It suddenly appears in front of us, in the form of a person, as if it were an unavoidable necessity or a small coincidence that didn’t have to be.
We hardly notice the silent visit. It is like a distant glance of a wounded stranger cast secretly in the shadows, or like a fragile sigh of a tiny bird flying in the high sky.
In the end, a long-awaited visit would be disillusionment like a castle on sand washed away by high waves. In the time of myth, it would have appeared as an animal or bird with a special feature.
A true visit is accompanied by a foresight, a vague one connected with the distant future that points terribly far ahead. Then we should only wait keeping eyes closed, even if we feel swallowed up by great hesitation, because it is the visitor who decides.
In fact, it is not a human being. It calls and calls, but the call is not a word. It is a tender, barely audible omen. Nevertheless, it is impossible to turn away from it.
Is it a fate that mocks me, who would die meaninglessly in this wide world without knowing anything?
However it leaves an invisible mark in us.
The voice is a destiny in the form of a person who does not even know that she is not human. she was only chosen.
Who am I that I am called by someone? Am I nothing more than an allegory of fate? My destiny is not mine. It has just been called into being by a sudden visit and is being formed.
We don’t know when it will appear or where it will come from. It is only a call from something far away.
In a tangle it plunges me in unknown past and future. Despite my resistance, I cannot refrain from the joy of expectation.
An invisible dream behind the new door over there. Dazzling light at the end of a long dark tunnel. A landscape blown by a warm green wind. But we don’t know what it will be.
It knocks ceaselessly at our door, like an echo of the voice given by God, sounding eternally.
It permeates through our body as a sign of all living beings, always filling the space.
Now our ears are deafened by constant noise and tumult and we have lost the sense of hearing to perceive the silence.
However, it is still at the door and, with some indecision, is about to knock on the door. When we open the door, it will be there. Then we finally know our own meaning.