If someone forces me to choose within all my favorite books, maybe I would choose Melville’s book Moby Dick. Any reason? Of course I find many of them every time I read this fantastic epic book, this awesome adventure travel, this heroic story about a tragic character hidden inside his obsession. Capitan Ahab is the madman who convinces a whole crew that the madness is the same as the good sense, that the madness is the only way to find the wisdom at the end of this road we call life.
The trip of Pequod is an injury in our religious hearts… the crew looking for the sense beyond the whales, the man looking for the sense beyond the Humankind and the words of prophets. Moby Dick is the end of this travel and the beginning of the man’s longest journey to eternity. Moby Dick is the final fight between Humankind and Mythology, between old religious stories and new beliefs… the most wise man in a ship that contains all types of diseases a man could imagine. Moby Dick is the animal memory, the greatest fish ever written and the slightest forgotten dream ever told… Moby Dick is the sleepy beast who lives in all of us, the sensibility that lives in every war and the man who dreams to reach the infinite with his wasted hands of his lost years.
Great White Whale who still waits for us, Great White Whale who still obsesses us, Great White Whale who will live with us forever. The beast is here now, he can see it. Now, we are ready. We have our harpoons in our wasted arms, we have our illusions pending on the madman’s good sense, pending on the end of a trip that began with the beginning of times and the Creation of Man. The winds breaks our faces, we need to close our eyes trying not to see the image beyond the mirror, the secure reflect of the whale who dresses a mask with our won faces, who dresses the mask of all human sins.
Call me Ishmael, call me Moby Dick… call me God.
**Written by Martin Cid http://www.martincid.com