Tuesday 11 December 2012

"The inventory of your scars" ...



As I was having my morning shower and even later when I picked a photo of mine taken just two weeks ago in India and comparing it to some taken throughout the previous years something I had  recently read in "Winter Journal" by Paul Auster inevitably came to my mind ...







" The inventory of your scars, in particular the ones on your face, which are visible to you each morning when you look into the bathroom mirror to shave or comb your hair. You seldom think about them, but whenever you do, you understand they are marks of life, that the assorted jagged lines etched into the skin of your face are letters from the secret alphabet that tells the story of who you are, for each scar is the trace of a healed wound, and each wound was caused by an unexpected collision with the world- that is to say, an accident, or something that need not have happened, since by definition an accident is something that need not happen. Contingent facts as opposed to necessary facts, and the realization as you look into the mirror this morning that all life is contingent, except for the one necessary fact that sooner or later it will come to an end."










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