Rafael Barret "The Effort"

The Effort

Life is a weapon. ¿Where to hurt, over what obstacle fray our muscles, of what summit hang our wishes? ¿Will it be better to expend ourselves of a sudden and die the ardent death of the bullet smashed against the wall or age in the endless road and survive hope? The forces that destiny forgot an instant in our hands are forces of tempest. For someone who has the eyes open and the ear on guard, for whom has incorporated once over the flesh, the reality is anguish. Wailings of agony and clamors of triumph call us in the night. Our passions, like an impatient pack of dogs, sniff the danger and glory. We guess ourselves masters of the impossible and our avid spirit gets torn.

Set foot in the virgin beach, shake the wondrous that sleeps, feel the gust of the unknown, the thrill of a new form: Here is the necessary. Better the horrible than the old. Better deform than repeat. Prior destroy than copy. Come the monsters if they are young. The evil is what we go leaving behind us. The beauty is the mystery that is born. And that sublime fact, the advent of what never existed, must be verified in the depths of our being. One minute Gods, what do we care about the martyrdoms of the journey, what does it matter the black outcome if we can answer to the nature: -¡You didn’t create me in vain!

It’s necessary that man looks at himself and say: -I am a tool. Let us bring to our soul the familiar feeling of the silent work, and let’s admire in it the loveliness of the world. We are a medium, yes, but the end is great. We are fugitive sparks of a prodigious fire. The majesty of the universe shines over us, and turns sacred our humble effort. However little we are, we will be all if we give ourselves entirely. We have come out of the shadows to sear in the flame; we have appeared to distribute our substance and ennoble the things. Our mission is to seed the pieces of our body and our intelligence; Open our guts so that our genius and our blood circulate around the earth. We exist as we give. Deny ourselves is to vanish ignominiously. We are a promise; the vehicle of unfathomable intentions. We live for our fruits; the only crime is sterility.

Our effort gets linked to the innumerable efforts of the space and time, and gets identified with the universal effort. Our scream echoes through the fields without limit. When moving we make the stars tremble. Not one atom, not one idea gets lost in eternity. We are brothers of the stones of our shack, of the sensible trees and of the swift bugs. We are brothers even of the imbeciles and of the criminals, unsuccessful essays, failed children of the common mother. We are brothers even of the fatality that crushes us. In struggling and defeating we collaborate in the enormous work, and we also collaborate at being overcome. The pain and the annihilation are also useful. Underneath the war endless and ferocious sings and immense harmony. Slowly are prolonging our nerves, binding us to the unknown. Slowly our reason extends its laws to remote regions. Slowly the science integrates the phenomena in a superior unity, whose intuition is essentially religious, because is not the religion which the science destroys, but the religions. Strange thoughts cross the minds. Over humanity looms a dream confusing and grand. The horizon is charged of gloom, and in our heart smiles the dawn.

We don’t understand yet. We are only granted to love. Pushed by supreme wills that within us arise, we fall towards the bottomless enigma. We hear the wordless voice that rises in our conscience, and in the dark we work and fight. Our heroism is made of our ignorance. We are in march, we don’t know where, and we don’t want to stop. The tragic breath of the irreparable caresses our sweaty temples.