Lee Isaac Chung    

RabbitAs long as I have been able to think, I have derived happiness from the song: ‘Between the mountain and the deep, deep vale’: about the two rabbits who, regaling themselves on the grass, were shot down by the hunter, and, on realizing they were still alive, made off in haste.  But only later did I understand the moral of this: sense can only endure in despair and extremity; it needs absurdity, in order not to fall victim to objective madness.  One ought to follow the example of the two rabbits; when the shot comes, fall down giddily, half-dead with fright, collect one’s wits and then, if one still has breath, show a clean pair of heels.  The capacity for fear and for happiness are the same, the unrestricted openness to experience amounting to self-abandonment in which the vanquished rediscovers himself.  What would happiness be that was not measured by the immeasurable grief at what is?  For the world is deeply ailing.  He who cautiously adapts to it by this very act shares in its madness, while the eccentric alone would stand his ground and bid it rave no more.  He alone could pause to think on the illusoriness of disaster, the ‘unreality of despair’, and realize not merely that he is still alive but that there is still life.  The ruse of the dazed rabbits redeems, with them, even the hunter, whose guilt they purloin. -Adorno


Films: Abigail Harm (2012) | Lucky Life (2010) | Munyurangabo (2007)

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