Now we will count to twelve and we will all keep still.
For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; let’s stop for one second, and not move our arms so much.
It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engines; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness.
Fisherman in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands.
Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing.
What I want should not be confused with total inactivity. Life is what it is about; I want no truck with death.
If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive.
Now I’ll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go.
Yesterday four of us went to see a 3D science fiction film called Avatar. A visit to the cinema is quite a rare event in my life but I don't think I have seen a 3D film since I was a child so this invitation seemed something not to miss.
Although set on a distant planet called Pandora "after the destruction of planet Earth" the film effectively conveyed the beauty and fragility of our world and the horrific destructiveness of humankind bent on exploitation. I'll not reveal the plot in case you plan to see it yourself, but the film raises many questions, not just about socio-economic issues such as the displacement of aboriginal peoples by invasive sophisticated societies equipped with ferocious weapons, but also about what it is to be a human being - or to become a person.