APRIL, A FIGMENT OF OUR IMAGINATION
April, that cruelest month, mixing memory and desire, is ready to depart this year. Today it is gasping for its last breath before going the way of all calendar months. And this may sound very lyrical and all, as Holden Caulfield would say, but it is a delusion, a figment of our imagination, as are most of our inventions, including words. What´s in a "word"? April does not exist; we have invented it, as we have invented words whose meanings are elusive and hard to capture, like happiness, perfection, freedom, democracy, and God itself. And yet, when we utter those words we think we know what we are saying, and the recipient thinks he understands what you are saying... but, alas! is it so? This thought leaves me pensive and sad, this last day of April 2023.