Metaphor of the times
Sun San finds shelter in the shade of an olive tree when the owner of a nearby farm approaches. Recognising the man quiet and still, the neighbour respectfully greets him, as custom requires. Trivialities are advanced, health, the weather. The farmer forwards complaints on the draught chastising the land and ruining the crops, drying and parching the cereal stems. The harvest will be lost, hunger will follow. What can one do, it’s life, he mutters.
A hurried neighbour comes along down the footpath. His business is not so urgent that he does not stop and respectfully greet Sun San. Trivialities are discussed, health, the weather. The newcomer expresses grievance against the dryness in the air that burns his skin and is cause of hardship in the form of asthma, blaming the heat that suffocates him all night. What can one do, it’s life, he echoes the farmer's words.
Sun San raises from rest, turns his back on the grudging men and stares still at the horizon. Forgive us, Master, for our useless conversation, one of the men dared. We didn’t mean to disturb you. And Sun San said:
- You both show certitude on what life is and I claim no knowledge. You know so much that you believe it useless to be unresigned. I'll rather learn nothing from you and hold to my rebel spirit: that I am the maker of life and not life that has its way with me.
You disbelieve. Surrender me then to the ignorance of the faithfull, for this I know and nothing else: in darkness shall I seek the light, and in hard times find the opportunity.