Jour d'automne sur l'Etat d'Ame. Melancholy and regrets as ever. Josephine sits outside her little blue house on the island and pensively watches the empty sea. There never is anything on the horizon, no tall boats with singing bands of sailors in colorful outfits, no wild surfers, no stranded Robinson. Nothing but the lonely horizon of the grey sea. All Josephine can do is think, dream, ponder and long for.
What if we were given a second chance ? What if the laws of the universe were suddenly reversed and we could start again ?
There is a book with precisely that story : 'the strange life of Osokin' by Ouspensky. The hero is miraculously given a second chance to rectify his love story gone wrong. (It's always about love obviously, what else would we want to go over again and mend ? Exams ? jobs ? shopping lists ?)
So the hero revisits his story and would you believe it ? Does exactly the same mistakes again ! In spite of all the previous knowledge and the acquired experience of the first run ! No, nothing to be done, he falls in the trap again...Maybe that is precisely why we don't get a second chance, because we would simply waste the universe's Time. To make a second chance worth it, we would have the tall order of becoming an entirely different character.
To change our patterns rather than our circumstances.
I am a minefield for myself, there is nowhere safe to tread.
Can a Deus ex Machina get me out ?
No second chance and no Deus Ex Machina.
The grey, empty horizon.
Will Josephine ever escape, the great, perfect, sublime escape ?
Josephine dort et pleure.
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