Monday, December 13, 2010
My heart has broken after reading Tolstoy's Hadji Murat.
A brave, sincere and honest minority being crushed under overwhelming forces, but standing unswayed and determined until the end.
What is it about this theme that grabs our hearts - and why is it in our world that the minority is never allowed to win?
Maybe the important thing to be learned is not in their lives being saved -
We cling to the importance of life. We try to protect and maintain it at any cost. Life can seem a threatened spark in the night.
But there's something more important than life..
Something larger and more beautiful than what human bodies can bear to contain.
"unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.."