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Not if one day you have stopped to meditate the night …

… the night sky. Yes, it is sure that you have done it. All we have remained bewitched one day by the Moon or during one night without her, where the stars claim its leading role and shine haughty on the dark immensity like diamonds on black velvet. I remember one night especially, remember it very magic, it had approximately 16 years and we were ourselves a few friends to a concentration of frikies, (today it would call her itself like that, age of that time of hung). It is supposed that we were going to attend a sighting UFO; it had mounted it a radio program that was called “spread in target” and it was there up to Jiménez of the Bear. It was a very high place and far from the light contamination of the inhabited centers. In fact in this place there is an observatory astrophysicist, one of the most important of Europe and during one night of August without only one cloud, with the ambience so clean that it was hurting to breathe revealed a spectacle to my adolescent ojillos that I never imagined to see. All the beauty! … the stars, which multiplied for 20, were shining insolent, the Orión nebula saw to simple sight without prismatic not even telescopes, the depth of the cosmos was foreseen. Nothing that to see with my summer nights observing the stars from the roof of my house, which seemed already beautiful to me, but from a high and dark place is indescribable. We were taking blankets to have a tendency in the soil, the lights of the assembly went out and we all stay looking at the stars astounded. It not that surprises energy came untied there, but in spite of there were more than 50 persons in the place, a rustle was not heard. We all remain calm ones with the calmness of being accompanied in similar company: and if the Martians were coming?, up to Jiménez of the Bear he was walking a little overwhelmed. There stretched on the sand, relaxed, observing the infinite the thoughts came untied me and I began to digress with my poor philosophy of courtyard of institute. Let's say that this night I sat the bases of my future me. That vision not only was beautiful, it was also revealing. The world made me reflect on the life, the humanity, why of the need to believe in one or several gods, in if there will be other worlds and if in these worlds they will be so irresponsible as we with ours, in spite of being considered so intelligent. This night I traveled, risking towards my interior rubbed the stars, crossed nebulas, orbited some planets of the Milk Route and much more distant still and that without smoking anything rare. Of course no foreign ship was dropped over there, although those of the program of radio said that yes, that they presented before themselves in an imperceptible way for that we were. I wonder what demons they would have smoked. In what concerns me, it is not even missing that it made me see Martians, in spite of seeing the light it was sufficient. Recuerdo una noche en especial, la recuerdo muy mágica, tenía unos 16 años y nos fuimos unos cuantos amigos a una concentración de frikies, (hoy se la llamaría así, entonces era de colgados). Se supone que íbamos a presenciar un avistamiento OVNI; lo había montado un programa radiofónico que se llamaba “espacio en blanco”y estaba allí hasta Jiménez del Oso. Era un lugar muy alto y lejos de la contaminación lumínica de los centros poblados. De hecho en ese lugar hay un observatorio astrofísico, uno de los mas importantes de Europa y en una noche de agosto sin una sola nube, con la atmósfera tan limpia que dolía respirar se reveló un espectáculo a mis ojillos adolescentes que nunca imaginé ver. Cuanta belleza!…las estrellas, que se multiplicaron por 20, brillaban insolentes, la nebulosa de Orión se veía a simple vista sin prismáticos ni telescopios, se adivinaba la profundidad del cosmos. Nada que ver con mis noches de verano observando las estrellas desde la azotea de mi casa, que ya me parecían hermosas, pero desde un lugar alto y oscuro es indescriptible. Llevábamos mantas para tendernos en el suelo, las luces del montaje se apagaron y quedamos todos mirando a las estrellas embobados. No se que extraña energía se desató allí, pero a pesar de haber mas de 50 personas en el lugar, no se oía un susurro. Quedamos todos quietos con la tranquilidad de estar acompañados en semejante empresa, ¿y si venían los marcianos?, hasta Jiménez del Oso andaba algo acojonado. Allí tendida sobre la arena, relajada, observando el infinito se me desataron los pensamientos y comencé a divagar con mi pobre filosofía de patio de instituto. Digamos que esa noche senté las bases de mi yo futuro. Aquella visión no sólo era hermosa, era también reveladora. Me hizo reflexionar sobre la vida, la humanidad, el mundo, el por qué de la necesidad de creer en uno o varios dioses, en si habrán otros mundos y si en esos mundos serán tan irresponsables como nosotros con el nuestro, a pesar de creernos tan inteligentes. Esa noche viajé, aventurándome hacia mi interior rocé las estrellas, atravesé nebulosas, orbité algunos planetas de la Vía Láctea y mucho mas lejanos aún y eso sin fumar nada raro. Por supuesto ninguna nave alienígena se dejó caer por allí, aunque los del programa de radio dijeron que sí, que se presentaron de una manera imperceptible para los que estábamos. Me pregunto qué demonios habrían fumado ellos. En lo que a mí respecta, ni falta que me hizo ver marcianos, con ver la luz fue suficiente.

The mere truth is that we are only a dust mote in the immensity of the universe, that nobody takes care of us and protects us, he neither punishes does not even reward. We are alone and although yes I believe that there are forms of life in other planets, intelligent or not, (impossible it would be that it was not in the whole universe that we are capable of foreseeing), I do not believe that they visit us, although me chiflen the science fiction pelis. Since then only I have faith in the nature, the natural order of the things and in the human being who is a God and the Demon equally. In our hand there is to finish with the planet or to preserve it for the future generations of living beings. It is our responsibility why we it are quite, although if you look up you will see that in fact we are not at all. En nuestra mano está acabar con el planeta o conservarlo para las generaciones venideras de seres vivos. Es nuestra responsabilidad por que lo somos todo, aunque si miras hacia arriba verás que en realidad no somos nada.

My friend, I am going to entrust to you a big truth, the only big truth. hear it: God does not know that we exist. God has done this tiny planet and many planets more, and the sun, and a lot of suns more. This is really a work of importance (…). It is an emotion of whose delight we can have the men the weakest suspicion when we play the billiards. Well: in one of these worlds, lost in the space without beginning or end, it was we who have appeared like a risk, like a microscopic and invaluable risk. Since the worms appear in a cheese. It is possible that the worm believes that the one that made the cheese created it to and assigned a destination to him, and watches it with preoccupation. But we know that it is not like that. It would be very agreeable undoubtedly, to have a mission. This would heighten our importance, and, topcoat, would free us from the boredom. The life, my friend, swings between the pain and the tedium, a clotted and sticky tedium that exists at the bottom of all the souls. On being bored, it is unjust and it is cruel, off balance and without goal. Dios ha hecho este diminuto planeta y muchísimos planetas más, y el sol, y muchísimos soles más. Esta es realmente una obra de importancia (…). Es una emoción de cuya delicia podemos tener los hombres una debilísima sospecha cuando jugamos al billar. Pues bien: en uno de esos mundos, perdido en el espacio sin principio ni fin, hemos aparecido nosotros como una contingencia, como una microscópica e inapreciable contingencia. Como aparecen en un queso los gusanos. Es posible que el gusano crea que el que fabricó el queso lo creó a el y le asignó un destino, y lo vigila preocupadamente. Pero nosotros sabemos que no es así. Sería muy agradable sin duda alguna, tener una misión. Esto realzaría nuestra importancia, y, sobretodo, nos libraría del aburrimiento. La vida, amigo mío, se columpia entre el dolor y el tedio, un tedio grumoso y pegadizo que hay en el fondo de todas las almas. Sobre ser aburrida, es injusta y es cruel, desquiciada y sin meta.

Wenceslao Fernández Flórez.

Another day I will tell you how I discovered the Orión constellation under the effects of the LSD … a memorable night.

R.B.K

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