Man is never given the chance to do everything he wants, but equally, he is never denied the chance to act at all. Everything is always between these two extremes and, most of the time, one can do more than one supposes. One cannot, however, act in the past or move forward in time, and such impossibilities often embarrass. Such impossibilities, in fact, can only constrain, and until one learns to despise them, one doesn’t value the much, even the surplus, that one can take advantage of.
Category: Notes
It Is Interesting to Note That Some Personalities…
It is interesting to note that some personalities are based on an irrational element which, although it may seem absurd at times, acts as a unifier. Just imagining it absent, the whole being falls apart. However, the attribute of mad people that they often receive is, if not false, extremely simplistic. Because the same irrationality that throws up the most outrageous contradictions, that leads to incredible errors, that clouds reason and gets out of control, is also responsible for a cohesion, an energy and a resilience that seem superhuman. Personalities like this, unusual but existing, invalidate behavioral manuals and, in the end, enrich the concept of man.
The Relationship Between Some Writers…
The relationship between some writers and their illness is difficult to explain. A normal person, without the slightest discomfort, can find all the excuses he needs not to write. If he suffers from an illness, there is nothing to say. So we see not one, not two, but many writers who have not only persevered with their illness for months, years or a lifetime, but who have made the illness itself a source of motivation. This is no small feat, and it is not easy to imagine. There are illnesses that one never gets used to, but it seems that these are the ones that trap you and leave you with no other option.
It Is Strange to Be Completely Unaware…
It is strange to be completely unaware of one hundred percent of contemporary literary production and to notice that no writer from any country has ever behaved like this. To write, to make writing the center of one’s existence, and never have opened a novel by a living author! Not knowing names, titles, everything! And carry on as if everything were normal… Whether or not this is necessary is an idle question, but it is certainly an attitude that reinforces the feeling of total isolation.