TYING ENDS TOGETHER
14th. FEBRUARY. 2017
“There is no more than half of a human being, who has been separated from his whole just as a leaf is divided in two.” Plato, The Symposium.
Each one of them opened his present. Some were round like a ball, others big like a car, but none of them was opened as calmly as Jorge opened his. His was small, just like he expected it. “I want something that has a string,” he had said days ago.
-Jorge, what you do with a top is toss it and make it spin. Where do you think you can go with just a string?
Ana licked her lips with her tongue and smiled. After all, that salty taste had always kept her company. It was strange for her to think that she might go far from the sea, and as a tribute to it, she threw the line that she’d always used for fishing into the water.
The crew couldn’t understand why Jorge had ordered them to stop the boat all of a sudden, especially when they were so close to landing at the harbor. He took charge of picking up the thread himself.
-Did we really stop just to pick up that string?
-It’s not a string, it’s a thread, and it’s red.
As the legend from the Orient tells us, the old man living in the moon comes out every evening in order to search for souls that are destined to join each other on Earth. When he finds them, he ties them together with a red thread so they don’t lose each other.
«An \invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread can be stretched or can contract, but it can never break».