You can’t spend the rest of your life travelling back and forth like this.
The world’s out there. There’s just a gangplank to go down.
Why don’t you just get off, at least just once?
Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ? Why ?
I think you land people waste a lot of time asking yourselves WHY.
Winter comes and you can’t wait for summer
and in summer you live in dread of winter.
You’re always chasing some place you aren’t, where it’s always summer.
Doesn’t sound good to me.
I travelled in the world without distination, …
and then I see the most beautiful scene in my life — the sea.
I’d never seen it before, I was like being hit by lightening,
It’s what I hear — the VOICE,
the voice of the sea, it is like a huge shout
that screams and screams and what it screams is :: "you…"
The voice is . . . more than a big scream.
It tells you that life is immense.
Once you’ve heard it, you know what you have to do to go on living.
Life is immense, can you understand that?
IMMENSE, I never thought about it. I had a revolution in my head.
That’s how I suddenly decide to change my life – to start fresh.
Change life, start fresh.
He knew how to?READ the signs that people carry on them.
Places, sounds, scents, their land, their story. Everything written on them.
He would read and, with infinite care catalogue, organise, and make order
in that immense map that he was drawing in his mind.
Maybe he’d never seen the world,
but for almost thirty years the world had been passing on that ship.
And for almost thirty years on that ship, he’d been spying on it
and he would steal its SOUL.
It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me.
It was what I didn’t see. Can you understand that ?
What I didn’t see.
In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end.
There was everything. But there wasn’t an end.
What I couldn’t see was where all that came to an end.
The?END of the world..
Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end.
You know there are 88 of them and no-one can tell you differently.
They are not infinite, you are infinite.
And on those 88 keys the music that you can make is INFINITE.
I like that. That I can live by.
But you get me up on that gangway
and roll out a keyboard with millions of keys,
and that’s the truth, there’s no end to them, that keyboard is INFINITE.
But if that keyboard is infinite there’s no music you can play.
You’re sitting on the wrong bench.
That’s GOD’s piano.
Did you see the?streets, there were thousands of them.
How could you do it down there, how do you choose JUST ONE?
One woman, one house,
one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at,
one way to die.
All that world weighing down on you without you knowing where it ENDs.
Aren’t you scared of just breaking apart
just thinking about it, the enormity of living in it ?
I was born on this ship.
The world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time.
And there were?WISHES here,
but never more than could fit on a ship, between prow and stern.
You played out your happiness on a piano that was not infinite.
I learned to live that way.
Land? land is a ship?TOO big for me,
it’s a woman?too beautiful,
it’s a voage?too long,
Perfume?too strong,
it’ music I don’t know how to make.
I can’t get off this ship.
At best, I can step off my life.
After all, it’s as though I never existed.
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