You will write the epilogue to my next book.
Two of the styles in the writing of these colophons gravitate around an “impartial spectator” who tries to explain the author through two visions; the first wanders over the text clinging to it in a kind of spontaneous fidelity in which semantic deviations are not allowed, and in turn, the capacity for interpretation is gradually excluded.
In this type of epilogues subscribed to the setting of the narrative, the exercise transcends the field of “appointment and the concrete” and the author acts as an accomplice of the text. In the second form, far from being attached to the literary figures of the work, the amanuensis rushes into the void and discovers new paths in the different atmospheres, even giving the impression at times of disrespecting the one who gave rise to the story, through a disruptive posture, taking the reader to the limit.
One of the exercises that we have surely faced on occasion has been to write our own epilogue. What would you like to see written on your grave? In my case, this footnote has not even been imagined. Perhaps the identity of our personal and company brand is confined to the same corner of the unimagined. The absence of empathy with the purpose could be the inexhaustible engine that essentially leads us astray in each decision that is made.
A few days ago a question about the existence or not of what we call destiny, and my answer was: the existence of it, but only in the past tense. The approach of this response configures a dialogue that lives permanently between the construction or the existence of an irremediable trace of our destiny. Which of the two styles is being built with our way of narrating what is done, and especially what is intended to be done? A challenge written in a gerund, an act that, in itself, depersonalizes any action of the subject.
The translation of signs in literature and their subsequent interpretation in narratives shows the prevailing natural desire of man, to be right, in the inexhaustible semiotic flow of things. Indeed, where could we take a course or two on the importance of signs? With the sole desire to write in a better way an epilogue at the height of the intangible destiny, which undoubtedly exists, whether it is conjugated in the present or the past.