Description d'un combat

“The human being that you are, with your body keeping rhythm with space and time, if the time that is allotted to you seems so short, and that if even a second escapes you, does it mean your life itself has flown away?
Arrived too late, or maybe too early, for nothing! Under the light that created the shadow, with one single sweep, yet you clash.            
And here you are, stuck in the midst of contradictory forces, fighting against the circumstances yet to come – forcing the old ones and past situations not to bury themselves – pushing the next ones to rise up.      
In such a way, swathed with goodwill, or badwill, your present is their shock, and your resistance their persistence (for one as for the other, helped by one as by the other, depending)             
so that they do not feel oppressed or annihilate themselves.            
So, right in the heart of this “seasickness on terra firma”, through the bifurcation that your presence interjects, you make this past and this future, that perpetually end and begin, exist.  
And, tirelessly, you seek in this place (your place) – this confluence of forces struggling, the distance you require that will offer you an impartial view of what is being played out.       
Will it be necessary to rise above the ever-burning front, to find, in the diagonal cleared by your encounter, the position to hold?         
The place where your position can stand its ground, your position of third parties – witnesses, relays, a position that will offer the opportunity, under any circumstances, to do away with the dire tugs-of-war that have been engaged, and that will open the door, that is not so far away, to a space where friendship reigns.
But will the endless, irascible struggle leave you with enough breath?        
Ever-so devouring by its persistence, it keeps on pushing you away from this possible transmittable conciliation, and leaves you simply embedded in the existence of this rift of time that confronts, that makes your dwelling ground a battle field.
So, perhaps you shouldn’t seek to bridge the breach, but rather to “learn to move forward”?           
Experiment and criticize, in this gathering of bodies positioned, coming and going, over periods of time.
Rise up thanks to life, in the middle of those who have gone and those yet to come, taking the burst from the past, which “hasn’t even passed” like an interval summoned to be populated without suppressing the in-between. Not being afraid of forgetting the name of the inherited “treasure” since it had never planned its own coming.
“- Oh, what’s wrong, you’re all bent!   
– Yes, but you need to understand that a bend is probably the shortest path to reach what seems to be unreachable, or even unexpected.”

Source : Compagnie Maguy Marin