Have fun with marriage while preparing an eggplant dish


Life is a child wallowing in ashes

I coined this title with insufficient precision to sum up my life now, the life of a child tortured and terrified by the fingers of fire without knowing that that fire would seem so vast and unreal. Hell’s biggest problem is that it isn’t real.

Suppose the scene goes like this: four friends sit in one room, one of whom is married and the rest are single, but not forever, of course.

The three men begin to ridicule marriage, viewing it as a shaky, painful and decadent substance. After a heated argument, the married man clings to the reasons, while the other men cling to the results. In the end, we will decide the answer to the question: Who will throw the eggplant dish on the floor first?

What a person should know before starting marriage is very little and useless, such as: “You must accept your wife well, respect her need and do not lie to her even if you have to.” What a person really needs, that is what he himself will know later.

One of the characteristics of the ideal husband is that he does not despair, even if he sees marriage as a rotting corpse, it is his duty to treat it as if it were alive, and for a poet to write a fleeting aphorism composing over an apparent stable. Marriage could not have a better formulation than what I now propose: To be free, it is his duty to become a man.”

Marriage as a successful literary work

Major marital strife stems from common mistakes. It is like great literary works that are often caused by fleeting encounters, daily stories or resentment invested in the best way. To uproot and neglect history, while women insist that each day comes into its place.

In the kitchen, marriage is adequately understood, as the man throws dishes and breaks them, while the woman picks up shards of glass, and as a result we can align the pieces of glass so that they can be recycled as mirrors… a metaphor.

And just as one prepares to compose a novel, one enters into marriage, relying on the architectural traces of this traditional building that has been on the verge of collapse since the laying of its first departure. It is an ancient and sophisticated kidnapping, as the two parties agree to kidnap their lives, and with the rising of the sun, the two are sure that what has been kidnapped cannot be recovered with the least losses, and return to marriage as a literary work, a long narrative duet that the man begins with impulsiveness, then the woman receives it with hesitation accompanied by hidden ecstasy, which closes its chapters Together follow events and leave bruises, not only in the body as we not approaching a stable marriage, but in the spirit, the spirit as the wooden stage on which the actors stand to perform their roles.

At the end of each chapter, the frogs feel relieved, their chirping indicates that life on land is indeed the hardest, so they start burying their heads in the mud, as that old humidity often gives them a sense of security, which is a scene not unlike the scene of an ostrich burying its head in the sand, as the former seeks safety, while the former seeks safety, while the latter practices a dramatic escape to which we cannot give a philosophical dimension, at least now.

We are expected to complete this novel despite our failure and despair, our frailty and our sinful willingness to continue writing it. It’s a devious job that ends the moment we realize we’re alone and embarrassingly exposed, as one of us turns to cover the other as we unwittingly strip. “They are clothing for you, and you are clothing for them”… It is not in the bedrooms, where the fertile ground for marital crises, defects and defeats is therefore a joke of a different nature. We are hidden from the eyes of passers-by and naked, when we finally end up face to face. The novel achieves temporary solutions, including blowing out the candles to get rid of the howling wind, so the author knows before getting married that the hardest thing one should learn is to only tip the line at its appropriate place.

A perfect God is necessary because it does not exist

Let us say that a person without his ability to add other things to the same things will not be happy, in the sense that human contemplation dresses the world in a lace dress and does not keep it on his rotting skin. This phrase does not lead us to believe that the world is completely rotten, but rather that it is rotten wherever we encounter it and touch it for the first time, since life in it permanently deprives us of knowing what it is because of us getting used to it.

I thought so as I dreamed of a perfect marriage, like that God who opens his doors to us at dawn, helps us, inspires us, heals our wounds, has mercy on us with great wisdom and makes us feel like children in the end and subjects.

For a poet, composing a fleeting aphorism about an apparently stable marriage could find no better formulation than what I now propose: “Everyone has the right to be free, and it is his duty to become a man ” … metaphor

He is a perfect God, and his only bet is time. The woman is aware of time while the man lives it and pollutes it and continues to leave everything to the unknown or to the past, and through that contrast the man describes himself as realism and the woman as distressed, while qualities that others connotations have been chosen, such as high sensitivity against flattening, but life must be lived as swallowing the piece that stings us, including This means that the burning sensation is the one that intensifies the pain.

Others, of course, would like to hear the personal conversation, because personal experiences, although they are the experiences of one person, are supposed to benefit other people because of the similarity of times, fortunes and crises, and the central cause is the similarity only of beginning , since the initiation of marriage is motivated by ancient causes:

Salvation from loneliness – its consolidation –

Overcome Whims – Organize Them –

Have a safe house – always threatened –

stability with family – the need for exile –

From the foregoing, it is noted that marriage is the opposite of what we expect from it, so it must be well understood, that we desire it and watch out for it, and that we see it as a complex addition to the duality of death and life regard. , and the striving of man to feel his existence, that existence which at any moment threatens with extinction.

The eggplant dish goes cold, the marriage continues

Returning to the imagination of an eggplant dish in a room where a married man comes with his bachelor companions, what he misses is the most important aspect: what unites a married man with bachelor companions besides the context of confrontation? The context that places us at the same table as readers examines what the author of the text did not say, not what he said or scattered with obvious clarity or with faint symbolism, and lets us imagine that the married is the one who the plate, imagining that this is the right way to end a byzantine argument, and in the sense opposed to personal emotion, men have their burdens too.

While marital strife begins – a fight for the most insignificant reasons, given that the greatest reasons will not drive one to go to war – while the strife begins in the living room between a couple, the arena is the kitchen, not the bedroom not, as those who have had no living experiences imagine.

In the kitchen, marriage is sufficiently understood and its philosophy unfolds in front of the transparent dishes themselves, as the man throws and breaks the dishes as a party thinking of relaxation, while the woman, who is responsible for the continuation of love and maintaining its cleanliness – its shine continues – picks up the shards of glass, and as a result we can align the pieces of glass with Allowed to be remade as mirrors.

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