"The time is out of joint. O, cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!"
Hamlet, William Shakespeare
When I first read this, suddenly Hermann Hesse's "Steppenwolf" novel came to my mind.
This beautiful (and meaningful) novel talks about the crisis of a 48 year old man, Harry Haller, his conflicts with a world that he views as populated by people living meaningless lives, his frail belief in a "personal" world where knowledge and art are the only worthy things, and his difficult path towards a different (and more real) vision of life.
In the first pages, so, Harry is described as one of that few men who, born in a "wrong" time, like between two different eras, are able to feel all the contradictions and sufferings of their time and world.
A man born in a time out of joint, this makes me think.
But now, seeing what every day happens in our world, today, 15 August 2005, yesterday and tomorrow, I wonder if does really exist a "right" time, opposed to a "wrong" one ...
And I think that maybe it is always wrong, always "out of joint", and never, never, right.
And that only a few persons can feel this, living all the contradictions and sufferings of this condition and consciousness ... like Hamlet, like Harry.
Because there's no hope for the time to be right.