Once upon a time there was a little paper boat floating inside a large bucket of water.
It had an ice cube in front of it.
It bumped into it and sank.
Once upon a time there was a big boat, made of wood and metal, floating in the middle of the sea.
It was faced with an enormous block of ice.
It bumped into it and sank.
Once upon a time, in the early 2000s, our society evolved on the wave of progress and technology.
It was faced with reality.
It crashed and burned.
Let’s go back.
The child did not know that the boat would not survive the cube.
The sailor knew that the big boat would not survive the block of ice.
Our society pretends not to know that we will not withstand the shock of merely technical progress.
Let us go back again.
The consequences of the child’s gesture are non-existent, and possibly positive.
Play and experience.
The consequences of the sailor’s behaviour are severe.
Technical progress must accompanied by learning and humility.
The consequences of a dehumanised society are incalculable.
One more time.
The paper ended up in the bin.
The ship at the bottom of the sea.
Society will revert to a pre-industrial state for many and an apathetic technical state for a few.
The human factor, understood not only as a percentage of risk, but above all as richness and unpredictable harmony, expires as time passes.
The child, and his gesture, send a message of serenity, discovery and joy.
The sailor succumbs to the need for performance without considering the risk and drags different classes with him on his journey for different reasons.
Society increasingly under the control of the few creates fears disguised as competition, takes away serenity and time for thought, and impoverishes souls.
A few days ago, five human beings, enclosed in a can of tuna fish, lost their lives at the bottom of the the sea.
In that seabed where they went by their own strength, which attracted them for so many reasons.
Money, fame, probable life experience could not counteract a technology without control and the spectacle of other people’s suffering experienced in the front row.
Why not stop on the surface, on the vertical of the wreckage, turn our thoughts to the suffering of that night and to the heartbreak of the dead and the survivors.
Why not formulate a prayer for those souls who perhaps have not yet found peace and ask for suffrage.
Why always forget that love also feeds the lives of those who give it.
In memory.
