“Our cherub transforms into an instrument
Of four cords, the greatest tool ever forged
Our traitor will be hands that perpetually play each note
Without rest, together they are but just one song
Omega and its companion musician of the cords”
The last few verses, a translation of the poem “Incendio en el Cielo” (“Fire in the Heavens”, the closest translation I could think of) which I wrote about a year and a half ago, is a piece of a series of poems that have the theme of incorporating interactions between wind and fire, and its eventual conclusion “La Arrasada” (“The Scorching”). I believe it makes a fitting introduction for my first real blog entry.
Truth be told I’ve been feeling sort of depressed lately, and when these feelings invade an individual, they tend to seek isolation. From these days of being by myself I have had the time to rethink many things, restate and reorganize my priorities. You see, there exist a group of people in our world that are just born with a curiosity to learn more about the environment that surrounds us. These curiosities can range from volcanoes to oceans to the vast ranges of weather phenomena that our planet has. If you haven’t realized it yet, we live in a beautiful, unique planet (or, statistically, one that has very low probability of having a nearly identical twin somewhere in the universe., even though, truth be told, there is an estimate of about 10^50 stars in our universe, so who knows? … oh physics).
So back on topic, there are people that are born with a natural curiosity to learn more about nature, our environment and the things that make out planet so unique. I guess (or at least I have written in many essays) I am one of those people. When I was a little kid, I found it to be so amusing to see a bunch of trade cumulus clouds appear in the sky, at about 10 in the morning. It looked like an ant invasion, so many of them, all of a sudden, looking puffy and white, like cotton candy. Of course, by the time the afternoon came, they’d become a thunderstorm and it would be raining like crazy. No umbrella or poncho could save you from this downpour. If you are not convinced, there was this one time when I was 10 that I got caught in one of these rain events while I was walking home. The strong winds managed to blow away both my umbrella and my poncho! After that I would just wait until it got clear again. Then at night we would get invaded by those pesky flying ants, but that’s another story!
So I was always looking at the sky, looking at the TV (especially the Weather Channel, loved the tropical update at 10 before the hour) and had my little maps. The internet was not yet as big as it is today for me, for I had no internet or dial up (remember the dial up sound!). It was very clear that this was the path I wanted in life: the atmosphere! In reality, fulfilling this dream is not as simple as it looked. It is so complicated that we will probably never be able to completely understand it, and there will probably never be enough computer capacity to model every single detail about it (at least not in this generation, or the next)!
So, why even bother with something that is seemingly impossible to do. Our atmosphere, as well as all the other components of our Earth, are so important to our everyday life, people don’t even have a clue at times. It pretty much defines our daily activities, and can go as far as defining cultures and communities. Just take two places, say Alaska and Hawaii, see the difference?
This has been my strife, my life, pretty much my everything. It runs in my blood like the DNA of every single event that lead to the creation of our latino (Puertorrican) community, and to who I am today. It is a raging firestorm, yet an instrument, both fused together into this harmonious melody, just like the poem I described above. I am not alone in this, we are many. Some are seeking the lost tune of thunder, others the song of earth. But just like fire can be, restless and fierce, it can be choked down as well. I live my day to day giving it my all, to reach the things that I want without much rest. Every once in a while I stop and can’t go any further and am forced to take a breather. After some time of neglecting most of the things I should not, I came to the realization that this is what I want. I want to write, everything from poems to stories to just plain thoughts! I love to do this, and I love that people can take their time to read it. It is fun, and we all learn! It nothing less than a pleasure to be at your service, to be a tool of exchanging the things we know (hence the blog title), to extend my hand to everyone. Like my fictional character above, I hope to also be an instrument, but not a musical one, but at least one of entertainment!