Hope for the Moon
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
A communique-report from the mountains of the Mexican Southeast, Insurgent Subcommander Marcos of the Zapatista Army of National Liberation in Chiapas Mexico. March 1995.
...P.S. that wanders on a moonstruck theme and wishes, ingenyously, to bo given a place in the scientific columns of the main dailies and magazines.
Mounted on a curl of the smoke of my pipe, I rise to the highest curl of the ceiba tree. It is night and a sorrow is gaining on the moon, now darkening a good bit of her figure. The Sup reflects: "The moon is a satellite of the Earth. That is, the Moon spends her life turning around the Earth, with the the same face of this sentence. What is she going to say, if in any case there is a long and invisable chain that ties her to the Earth and keeps her from leaving to take a turn around so many stars and planets.
Nevertheless, as far as one can see, the Moon is not bitter. It doesn't occur to her, for example, to let herself fall on the Earth with the same wavering spin as a coin coming down to elucidate the first myster: heads or tails? No, the Moon doesn't let herself fall. That means nothing else than the Moon has hope. And this fact is what has, untill now, gone unnoticed by all the astronomers, asrophysicists, astrologers, astronauts, and by the Houston "Astros." Up untill now, I say, because I intend to unveil this technical and scientific datum that will revolutionize all modern science and, above all, the daily and nightly approaches of amorous couples.
"The Moon has hope" I have said, and here lies the point of an epistemological break and the birth of a new scientific paradigm (by the way, speaking of T. Kuhn and of the Scientific Revolutions, once I wrote a letter to Gilly where I explained the uselessness, scientifically and for the police, of speculation over who was behind the criminal nose and the ski mask. Time and the pathetic PGR [Justice Dept.] proved me right (and with the arrest warrant.)
Well - let's repeat it: "The Moon has hope." The simplistic will go ahead and ask, "What does the Moon hope for?", But the problem will have no solution unless we first anser the following question: "What makes it possible for the Moon to have hope?" Clearly it isn't the same, but the question is as momentous as if we referred to "The Moon is sleepy." something that of course, is nonsense, because being a nocturnal animal, the Moon obviously suffers from insomnia.
A statement such as, "The Moon is feverish" sounds hot and sensual, and perhaps, may help to melt the resistence of the other person to a closer contact, and thence to the inevitable contagion, but nothing more. The pragmatic will discard such a claim immediately, since, they will argue, there is no thermometer capable of taking the temperature nor antpyretic imaginable for such a space fever.
An utterance like "The Moon has desires" is as ambiguous as "The Moon has hope", and leads one to ask, "What does the Moon desire?" By the way, I'm getting there...
(Sup appraches the edge of the ceiba with admirable balance, and after the characteristic sound that betrays the way in which mammals evacuate the contents of their bladders, returns with a face saying "duty done") "All right, let's return to science, now that the prosaic reminder of the body is answered, with its ebbs and flows. Where were we? Oh yes! On, "Then Moon has desires." No, that we had already discarded (in more than one sense).
We'll go back to the rash statement that "The Moon has hope." It's elementary. Can you imagine someone turning and turning around the same thing, seeing always the same landscape and repeating always the same routine? What? The special under-attorney for the murder cases od LDC [Luis Donaldo Colosio], JFRM [Jose Francisco Ruiz Massieu] and Cardinal Posadas? For God's sake! We're talking about science, not comic strips! Back we go.
All right, isn't it logical to suppose that this "someone" would be bored and wish to be freed of such a circular sentence? Yes, I know that, in the case of the Moon, there is that silly chain of the "force of gravity." But... why then not let yourself drop? You still doubt! Okay, it's not important. We geniuses have always been misunderstood.. at first. All right, all right, be kind (remember that it's spring), grant me that it's like this, that the Moon is a prisoner, and that, nevertheless, she takes no vengeance on the one who makes for a prisoner.
Who is it that keeps her prisoner? The human being! If they hadn't invented that "law of gravity", the Moon would have been off romping about Jupiter or Saturn or even further...
Thus, the Moon undoubtably has hope, hope of seeing herself free and able to go wherever she lunatically desires. What it's because the silly chain breaks or because her jailer forgets to tie her up, people in love won't be able to use her as a reference anymore, to convince or to deny.
How could they say, "In the double moon of your breast, hands, kisses and gazes surrender," or that other one, "with the complicity of the moon I discovered the pleasure you had hidden in your womb." or, also, "Don't bring your breath any closer, the Moon will flee, frightened to see us as one"? So, thses are only some examples, but you can see what kind of problems would arise the night the Moon abandons her usual route and just leaves, to ride off into the stars...
P.S. to the lunatic P.S.
One must also be careful with the Moon. Many years ago, one Knight of the White Moon defeated me on the beaches of Barcino and obliged me, ungrateful, to put away arms and warlike desires for a good while. Now I have freed myself, but that's another atory I'll stell you... another moon.
P.S. that, understanding, offers an alternative.
All right, if you don't want to publish it in the science column, at least do me the favor of tying that postscript with a little string to the UNAMSAT-1 and tell them to let it go when they pass by the Moon. It will do her good to know that someone understands her...
Go on, again.
Health, and may hands and moons find each other.
