{"id":1117,"date":"2020-06-02T09:44:11","date_gmt":"2020-06-02T07:44:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/?p=1117"},"modified":"2021-09-02T18:15:18","modified_gmt":"2021-09-02T16:15:18","slug":"in-asteptarea-timpului-pierdut","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/?p=1117","title":{"rendered":"In asteptarea timpului pierdut"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>\u201ccaminante no hay camino, el camino se hace al andar\u201d <\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\"><figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_p5hzf3bGPX1qz6f9yo1_1280-Odyssey-Mikyung-Lee-1024x727.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1131\" width=\"448\" height=\"317\" srcset=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_p5hzf3bGPX1qz6f9yo1_1280-Odyssey-Mikyung-Lee-1024x727.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_p5hzf3bGPX1qz6f9yo1_1280-Odyssey-Mikyung-Lee-300x213.jpg 300w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_p5hzf3bGPX1qz6f9yo1_1280-Odyssey-Mikyung-Lee-768x545.jpg 768w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_p5hzf3bGPX1qz6f9yo1_1280-Odyssey-Mikyung-Lee.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 448px) 100vw, 448px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>Medita plutind in imaterialitatea oceanului. Gusta cumpatat din calmul azuriu; inspira nesatios umplandu-si plamanii de parfumul sarat al infinitului. Soarele ii ardea pleoapele, pecetuind frumusetea momentului. Aluneca pe unduirea apei, lasandu-se purtat de sinusoida sinapselor ce curgeau dintr-una intr-alta spre nestiute incantari, lovindu-se de ganduri ca valurile de mal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-group\"><div class=\"wp-block-group__inner-container is-layout-flow wp-block-group-is-layout-flow\">\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify\">\u201ccu cat sunt mai departe de ea, cu-atat sunt mai departe de mine\u201d il strafulgera ideea, smulsa parca din abis. Iconstientul nostru colectiv ii vorbea dintotdeauna, insa niciodata pana acum nu fusese ancorat in linistea necesara pentru a-i intui subtilitatile. Strapuns de intalnirea cu abisul isi ghida lin gandurile spre tarm. In lipsa oricariui efort, mainile incepusera sa inoate in directia dorita; se intindeau metamorfozandu-se in dendrite ce-si rastalmaceau noi arborizatii, scotocind o conexiune cu taramuri de-ale caror existenta recent aflasera.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_nn2yicLtxE1qz6f9yo1_r1_500.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1138\" width=\"287\" height=\"362\" srcset=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_nn2yicLtxE1qz6f9yo1_r1_500.jpg 500w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_nn2yicLtxE1qz6f9yo1_r1_500-238x300.jpg 238w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 287px) 100vw, 287px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify\">Plictisit de bogatia momentului isi reorientase anost imaginatia, adulmecand muntii din departare. Zbura spre ei purtat de monocromia razelor de luna. Era o pana ce studia vazduhul in timp ce calatorea molcom prin el. Incerca sa-si imagineze urma lasata in graba pe canvasul universului, neintrerupt onduland tesatura dupa bunul ei plac. Era microscopic apropiata de particulele de aer, ce n-o atingeau insa niciodata. Vartejurile generate prin frecarea cu aerul desenau eterne fractale preschimbate in infinite piruete spre consecintele carora niciodata nu se va gandi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify\">\u201cwhat you say rarely is what you mean\u201d. In cursul meditatiilor din spatele jaluzelelor, matricea realitatii i se dezvaluia ca o sita ce separa brutal concretul de imaginar, ce este de ce-ar putea sa fie, azi de ieri, maine de niciodata &#8230; astfel din dezordinea sistematizata a vietii de zi cu zi, isi amintea tentativele reusite de a se strecura printre megalitii pe care ii intalnea in cale; uneori se lovea de cate unul din neatentie, pornea atunci un domino fara sfarsit, ale carui consecinte imediate si le imagina inainte ca prima piesa sa o atinga pe a doua. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\"><figure class=\"alignright size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/by-James-R.-Eads3.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1153\" width=\"462\" height=\"347\" srcset=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/by-James-R.-Eads3.jpg 1000w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/by-James-R.-Eads3-300x226.jpg 300w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/by-James-R.-Eads3-768x578.