"We're Prisoners of War," Chacko said. "Our dreams have been doctored. We belong nowhere. We sail unanchored on troubled seas. We may never be allowed ashore. Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter."
Then, to give Estha and Rahel a Sense of Historical Perspective (though Perspective was something which, in the weeks to follow, Chacko himself would sorely lack), he told them about the Earth Woman. He made them imagine that the earth -- four thousand six hundred million years old -- was a forty-six year old woman -- as old, say, as Aleyamma Teacher, who gave them Malayalam lessons. It had taken the whole of the Earth Woman's life for the earth to become what it was. For the oceans to part. For the mountains to rise. The Earth Woman was eleven years old, Chacko said, when the first single-celled organisms appeared. The first animals, creatures like worms and jellyfish, appeared only when she was forty. She was over forty-five -- just eight months ago -- when dinosaurs roamed the earth.
"The whole of human civilization as we know it," Chacko told the twins, "began only two hours ago in the Earth Woman's life. As long as it takes us to drive from Ayemenem to Cochin."
It was an awe-inspiring and humbling thought, Chacko said, (Humbling was a nice word, Rahel thought. Humbling along without a care in the world), the whole of contemporary history, the World Wars, the War of Dreams, the Man on the Moon, science, literature, philosophy, the pursuit of knowledge -- was no more than a blink of Earth Woman's eye.
pp. 52-53,
The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy.
First HarperPerennial Edition. 1998.
Genre: Fiction, Novel.
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