Capitolo 58
The voices back of creation to us to periodic seasons. The soon
bird in spring frightens us with his/her unexpected note; the winter is on and
gone. But any periodic change returns the voices of past
friends. A member of the family embarks on a long trip; but, both it
never so long, if life is saved, the letter is received in that the
words written, so characteristic of him, call his looks and the tones
of his/her voice. Years pass away, and the sound of its footsteps is to the
door again, and its voice is heard in the residence. But of the corpse
there it doesn't come to news; from the grave any voice, from the state separate anybody
communication. With our desire than once more to talk to the past, and to feel
they speaks, we feel that they has to have an intense desire to speak to
us. We ask us us because they doesn't break the silence. There is so a lot of of
what they could inform us; relief would be such, we think, to have
a word from them, assuring us that they arrived in safe, and it is happy,
and, above all the things, granting us their pardon for the sins that
you/he/she has now wakened up the pain. But we wait, and it look, and he/she wonders, in vain.
When we think about the number of the corpse, this silence appears
impressive. Their number exceeds far that of the living one. It was able them I am
assembled together, and it was now able those alive has put ended against them,
on an immense plan, to a spectator from on us we should be a small
society respect with them. If theirs had to lift on their voices
together, ours could not be felt. Still from that enormous crowd us never
also feels voice,--not an a whisper,--neither he/she sees a signal. Being standing in a
cemetery some miles far in the great city, you feel the least one,
roar enveloped by the roads and bridges remembering to the living one,
tide that is coursing along those public road. But with eight thousand of
the corpse around You in that cemetery and a world of spirits that no
men can number, only inside the veil, you don't talk anything to them. Anybody
it comes again to tell us of his/her experience; any warning, neither he/she comforts, neither