The Thing

Tanım

man does not know the mystery of being
or its substance, no one knows why or how,
although everyone mutters endlessly
no one knows the value of its essence’
omar khayyam

I was not something that was called to mind in a moment of eternity.
This is how my story started.
In those times, grapes had not been created yet, but I was already drunk.
I say, in those times, because time was a moment.
In those times, I didn’t know that a moment was infinitely divisible.
A friend told it to me. A friend who had accompanied me and not let me alone in a night I had spent in the observatory watching the extraordinary motion of a star.
I call him the messenger. Like the star, he was. It was a message for me.