"When you are alive,
you are offered thorns. When you die, they give you roses"
Anatole France.
The landscape in this
photo looks ordinary. Nothing too impressive about it. The thorny
tree and the flowers on the soil are not bathed by the special,
gloomy, romantic twilight or the triumphant summer morning's sun
rays. This visual and natural composition is not stigmatized by the
menace of worth mentioning weather events (snowfall, heavy storm,
etc.) so to attract the attention of a passersby. Only a thoughtful
mind can get messages from this image and communicate it to others.
It requires emotional depth or a specific kind of Eros for wisdom
(philosophy) so you can distinguish the arrays of...
symbols that tell
the story human nature.
Prima facie, the tree with
the painful thorns on the branches and the humble flowers with these
gold-yellow petals could be everywhere and nowhere. It is located near the Archaeological Museum of
Corinth. Helen - Oreithyia Koulizaki -, teacher of Greek Literature
and author, is the person that in a tour of archaeological and
historical interest, began to contemplate for the content of the
aforementioned visual composition: «At the top we see thorns. Pain
and struggle towards Heaven. And on the soil there is earth-rooted
beauty, the flowers. Who wins in this fight? What is finer, more
subtle and worthwhile? What is more enduring in the passing of time?
All that we call beautiful and charming are temporary? What lasts
forever is only pain and thorns and torment? Or maybe via the first
we can achieve the second? And all this beauty is not obscured by the
volume of suffering that sums up our earthly beings - such as the
shaded small flowers under the tree? Is it not true that sometimes
beauty cries out for help and finds refuge in old persons, outmoded
situations that are full of spikes? Remember the young ladies that
are married to old tycoons...
Decay
Somehow that's life
itself. Just like the photo. At the beginning we live the
carelessness of childhood, our teenage years, we enjoy beauty,
colors, dreamy scents of optimism and power of will. Happiness is not
just words on books... but a concrete fact and valuable experience.
The damage of years lost forever has not yet made its appearance. The
worldview that everything is ephemeral sounds abstract - more like an
hypothesis than truth. Does anyone on earth have the slightest idea
that he will die someday when he is drunk from life's tasty wine? On
the start of our route towards self knowledge the physical, moral and
spiritual decline does not exist – even if they exists we do not
hear the sound of their hands knocking the door of our mortal bodys.
However, on the path upward, slowly, we begin to realize that all
things, colors, senses and flavors around us are being reduced and
they continue to do so. Losing becomes a habit. Just at this point we
see the starting of the martyrdom period. We understand why these
thorns on the branches of the tree point to the clouds .
Some other would insist
that the two dominant symbols of photography (flowers and thorns)
have no... hostile relationship between each other but complementary.
They coexist. Flowers and thorns walk hand in hand to the end.
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