I just read a quote from Louis-Ferdinand Celine : "Life is a bit of light that ends up in the night." I do not know the innermost thoughts of the author, but rather I want to say exactly the opposite: Life is a long way in the darkness that ends in the light ".
From birth, we are already inhabited by the hope of eternity, the light that never goes out. Already the glow of eternity illuminate the childhood. expectancy may seem a long sleep. One can not wake her up: a sunset, a word of love, a flower, music, prayer or song of a bird. Then the shadows of life and full light closer. It has already, in this semi-darkness , what is expected in full.
Childhood and old age, which seem so different, resemble each other and coexist, until the difference disappears in the full light finish. The age no longer exists, once freed from the grip of time. But as the ages are different, the exception can be felt, as a poet could also write: "The sight of old age child reaches the middle of its games" (1). Amid the decline of old age, the child is still there, and the old man is already present in the newborn.
Why say that life "ends up in the night"? Sunlight and that of reason may well die, but who cares when they are replaced by one that does not turn off!
I'm not sure what you meant, Mr. Louis-Ferdinand Celine . In a citation, you can not see everything. You are no longer of this world, but maybe you knew all that ...
(1) Christian Bobin , in "On the eighth day of the week," p. 38
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