above, or else below, that is an infinitesimal step either on this side,
beyond reality to which thought and life and the world correspond, there
is nothing. (Pause.
The voice softens) Not that empty and frightful nothing, which everybody
is bound to come across sooner or later; (in a bright limpid voice
as if it were going to welcome a newly born) there is a kind of nothing,
which has just been discovered, e newly generated being, an uncreated
universe, which is neither urged to become concrete nor to exist, (Pause).
It is a universe which will never be the way we have imagined
It is not a thing, neither its loss. It does neither hoard nor fill; it
lives and dies - it neither lives nor dies (a mystery). Never fixed, it
establishes nothing beforehand. It does not require to exist, it does
not need to be thought of. (Pause). It is the place of a fulfilled
nothing, a "good infinite" greater than any other infinite.
(Taking a deep breathe. And then rushing the speech). Here there
is neither land, nor sea, nor light, nor shadow, nor sky, nor stars. (Pause).
No humans, no plants, no animals: here dying of the concrete thing has
ceased. There is neither being, nor having; there is neither envy, nor
possession, nor hate and not even unconscious love. (Pause).
(With a deep voice). Here is detachment, the largest void beyond
grief. It is the word beyond itself, (stressing the intonation)
the speech beyond the imprinting it leaves, beyond its own meaning. (Pause).
Where dying ceases, the Other becomes true. Absence originates and disappears
as well, rich in spirits and mercy. Brimming with itself, its saying and
contradicting, differently from the body-brain. (With a different tone
of the voice and hurrying up the speech towards its end). Grief and
matter without the power of assertion, the imprint of prevarication. The
species Homo has finished outside itself in the end, fascinated by the
masterly game of absent void, of a free and discerning questioning.
VOICE OF ALILANTI IN METI, IN A-LOGO.
You blessed ones
SECOND OFF-STAGE VOICE (The same as before, now open to humour,
light-hearted, lively and cheerful, with a hint of melancholy at the bottom.
Like a nursery rhyme.)
It's a nothing
We rejoice in,
Sober, alert, saddened at times,
Yet happy and proud we are,
And by no means frightened,
often lively and happy,
outside the same old embellishments.