Tito Genova Valiente
It is the last day of the year and even if this terminating of the year is a fairly recent human invention, we are convinced really that the 31st of December of any year is the last day of the year. And, sorrow and regrets are fashionable and smart response to this realization.
Some people have New Year’s Resolutions and some people buy round fruits. If I may borrow a classic comment from Cristy Fermin who is consistent with her abhorrence of Kris Aquino, which I share: Kris is someone who, it seems does not have New Year’s resolutions. The punch line is this: kaya si Kris inuulit niya ang sarili na parang kasaysayan.
Each living day we destroy a significant building and put up one more unnecessary deceiving source of material convenience, we sever a link to the past and assure ourselves a terrible rupture from a future that will have meaning for us all rather than a one-sided contribution to the coffers of a government that is local in the limited sense of that word.
Then – and even now perhaps – it was never kitsch to sing a song like “Winter Wonderland”: Sleigh bells are you listening/In the lane, snow is glistening. It becomes even mystical: In the meadow we can build a snowman/And pretend he’s Parson Brown.” Capping this colonial experience, it calls that Later on, we’ll conspire/As we dream by the fire.” A fireplace!
The 8th of December in the Catholic calendar is Immaculate Conception, a mystery of infinite density that non-Catholics would find allure in. Years and years ago, in 1941, this tremendous mystery, however, vanished with the skies filled by what were called then enemy planes.