion for the ill. Her situation was particular and she knew that. She wasn’t sick, she knew that she had no reason to be taken there. The man that was introduced as a doctor patiently lays questions looking to trap and de-conspire the young woman. In his eyes, she was a danger for society and her ideas could dissolve the carefully constructed image of the system. He was designated with the task of steadily erasing her revolution potentiality and, if not possible, erase her existence entirely. She understood her precarious situation and the risk involved in accepting this program. She also knew that it was impossible to run, they would have found her anyway. At first, she was frightened, unwilling to cooperate but as time passed, her spirit was crushed. One day, after a panic attack she had to be sedated by the alleged doctor. It was a strange moment when she realized that they were alone in the building. No assistants, no other doctors, no nurses, she didn’t see anyone during her time there, no one except him.
IV
DOC: You fantasies are a natural reaction to the difficulties you encountered with your integration in society. We have to learn how to overcome your anxieties.
HOPE: What I have shared are possibilities.
DOC: We have to find a way to offer you a better image of the world and our roles within this system.
DOC: Sometimes I think that all this insanity will take its toll on me. Why is it so hard for so many to see the truth, the reality, why are they questioning so much when there is really nothing behind?! And even if she is right, wouldn’t it be easier to … just pretend? She would be free, free to think and believe whatever she wants.
HOPE: What I don’t understand is how you still can’t open your eyes in order to see the truth of what I am telling you… there is no point of having so much pain, so much horror when we can easily all be well just by overcoming our greed.
DOC: Human nature is…
HOPE: You see?! You and everybody else just can’t believe that. And to satisfy your status… that makes me feel depressed, I live in a continuous amazement of how easy it could be but nobody sees that…we are intelligent animals for one reason… we can evolve and reconstruct ourselves.
DOC: We have to talk about the present, not about ideals, fantasies… because no one can change the world, you can only do that by starting with yourself.
HOPE: I cannot force you to think as I do.
DOC: Only if I could understand … it’s not making any sense, perfectly healthy individuals obsessed with the idea that a utopia can be built, whereas they are one of the reasons why something like that is not possible…
DOC: Your fantasies are a natural reaction to the difficulties you encountered with your integration in society.
HOPE: Hope can be a fuel for the construction of the future in common.
DOC: This is really starting to affect me too much, I can’t become the adversary in this situation, I have to find a way to treat this madness!
HOPE: I am not the patient here. You are the one who needs help, you are the one who is running from truth, too stubborn to see that humankind has become just a market of material desires. Fooled by the so-called progress, technological advances made by and for the market while life was left to rot. When I decided to come to Earth, I thought about it more like a field research. Now, after seeing all the violence, how people live without living, pushed to compete and hate, I feel obliged to protect the future of this planet. My visions are glimpses of possible futures. Life outside exploitation, social constructions that take care of all and everything, these fantasies, as you call them, are possible. This can be called progress. Believe in my knowledge, I came from afar and even if I’m not human, I care about the future of this planet and all the life on it.
DOC: Your… fantasies are a natural reaction to the difficulties you encountered with your integration in society.
–> HOX No.03