Life has sometimes no more taste and the question arises. Living aimlessly without hope, without envy? Dying, and lose – however small the risk – something yet to come that would make life worth living? If a hint of rationality remains, there is only one solution: to live!
By dying we remove any possibility of choice, while by living we retain the element of choice, the power to put off dying until an even more awful tomorrow. For all that, to live without wanting to is not…livable. In a survival reflex, brain and body then agree to maintain activity, and try to fill the emptiness.
No longer interested by the world around us, we find ourselves fascinated by the small things few people notice, trying to find we don't know what, for as long as the sparl to live is maintained. Every single spark is picked up, scrutinised, studied, felt, and lived! But once each spark has been absorbed, the way forward dissipates into an emptiness requiring constant feeding. Nothing is too complex not to be tackled. From quantum mechanics to the profoundest subjectivism, spark upon spark, every tiny dose of life will little by little flesh out the flame, so that in time the memory of a path followed simply to have choice fades...
We then become aware that the most beautiful thing given us to live is life itself, this great mystery, at the dawn of art and science. To no longer feel even a tiny spark of this gigantic unknown, of this whole, is not choice, it's death!