Life Of Things & Objects

The dream is an absolutely common and absolutely upsetting phenomenon, which never ceases to leave us perplexed to the point of making us suppose that some extraneous power is transferring us to another dimension. As if attracted by a special force of gravity, however, we are cyclically led back from another space and from another time to the order and continuity of daily life and from the loss of ourselves to our discovery. To designate this reunion with ourselves after everyone's return from the nocturnal world, Proust used an image reminiscent of toy soldiers in childhood games: «It is then said: a leaden sleep. And we seem to have become ourselves, during the brief moments that follow such sleep, nothing more than a little lead man. You are no longer anyone. And why, if so, looking for our thoughts, our personality, how do we look for a lost object, do we end up finding our own self, rather than another? Why, when we start thinking again, does it never happen that another personality different from the first one incarnates in us? ". After the nocturnal interlude, everything gradually returns to its usual position in space and returns to a predisposed mental box. The order of words and things is reborn: we return to the daily routine, reconnecting to previous experiences and awakening dormant restlessness, while things recover their apparent impassivity. After the nocturnal interlude, everything gradually returns to its usual position in space and returns to a predisposed mental box. The order of words and things is reborn: we re-enter the daily routine, reconnecting to previous experiences and awakening dormant anxieties, while things recover their apparent impassivity. After the nocturnal interlude, everything gradually returns to its usual position in space and returns to a predisposed mental box. The order of words and things is reborn: we re-enter the daily routine, reconnecting to previous experiences and awakening dormant anxieties, while things recover their apparent impassivity. Being able to witness the whitening of the night sky every day, at the moment in which the majority of living beings come out of their torpid concentration in themselves to reconnect with the world, is an exceptional event for us. In pre-industrial societies with a prevalence of peasants - when the night had not yet been colonized by the spread of electric lighting, work shifts in the factory or the protraction of leisure - one would wake up, for the most part, to the song of the "winged sentry" of the morning. The classics of literature help us, once again, to reconstruct the atmosphere that surrounded the millennial experience of countless individuals in witnessing the transition from dark to light after their daily resurrection from the little death of sleep. Let us first listen to how Virgil and Ovid describe the rest of all beings in still nature. Virgil says: "It was night, and on earth the tired bodies they enjoyed the placid sleep, and the woods and the stormy sea had calmed down, when the stars turn in the middle of the course, and the fields are silent, the flocks and multicolored birds, and beings contained by the liquid wide expanses and lands bristling with brambles: composed in sleep under the silent night soothed the pains and the forgetful hearts of the troubles " . Ovid takes up this topos in this way: «Deep quiet had freed men, birds and beasts in their sleep without any humming motionless stood and hedges and foliage; humid the air was silent: solitary the stars shone ". .