Unbearably light, undeniably precious
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008As a terse warning to an amnesiac world, “history repeats itself” is clever. Applied to an individual lifetime, the old axiom is as false as it would be fantastic.
We live without the benefit of cosmic second chances, do-overs, fresh starts. Each decision we make is frighteningly final; without the ability to rewind time’s relentless spool, we must choose and discern without comparative wisdom. Once we’ve made a choice, we can’t take a mulligan and test alternate outcomes — Robert Frost’s “road less traveled” may take form in the rearview mirror as an eight-lane interstate of regret.
That’s the premise of Franco-Czech novelist Milan Kundera’s “The Unbearable Lightness of Being,” a neat bit of philosophical fiction that left its imprint on at least one more addled mind this month. The theme of whimsy’s painful permanence resonates here at the intersection of roads not taken, paths unmapped and forbidden freeways where the fortunate cruise contentedly.