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 462px) 100vw, 462px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify\">Unda de soc reala era de o magnitudine infinitezimal mai mica decat cea pe care si-o imagina, insa actiunile de contentie executate erau in conformitate cu supraexagerarile sale. Acum, il mira agilitatea in a eschiva agresivitatea regolitilor, la abrazivitatea carora se imunizase prin expunerea constanta. Dar nu fusese dintotdeauna asa. Cu violenta pasiune se lovise de tot ce-i statea in cale, ricosand ca o stihie dintr-un cap sec intr-altul; refracta ostilitatile, cizeland o noua abordare in care aceeasi forta bruta o aplica tactic in puncte din ce in ce mai restranse. Isi cioplise vointa in forma de dalta cu care-si sculpta lentila prin care ceilalti ii percepeau prezenta. In final isi dadu seama cu entuziasm ca nimeni nu-l privea de fapt, ca reverberatiile resimtite erau ecourile somatizate ale unor ganduri ce-si impiedicau pasii dintr-o cutie de chibrituri spre un foc launtric. Acest foc era singurul ce-i acomoda antitezele, concretizand un discurs excesiv de abstract.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/Human-egg.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1146\" width=\"349\" height=\"232\" srcset=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/Human-egg.jpg 640w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/Human-egg-300x199.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 349px) 100vw, 349px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cdaca nu are unul, boul isi va fauri propriul jug\u201d &#8230; si de aici, prin nebanuite cai, ajunsese la inconvenienta notiune ca \u2018iluminarea\/salvarea\u2019 pe care o preaslaveau o seama de neghiobi, de care in treacat n-auzise, era doar un jug la care trag&nbsp; bucati de carne anonime. Ce putea fi rau in asta?, cinismul cultivat altruist devine vitriolul ce cauterizeaza bolnavicioasele redundante, divulgand o inchisoare organica in a carei miez zace inabusita lumina concentrata a unui infinit de fotoni. Acesti din urma fotoni, copii ai ciclurilor cosmice, in loc sa se descatuseze si sa dea nastere altor astre, vor conglomera in alte aglomerari de antagonisme; condamnati la traiectoria prestabilita a unui cerc vicios, incatusati de jugul ce le promitea dezlegarea de el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-justify\">In vremurile in care omul era stapanul propriei existente si lumina era incorporata in tot ce era atins de el, scanteia avea o cale de scapare pentru a-si relua calatoria atavica; insa acum, aceeasi forta primordiala ce-a creat lumi are menirea sa moara intr-o groapa anonima, inconjurata de pamant, lemn si lacrimi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized is-style-rounded\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_oludl7zHUN1qz6f9yo7_1280.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1161\" width=\"752\" height=\"336\" srcset=\"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_oludl7zHUN1qz6f9yo7_1280.jpg 742w, https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/06\/tumblr_oludl7zHUN1qz6f9yo7_1280-300x135.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 752px) 100vw, 752px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<blockquote class=\"wp-block-quote is-layout-flow wp-block-quote-is-layout-flow\"><p>\u201ccel mult, viata e un sir de cuvinte, scrise pe apa\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201ccaminante no hay camino, el camino se hace al andar\u201d Medita plutind in imaterialitatea oceanului. Gusta cumpatat din calmul azuriu; inspira nesatios umplandu-si plamanii de parfumul sarat al infinitului. Soarele ii ardea pleoapele, pecetuind frumusetea momentului. Aluneca pe unduirea apei, lasandu-se purtat de sinusoida sinapselor ce curgeau dintr-una intr-alta spre nestiute incantari, lovindu-se de ganduri [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[5,1],"tags":[21,20,19,25,22,16],"class_list":["post-1117","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cuvinte-impletite","category-vorbe-din-umbre","tag-filosofie","tag-gandire","tag-libertate","tag-morala","tag-psihiatrie","tag-rezist"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pYr9y-i1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1117","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1117"}],"version-history":[{"count":74,"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1117\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1490,"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1117\/revisions\/1490"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1117"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1117"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edituraaion.ro\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}