The Sup,
a little embarrassed because now he doesn't know how to get down out of the ceiba. How about sliding down that silver rail that turns to the ground?...
...P.S. that wanders on a moonstruck theme and wishes, ingenyously, to bo given a place in the scientific columns of the main dailies and magazines.
Mounted on a curl of the smoke of my pipe, I rise to the highest curl of the ceiba tree. It is night and a sorrow is gaining on the moon, now darkening a good bit of her figure. The Sup reflects: "The moon is a satellite of the Earth. That is, the Moon spends her life turning around the Earth, with the the same face of this sentence. What is she going to say, if in any case there is a long and invisable chain that ties her to the Earth and keeps her from leaving to take a turn around so many stars and planets.
Nevertheless, as far as one can see, the Moon is not bitter. It doesn't occur to her, for example, to let herself fall on the Earth with the same wavering spin as a coin coming down to elucidate the first myster: heads or tails? No, the Moon doesn't let herself fall. That means nothing else than the Moon has hope. And this fact is what has, untill now, gone unnoticed by all the astronomers, asrophysicists, astrologers, astronauts, and by the Houston "Astros." Up untill now, I say, because I intend to unveil this technical and scientific datum that will revolutionize all modern science and, above all, the daily and nightly approaches of amorous couples.
"The Moon has hope" I have said, and here lies the point of an epistemological break and the birth of a new scientific paradigm (by the way, speaking of T. Kuhn and of the Scientific Revolutions, once I wrote a letter to Gilly where I explained the uselessness, scientifically and for the police, of speculation over who was behind the criminal nose and the ski mask. Time and the pathetic PGR [Justice Dept.] proved me right (and with the arrest warrant.)
Well - let's repeat it: "The Moon has hope." The simplistic will go ahead and ask, "What does the Moon hope for?", But the problem will have no solution unless we first anser the following question: "What makes it possible for the Moon to have hope?" Clearly it isn't the same, but the question is as momentous as if we referred to "The Moon is sleepy." something that of course, is nonsense, because being a nocturnal animal, the Moon obviously suffers from insomnia.
A statement such as, "The Moon is feverish" sounds hot and sensual, and perhaps, may help to melt the resistence of the other person to a closer contact, and thence to the inevitable contagion, but nothing more. The pragmatic will discard such a claim immediately, since, they will argue, there is no thermometer capable of taking the temperature nor antpyretic imaginable for such a space fever.
An utterance like "The Moon has desires" is as ambiguous as "The Moon has hope", and leads one to ask, "What does the Moon desire?" By the way, I'm getting there...
(Sup appraches the edge of the ceiba with admirable balance, and after the characteristic sound that betrays the way in which mammals evacuate the contents of their bladders, returns with a face saying "duty done") "All right, let's return to science, now that the prosaic reminder of the body is answered, with its ebbs and flows. Where were we? Oh yes! On, "Then Moon has desires." No, that we had already discarded (in more than one sense).
We'll go back to the rash statement that "The Moon has hope." It's elementary. Can you imagine someone turning and turning around the same thing, seeing always the same landscape and repeating always the same routine? What? The special under-attorney for the murder cases od LDC [Luis Donaldo Colosio], JFRM [Jose Francisco Ruiz Massieu] and Cardinal Posadas? For God's sake! We're talking about science, not comic strips! Back we go.
All right, isn't it logical to suppose that this "someone" would be bored and wish to be freed of such a circular sentence? Yes, I know that, in the case of the Moon, there is that silly chain of the "force of gravity." But... why then not let yourself drop? You still doubt! Okay, it's not important. We geniuses have always been misunderstood.. at first. All right, all right, be kind (remember that it's spring), grant me that it's like this, that the Moon is a prisoner, and that, nevertheless, she takes no vengeance on the one who makes for a prisoner.
Who is it that keeps her prisoner? The human being! If they hadn't invented that "law of gravity", the Moon would have been off romping about Jupiter or Saturn or even further...
Thus, the Moon undoubtably has hope, hope of seeing herself free and able to go wherever she lunatically desires. What it's because the silly chain breaks or because her jailer forgets to tie her up, people in love won't be able to use her as a reference anymore, to convince or to deny.
How could they say, "In the double moon of your breast, hands, kisses and gazes surrender," or that other one, "with the complicity of the moon I discovered the pleasure you had hidden in your womb." or, also, "Don't bring your breath any closer, the Moon will flee, frightened to see us as one"? So, thses are only some examples, but you can see what kind of problems would arise the night the Moon abandons her usual route and just leaves, to ride off into the stars...
P.S. to the lunatic P.S.
One must also be careful with the Moon. Many years ago, one Knight of the White Moon defeated me on the beaches of Barcino and obliged me, ungrateful, to put away arms and warlike desires for a good while. Now I have freed myself, but that's another atory I'll stell you... another moon.
P.S. that, understanding, offers an alternative.
All right, if you don't want to publish it in the science column, at least do me the favor of tying that postscript with a little string to the UNAMSAT-1 and tell them to let it go when they pass by the Moon. It will do her good to know that someone understands her...
Go on, again.
Health, and may hands and moons find each other.
The Sup,
a little embarrassed because now he doesn't know how to get down out of the ceiba. How about sliding down that silver rail that turns to the ground?...
