I simply could not ignore the Labour Day while writing the editorial of Parsagon’s May issue. So happy Labour Day to all! The irony of the Labour Day is that many people all over the world (including myself) call it a day. It is a good opportunity to set one’s mind free from the hectic days of the labour while you continue to be vehemently conscious of it. It has happened to many of us that while sitting at our desks in our offices, we are craving for an hour or two during which we can release our minds of the obligations of the everyday work and life. Many are blessed to gain such an opportunity but many only regret it. Let’s wish that our blessed friends take the best advantage of those hours and have a suggestion for many of us who have not.
Our existence obliges the space within which we leave. Our corporeal body assumes for itself this space but the mind never complies with the requirements of space. Inevitably, however, unless the body achieves a safe space, the mind won’t embark on its mysterious journeys. Many of us having been denied the safe individual haven have resorted to the more private, safer and more personal space in literature. I perceive that it is the reason we gather together here.
Literature is also the result of labour. So rejoicing in another one’s labour without being able to be appreciative in the normal sense of the word might not seem moral. However, the nature of this labour obliges reading which is, in turn, an appreciation itself. Many benefit from the minutes spent commuting to and from work while others put the baby to sleep to just read a few pages. This is while many of us even do not care about reading at all. Labour is necessary for leading an earthly life but for the mind we need to create the individual space.
May your labour never get taxing!
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