One final post

An absurdist philosopher once said ‘I was absent at the moment when I took up the most space’. Delving deep into my thoughts I realized it too but now I will be everywhere in my absence. After some -I hope not so serious- little posts comes a necessary end since everything with a beginning has a thermodynamic end. Blinded by primal fear or driven by incompleteness of utility we built complicated illusions to bypass reality. Yet there is a singular choice which echoes perpetually as an unequivocal manifest of existence. I love poetry because of this very reason, for it made me being a Greek understood my own choice: between freedom and death I will always choose freedom.  

Ύμνος εις την Ελευθερίαν

Σε γνωρίζω από την κόψη
του σπαθιού την τρομερή,
σε γνωρίζω από την όψη
που με βια μετράει την γη.

Απ’ τα κόκκαλα βγαλμένη
των Ελλήνων τα ιερά,
και σαν πρώτα ανδρειωμένη,
χαίρε, ω χαίρε, Ελευθεριά!

Α.Δ.