Friday, June 19, 2009

The Pianist

Went to a performance last night of The Pianist, based on the memoirs of Wladyslaw Szpilman.

Part of it was the story of a man who kept an orphanage for Jewish children in the Warsaw ghetto. When they were transported to their deaths in the gas chambers of Auschwitz, he insisted on going with them to protect them as much as he could, even though this meant he would have to die too.

I thought of Daniel and the others we care for. I felt, as if praying, that unless I am that man in relation to them, my life has no meaning.


Sue said...

Can you remind me who Daniel is? Yes, we are so interconnected aren't we, David. I think this is why my own life feels so often meaningless to me at the moment. All of a sudden, this cocoon and shelter I have been in for the past several years necessarily, feels cloying. In that time I have crafted a small tiny little life that nevertheless often feels so incredibly rich in meaning. And yet, now that I feel like I am ready to get back out into the world again and resume my life after the past horrid decade, I think, what point is my meaningful life when I can go for days without sharing it with another human being?

If only for new eyes to see each other with so that we are all safer around each other. It is scary needing other human beings when they can let you down so much, and you them.

goodfornowt said...

Thanks Sue. My next posting is on Daniel. It's for you.