Letter to a beautiful soul

Solomeo, 10 January 2025

O beautiful soul, in this serene evening, in my beloved Solomeo hamlet, where silence, preserved by memory, reigns as king, and thoughts are freed from words, I wish to think of you and dedicate my heart to you.

Beautiful soul, in whom are reflected all the beautiful souls of Creation, all those a benevolent destiny allowed me to encounter for a life that has been joyful, you are graceful because you cherish the hope that leads us towards a new time.

And what would we be without hope? What would we be if we did not lift our gaze towards the sky, ever so diverse and magnificent, if we were not moved by the sight of the firmament, when the stars shine more numerous than the droplets in the sea?

The tempus novum already emerges, like the dawn of the joyous future that awaits us, as day by day, year by year, century by century, it enriches the memory with the wisdom of nameless generations.

O beautiful soul, in the hope of the new time, I delight in glimpsing the shoots of a youth unaffected by the passing of years, eternally renewing itself, and ensuring the perpetual beauty of nature — that nature which the Illuminists deemed divine. And you alone, in the vastness conferred upon you by Plato, are perhaps the one allowing us to discern the delicate balance between the future and the past.

Yet, at times, we perceive that humanity is stricken by a certain malady of the soul, and it is often the young who suffer the most. At such moments, it becomes important to heed the pain of those around us, for if we are in a position to do so — when our own soul is joyful —we may convey gladness to those who are in difficulty, shutting themselves off perhaps because they are too bashful to voice their emotions or lack the hope that their anguish might be eased.

Dialogue comes from listening, and dialogue is the balm of the soul. Though the forms of pain are manifold, its essence is singular. I praise the soul, for it is like a tender flower that unfurls towards the sun. How I wish that every human being would be ready to attend to the malady of another’s soul; for I have learned that to assist those around us elevates ourselves. If we are able to discuss with one another on the matters of the soul, we shall feel lighter, uplifted, and drawn closer to being aware of what brotherhood of peoples truly is and of how vital it is for humanity.

Let us remember that we are all brothers and sisters; we should listen more frequently to the hope that dwells within the soul. This letter, then —this humble praise that I dedicate to you, O beautiful soul — arises from the sentiment that stirs within me when I reflect on all those souls who long to reclaim happiness, and who shall rediscover, in the eyes and words of those who know how to listen, a renewed trust in the tempus novum. This is the wish I make with all my heart.