Tag Archive for ‘Life’

What if

What if

What if there is no heaven
nor a hell below
You would constantly be reborn
Not as a mouse or a wolf
You was forced to live
Someone else's life
A middle age king in abundance
Or a homeless on the street
A character in a crime novel
The handsome bright detective
or the victim, just a beautiful corpse
An endless cycle
Like the Tellus spins around the sun
Would that mean
Heaven and hell
simultaneously on earth
Just a question of
Fortunate, have it all one percent
Struggling, ninety nine percent
A throw of the Universe dice
or, how did you love here and now
Tänk om
Det inte finns någon himmel
och heller inget helvete där nere
Du skulle ständigt återfödas
inte som mus eller ulv
Du skulle tvingas leva om
Någon annans liv
En medeltids kung i överflöd
eller en hemlös på gatan
En karaktär i en deckare
Den snygga och smarta detektiven
eller offret, bara ett vackert lik
I en evighets cykel
Som Tellus snurrar runt solen
Skulle det innebära
Himmel och helvete
samtidigt på jorden
Det är bara en fråga om
Lyckosam, en procenten som har allt
Kämpande, nittionio procenten
Ett tärningskast av universum
eller, hur du visat kärlek här och nu

Try not to overthink, ha de Gött!

Let there be light

Let there be light

Perhaps not the most famous church in Barcelona, but one I really wanted to see. The Basilica of Santa Maria del Mar plays a central role in the novel La Catedral del Mar (Cathedral of the Sea) by Ildefonso Falcones. It’s been many years since I read it, but it left a lasting impression on me. A powerful story of good and evil, justice and injustice, and how the Church, meant to stand for good, often—almost always—ends up on the side of evil.

The church was built between 1329 and 1383 in the Catalan Gothic style. It was constructed largely by unpaid labor from the common people, and is therefore sometimes referred to as the ‘workers’ cathedral’—a detail well described in Falcones’ book. The main character, Arnau Estanyol, finds work as a porter, carrying goods from the dock on his back. These porters were called bastaixos, and in the little spare time they had after work, they carried stones to help build the church.

The play of light inside is impressive, likely designed to suggest the presence of God. Whether divine or coincidental, I happened to be in the right spot at the right time as sunlight struck the cross—a beacon of hope, so needed today when dark forces and false prophets seem to be gaining more and more power.

Let the ray of hope shine, ha de Gött!