I said yesterday and I continue with the idea: if someone gave me, at the age of fourteen, a nuclear bomb, I guarantee that I would blow it up. No doubt about it! I would blow it up, at the very least, to see what would happen, out of curiosity about the explosion. But there it is: nobody, at the age of fourteen, receives a nuclear bomb as a gift. The other bombs—all the ones that passed in my hands!—I exploded, and the ones I did not have, but I saw, worked to get them, and took care that they exploded too. Today, I have no interest in bombs. The bad elements of whom I learned and taught, also not—mostly. To me all of this is quite natural. Maturity demands the experience of deviation, of libertinism, of transgression. More than that: malice is a discipline of practical classes. But what am I getting at? I said maturity: one does not mature at sixty. After an age, a man limits himself to being what he is.
Maturity Eequires the Experience of Deviation
