The beauty of the little red light that turns on
Of the little number indicating you’ve received
New likes, new comments, new messages
No, you’re not alone, not alone
In this dark endless empty galaxy
There’s still a little bit of light that shines sometimes
Warming your heart
The interweb was born promising instantaneous communication
Between all human beings dwelling on earth
As a reminiscence of a time when distance wasn’t measured, counted
When it was enough to think strongly of someone in our heart
To know what she was thinking and feeling, wherever she may be
Now, we’ve lost that ability to communicate with everyone at the same time
We’ve lost the sense of the connection we have with every other soul
And that’s why we feel so lonely inside of our body
This gigantic and marvelous pyramid where we live on our own
Where the only way to have a contact with another soul
Is sometimes to climb up our pyramid and make waving gestures toward the top of their pyramid
Or to go down in our basement and turn on the internet
And spend the night there chatting with other souls also confined into their own basements
What if we were confined into the middle floors of our pyramid?
With no access to the interweb, nor to the pyramid top where we can see the landscape around gently lit by the evening sun
Enclosed within our own shadow, our own gloomy solitude
Would we remember how to communicate with others through our heart and our mind?
Would we retrieve the sun shining within us
And filling our soul with light and beauty and truth?
And wouldn’t we be surprised to see that the building we thought a pyramid
Is instead a vast world with mountains and clouds and lakes and islands and pastures
That we’re holding hands metaphorically with all the people we thought we were separated from
And that we’re infinitely strong and infinitely humble
And capable of the deepest of love and the grandest of creation?
“Palais-miroir” is a drawing by Chantal Peguiron