DOGS ARE TEACHING US
Volete conoscere il futuro dell'uomo? Ci può aiutare il viaggio increbile e poetico di Simak nel suo romanzo "CITY" che nella traduzione italiana diventa 'ANNI SENZA FINE'. Nel racconto n.VII dal titolo 'ESOPO' vede l’umanità arrivare veramente là dove nessun uomo è mai giunto prima, lasciando il nostro pianeta in eredità ad amici affettuosi,cioè ai cani, incapaci alla loro maniera di dimenticarsi di noi.
L’uomo diventa il mito, una creatura superiore che I cani adulti raccontano ai cuccioli, nelle lunghe serate d’inverno davanti al fuoco, catturando la loro attenzione, di quando l’Uomo ancora abitava la Terra, costruiva Città e scatenava terribili Guerre.
"…Che cos’è una Guerra?..."
L’uomo diventa il mito, una creatura superiore che I cani adulti raccontano ai cuccioli, nelle lunghe serate d’inverno davanti al fuoco, catturando la loro attenzione, di quando l’Uomo ancora abitava la Terra, costruiva Città e scatenava terribili Guerre.
"…Che cos’è una Guerra?..."
[..]Ci sono leggende che i Cani raccontano quando le fiamme ruggiscono alte e il vento soffia dal Nord. Allora ogni famiglia si raccoglie intorno al focolare e i cuccioli siedono muti ad ascoltare e quando la storia è finita fanno molte domande: che cos’è un uomo? Oppure che cos’è una città?... Non c’è una risposta precisa a domande di questo genere. Ci sono supposizioni, teorie e ipotesi, ma nessuna vera risposta[..] Clifford Simak, City, VII, ESOPO.
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"[..] This new psychology the Dogs are teaching us is going just a bit too far[...]"
"[…]This was a different world. A different world-different in more ways than one. A world so full of life that it hummed in the very air. Life, perhaps, that could not run so fast nor hide so well. The wolf and bear met beneath the great oak tree and stopped to pass the time of day. "I hear," said Lupus, "there's been killing going on." Bruin grunted. "A funny kind of killing, brother. Dead, but not eaten." "Symbolic killing," said the wolf. Bruin shook his head. "You can't tell me there's such a thing as symbolic killing. This new psychology the Dogs are teaching us is going just a bit too far. When there's killing going on, it's for either hate or hunger. You wouldn't catch me killing something that I didn't eat." He hurried to put matters straight. "Not that I'm doing any killing, brother. You know that." "Of course not," 'said the wolf. Bruin closed his small eyes lazily, opened them and blinked. "Not, you understand, that I don't turn over a rock once in a while and lap up an ant or two." "I don't believe the Dogs would consider that killing," Lupus told him gravely. "Insects are a little different than animals and birds. No one has ever told us we can't kill insect life." "That's where you're wrong," said Bruin. "The Canons say so very distinctly. You must not destroy life. You must not take another's life." "Yes, I guess they do," the wolf admitted sanctimoniously. "I guess you're right, at that, brother. But even the Dogs aren't too fussy about a thing like insects. Why, you know, they're trying all the time to make a better flea powder. And what's flea powder for, I ask you? Why, to kill fleas. That's what it's for. And fleas are life. Fleas are living things." Bruin slapped viciously at a small green fly buzzing past his nose.[…]"
"[..] This new psychology the Dogs are teaching us is going just a bit too far[...]"
"[…]This was a different world. A different world-different in more ways than one. A world so full of life that it hummed in the very air. Life, perhaps, that could not run so fast nor hide so well. The wolf and bear met beneath the great oak tree and stopped to pass the time of day. "I hear," said Lupus, "there's been killing going on." Bruin grunted. "A funny kind of killing, brother. Dead, but not eaten." "Symbolic killing," said the wolf. Bruin shook his head. "You can't tell me there's such a thing as symbolic killing. This new psychology the Dogs are teaching us is going just a bit too far. When there's killing going on, it's for either hate or hunger. You wouldn't catch me killing something that I didn't eat." He hurried to put matters straight. "Not that I'm doing any killing, brother. You know that." "Of course not," 'said the wolf. Bruin closed his small eyes lazily, opened them and blinked. "Not, you understand, that I don't turn over a rock once in a while and lap up an ant or two." "I don't believe the Dogs would consider that killing," Lupus told him gravely. "Insects are a little different than animals and birds. No one has ever told us we can't kill insect life." "That's where you're wrong," said Bruin. "The Canons say so very distinctly. You must not destroy life. You must not take another's life." "Yes, I guess they do," the wolf admitted sanctimoniously. "I guess you're right, at that, brother. But even the Dogs aren't too fussy about a thing like insects. Why, you know, they're trying all the time to make a better flea powder. And what's flea powder for, I ask you? Why, to kill fleas. That's what it's for. And fleas are life. Fleas are living things." Bruin slapped viciously at a small green fly buzzing past his nose.[…]"
