In
response to a rich man who thought to say that "The poor do not
read because they are ignorant", here is a text from our brother
Alfredo Mires published two years ago in the book "Esa
luz de más adentro" (That light
from deep inside):
The
Communal Root of Health
He
is not ignorant he who does not know the multiplication chart or the
lyrics of the national anthem. It is not ignorance not travelling to
other countries or not knowing how to eat with a knife and fork. Less
ignorance still is not knowing the name of the singer of the moment
or the last political event of the country.
We
in the countryside call ignorance the lack of generosity, the lack of
gratitude and gratuity. Ignorant are the abusive and the hurtful, the
mean and the opportunistic, the creeper, the coward, the traitor and
the trickster. Ignorant is he who is disrespectful, who does not know
how to live in community, who does not share and does not dream.
Whoever
denies and offends the life of the other is more than ignorant: he is
wretched. Bitter must be the life of one who does not know how to
appreciate the value of the rest. That is why God appears in the form
of a beggar, the poorest of the poor, to test the inner worth of his
people.
Whoever
prides himself on the clothes he wears, on what he earns by
exploiting or being exploited, on the titles or foolish reasons that
confer banal powers on the brute, are only walking tombs, sad
headstones, truncated flowers, forced tears. Ignorant.
To
see potatoes, corn, peas, or ocas as mere products, as simple
"natural resources," is a shame. Because it is not an
object that which lives and that which is the generous fruit of the
earth and of the creative efforts of our grandparents.
That
is what our elders teach us, that is what the stories of all the
communities in the Andes tell us: that food is sacred, that they are
a blessing, that every plant, every stone, every beat has its power
and fortune.
These
tales of ours, fruitful school of the deepest knowledge, tell us that
the health of the people depends on this grace, on the mutual
affection among all living beings, on the endearing affection, on the
highest respect, on the primordial kinship among all of us who have
been creating together.
When
the cornfields and potato plants sing in the wind, when the
ocas rest in the sun to sweeten us later, when the whole earth is a
permanent promise, we know that it is worth living, and that this
feeling alone is wisdom. This is the health that does not reside in
hospitals nor pharmacies. This is the foundation that escapes
ignorance.