Corn

Corn, we learn, is the base of all creation. Human creation in particular was a process of trial and error. The first humans were made of mud but they weren’t able to reproduce and they weren’t able to give praise. That wouldn’t do. Next it was advised to make the humans out of wood but that didn’t prove successful either. One day there was a terrible storm. The animals blamed the wood people and chased them into the forest where they turned into monkeys, explaining our resemblance. On third try, a man was made from a kernel of corn. Finally, this was right.  But something was still missing. The man of corn was put to sleep and as he slept he dreamt up a woman. He awoke to find the woman of corn from his dream laying by his side. Now there was balance.

Corn is our creation. Our universe is a kernel of corn. But more than just a means to a beginning, corn maintains life. Women use corn to make masa. In one smooth movement, the same graceful flow of a ballet, her hand scoops precisely the right amount of dough and rolls it into a perfect sphere. The sphere is tossed expertly from hand to hand until it flattens into an even circle. The tortilla. 

From Melissa's blog

Turning and Turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.

Yeats, the second Coming

okonkwo was deeply grieved. And it was not just a personal grief. He mourned for the clan, which he saw breaking up and falling apart...

Things fall Apart

"It is already to late... our own men and our sons have joined the ranks of the stranger. They have joined his religion and upheld his government. If we should try to drive out the white man in Umuofia we should find it easy. There are only two of them. But what of our own people who are following their way and have been given power.

Things fall apart

“Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito,
repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos.                                                                          Muere lentamente quién deja escapar un posible amor,
con tal de no hacer el esfuerzo de hacer que éste crezca.                                                           Muere lentamente  quien no viaja, quien no lee
quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en si mismo…”                               

  Neruda

del blog de la Heidi. 

When reflecting on evolution, Charles Darwin said it is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the ones most responsive to change.

De la ilusion

Escribiste en la tabla de mi corazon:
desea.
Y yo anduve dias y dias
loco y aromado y triste.