The Ostensible Culture War in Force…

The ostensible culture war in force, which for decades has tried to contaminate practically all areas of knowledge in a gradual work, already seems to indicate that, in the future, a serenity in analyzing history will be something of a miracle, if not nonsense. Such a phenomenon can no longer be ignored, and by no means constitutes an isolated act in today’s cultural panorama; and even if there is an attempt to deviate from it, it goes inconveniently knocking on all doors, invading homes and imposing itself before the individual. What is to be done? Just as it is convenient to immunize oneself against such agitations, there are cases in which doing so seems like flirting with dishonor. To abstain from the verb, in the current situation, is to allow the lie to be transmitted to the future as history. Lamentable…

Envy Is Invincible

Envy is invincible. Perhaps, among all human feelings, only envy has this absolutely inflexible character. We could observe it from two points of view: that of the one who exercises it, and that of the one who suffers it. The envious person is a slave to this feeling which, if not stimulated, arises and strengthens spontaneously. Even if he wants to overcome it, he cannot do so without disfiguring himself; therefore, the most he can do is to engage in a continuous combat, and continue despite of defeats. As for the envied, that is, the patient of envy, what can he do? This one, no doubt, finds himself even more powerless in the face of the problem, and it seems that no action he may take will be able to annul it. He may resort to contempt, which is a reasonable solution, and will only deviate from the natural discomfort he is experiencing, but will never defeat the agent. In short: the difference, in both perspectives, seems to be simply reduced to two postures: that of those who incite, and that of those who avoid envy; in both cases, a difference of character only, not of results.

Life Only Seems Monotonous…

Life only seems monotonous to those who do not pay it enough attention. It is enough to register it to perceive it, if one’s eyes are not open enough, or if one’s memory fails. This is a truth that strikes one when one realizes it: suddenly, many seemingly banal singularities of the past, which have passed unnoticed, seem to make sense. Then, it becomes very difficult not to tend toward an almost mystical interpretation of reality, since immense effort is required to deny hidden connotations that reveal themselves to be realities infinitely more plausible to reasoning. In short: monotony, more often than not, is mere inattention.

Art, in Its Most Authentic Manifestation, is the Expression…

The artist who aspires to success while alive deserves it, and deserves it because art is a very difficult choice. However, such an artist can never, ever aspire to a position among the greatest, since supreme art expects nothing and has nothing to expect. Art, in its most authentic manifestation, is the expression that springs from a need and has as its purpose the expression itself. It matters little the means by which it expresses itself, or the techniques it uses: these are mere details which, when over-emphasized, obscure this self-evident truth: great art is not made on a whim.