2023-08-14 21:03:48
When we think of Syria, we are caught up in the whirlwinds of lies and infamy, by the flood of migrants manipulated in the interests of nations, by militarized anarchy in the service of politics, to the point that we forget that its territory is an open-air museum equivalent to the size of a country. It would simply wash away the mud that covers its landscape. To visit a city or a country is to practice the heroism of walking and discover the historical wealth, but also the humanitarian echo transmitted by its monuments through the millennia. A nation’s wisdom emerges from the truth of its historical heritage. Subjected to violence, ideologies or dictatorships, it tends to disintegrate and lose its authenticity. Standing in Rome under Mussolini’s balcony, no one might suspect that the Syrian drama was being told on the floor of the duce’s former offices. However, the Palazzio Venezia, whose rugged history stretches back centuries, had been transformed into a national museum. That day, Rome rediscovered and mourned Syria, its former province. An iconoclastic exhibition once morest planned destruction, “Syria, splendor and drama”, organized by Italian benefactors and experts to shed light on the dangers lurking in Syria’s cultural heritage being pulverized before the eyes of an indifferent international community and silent, accused of complicity and conspiracy, projected the magnificence of the universal heritage spread over several centuries from which the panorama of the country benefits, subjected to a systematic disintegration, highlighting the appalling human tragedy, while the roots of a civilization suffered an irreversible eradication, underlining the scale of the cultural catastrophe, the ultimate outcome of which would be a selective amnesia of origins, reducing the intellectual capacities of an entire people to a reductive horizon.
A montage of static slides of peaceful Syria, suddenly atomized by cries of panic, artillery fire, the crash of bombs, explosions, the sound of sirens, the hum of a helicopter, captured by videos of a rare intensity, all punctuated by a soundtrack by Ennio Morricone, accentuates the dimension of the tragedy. All the roots of a civilization, Roman Syria, the citadel of Aleppo, the Christian sanctuaries, the Islamic and Ottoman past risked disappearing in the murderous madness. Already the Syria of the resistance axis had embraced the abandonment of culture, but a people stripped of their historical heritage also risks losing their truth, already so difficult to collect. Maybe it’s the hidden intention? The intense effort to impose another reality decomposes its identity and its culture. In a dramatic way, tearing all expectation, the truth, fragmented by various currents and rigid thought, had already escaped from Syria in successive waves. Besides, she had never found the welcome of a sanctuary there. It was 2014. Today, in 2023, fragments of truth that had survived in the carnage, considered as so many sacred dogmas, continue to lull the illusions of several inflamed minds, stimulated by the confusion of feelings.
“I wish to discover truth as easily as I detect falsehood,” Cicero wrote in De natura deorum regarding truth. A concept difficult to define which escapes any delimitation. His path is strewn with obstacles, highlighting the limits and the inevitable dislocations of the spirit victim of the dynamism imposed by his quest. But what Nietzsche calls “the spirit of heaviness”, an intellectual posture imbued with fixed and rigorous pipework, ankylosed principles and a narrow and suffocating knowledge, convinced of possessing the ultimate truth, imposes itself as the obstacle irreducible to restructuring. We forget the essentials of a country, we corrupt its soul, we disfigure its specificity, we disarticulate its truth. In short, the Syrian tragedy is only an amplified late copy of the Lebanese tragedy, but also its framework, and whose weave, woven by disparate fragments of truth, having lost all coherence, continues through the meanders of prosaism. and insipidity in the search for a lost truth, bogged down in the quicksand of the struggle for power and social elements. Some seek through these fragments of truth, deformed by allegorical perspectives, to weld the disjoint gear. No omnipotence can have a permanent impact.
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When we think of Syria, we are caught up in the whirlwinds of lies and infamy, by the flood of migrants manipulated in the interests of nations, by militarized anarchy in the service of politics, to the point that we forget that its territory is an open-air museum equivalent to the size of a country. It would simply be necessary to wash away the mud which covers its landscape….
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