The League of Six Nations

There by the sea where the sun rises early and ascends monumentally with joy in the heart and fire in the soul. There where sufferers laugh and are happy thinking of how fruitful ideas can be and of the holocaust of all evil. There, where as a child I dreamed and as an old man I learned to love and to weep learned to survive the body's infirmities and the wisdom of the intellect. I found you there. I rose from the dead and I returned wiser, with more compassion, more remorse, and with much more love in my heart and in my spirit. From the depths of your melancholic eyes, blue as the sea in June, you looked at me. Your skin was so dark; your blond hair gave to the wind and lifted to the sun thousands of love poems, elegies to the past and to the absolute. In your soul, still that of a little girl, maybe you understood that you too were a union of the past, the present and, definitely of my future. Soliloquies of suffering, in my afflicted soul. Why was I the first and only one in this world, once again just as before, capable of remembering my thousand and something lives in our irreconcilable past? I looked at you and worried. I saw that you had gleaned from my eyes the taste of sorrow, love's immense pleasures - the life that you lived, the love that was ours. You took me by the hand and we left, forgetting your parents and siblings. Memories become confused, the only thing that lasts, the only thing that lives through time and space is the absolute certainty that you and I are one. Roaming through millennia, the bitter taste of the lives in which I didn't know you, when I couldn't find you among human beings, weighed me down. Maybe it's that the Creator, in his omnipotence and wisdom, will not have in either his paradise or his inferno a spirit completely radiant or a soul that always finds its utmost desire. For me you will always be that. Your love is what my body and soul crave more than anything else. Now that I've found you, I'll tell you how you've always believed in me. Now, as it turns out, you don't belong to anyone but yourself, suffering of my soul, love of my life, my mind's passion. You must know that, wandering through time and space, time after time I found you with other beings. You thought you were in love, married, bearing other people's children. But, so beautiful, you looked in my eyes and there was your past. Your body's passion was kindled and the comedy that was your life was over. And if you asked me, as you always do, to tell you of my life, I would. You are what drives my life on and what sustains it. Over the highways of time, I, who have died so many times and been born again so many more, I know that I've lived for your love alone. Without you I never would have lived these lives. They would have been springs dried up and desolate, lifeless deserts, lifeless graves where reality would be nothing but suffering. And I don't know when I began to exist, when I began to live or who I am. I'll tell you over and over the story of my life, which isn't mine but yours. There, many millennia ago, I died as all men die, after searching foolishly over and over for something that I now know is you, my love, my passion, my sustenance. In that life I cried, I searched, I thought I was in love, and I perished, weeping tears of love and of suffering. When the last flames of that life, of that age, died out. When my soul freed itself and ascended I understood how futile and dried up my life was. I realized when I passed away, at the age of 87, that I had wasted every second of my existence. I asked the Most High, WHY? I don't know if it was him or Satan, his slave, his right hand, who answered me. The answer was clear and absolute - “Both Heaven and Hell are on Earth.” When my reason little by little fell away from this ancient, old and decrepit body, the Almighty, or his slave, explained to me: “You see, humans are born in twos. Those that never find each other are the ones who suffer - this is their Inferno. Those that do find and love one another remain on Earth forever - this is their paradise.” That very day I died so as to live now in the wisdom of all those lives. I recognize each one of those souls that blaze up and are extinguished. Each one of those beings that are born, die and come back to life. Eden is the reward, so fleeting it burns and consumes me. When I find you again, my love, it is Olympus. Immortality, millennia of memories… punishment or glory?