THE BETWEEN-SEEING

In the reflection of a day, my gaze began to wander beyond the horizons.

When I set out to surf the wind of existences, twilight’s smile came to visit me and said:

“Child of Light, you are the son of ‘Creation.’ But do you know who your father is? Yes! You have your mother’s gaze. But do you know your father’s eyes? Yes! You know where you come from. But do you know who you are? Yes! My smile comes to caress your wounded body. But do you know who I am? Tell me, you, son of ‘Creation’: to conceive of nothingness—is that to contradict the light, or to engender it? You, son of a father who no longer exists, do you fragment your life in order to give it a movement of light? Is your insistence on fragmenting due to a fault of taste, or of conscience? Might your insistence on fragmenting be the expression of your doubt? Do you doubt the plastic and aesthetic rightness of your existence? Could your doubt be a hesitation about your life? Do you fragment your life in order to materialize the movement of a profound wound? By tracing a colored canvas of your life, then layering your choices of existential colors, do you seek to demonstrate a rhythmic instance of your anxieties? Child of Light, son of ‘Creation,’ man is not born human; he becomes human. Man is not born loving; he becomes loving. Man is born through nothingness in order to fight it. Without nothingness, man invents nothing. Without nothingness, man creates nothing. Without a struggle against nothingness, man is a vile beast that devours it. Your thought is only your thought. Your heart is only your heart. Their union is the smile of your existence. Farewell until a future time, for today’s miracle is to become human… I am your father, and I will never answer you.”

Mathius TO’ERAU, le Suréviste Tahiti, 1998

English translation: OpenAI GPT.