‘Light’ was the sole entry from Greece in the international short film Santiago de Compostela Festival in Spain and was placed among the ten best in the documentary category for the year 2010. |
Light! An essence from the most ancient fire, at the outset of the world lost back in time, then when the immaterial Spirit shot with light the primeval darkness in an explosive moment of will emitting itself, the inexhaustible, in an unfathomable sacrifice on the outlines of form. The imprisoned darkness breathed. It was a suppliant at the portal of God, worn out by the loss of sight with the condemnation of a boundless time. It was carried with the quivering traces of life without motion, because it was darkness and movement was impossible in its non-existence, on the edges of the free country - that of God. ******* Spirit and matter, the insoluble enigma and yet within us so familiar. And there was a light, great and limitless, and the prison was lit up in an instance. And then dark thoughts terrified showed themselves, wilful dark amid involuntary darkness. Hosts of armies of darkness did battle with the light. But that was elusive, an undefiled beauty which those envied, but it had already entered into them and the battle was lost from the start, in the face of the Boundless, in the face of the Eternal Now. It is only in time that the war still rages, but time is no more than a simple thought of God and unfolds the drama before our eyes in the shadows which the light has made. A drama with lines and colours, in fiery senses of the world exploring its aim perpetually, until all things look like light. Mind and emotions. Who said that the world is empty? The self ceaselessly unfolds itself in the drama of life and the consciousness like another light advances there where the sunlight does not enter in. ******* Light! A magical essence, full of spirit, as much as this world could endure. Life through the breath of nature, ecstatic, on the green carpet of the earth, in the beauty which is revealed triumphantly in the eyes of the beings whose joy is light. Boundless gradations of light tell stories of nature and of man with images, and all seems so natural, because the beginning has been forgotten, then when the unintentional darkness, fainting, lay in the nothingness of vanity without that spark, the abundant spark, of life which mercilessly tenses existence in the games of time, in order to find its self. ******* The old oak-tree in the yard beneath the summer’s sun stands like an unassailable rock, unsleeping guardian of the house, under the weight of so many summer memories of a joyful warmth of life protected in its shade. And the birds and the flowers further off. They live only in the generous light and their graces bring beauty, undefiled by chaos, by that willed darkness which has hidden in the primordial blindness so that death does not find it. Beings of light have supported our life, but we, uncaring, have forgotten them. We are beings of light too, the light did not enter only into our branches, but passed into the crypts of the heart and the brain and the Book of Life opened before our eyes and the course for our soul was illumined too, so that the battle should not be in the dark in a hopeless effort of life, with irresponsibility incapable of giving us solace when the darkness of the heart deludes us with the poor gifts of an imprisoned soul, while all around us the light burgeons triumphantly, in nature and in the inner self. |