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The Artist and the Coherence

I will say here what is an obviousness to me: an artist owes nothing for coherence.. If he thinks it is necessary, he has the freedom to throw it into space. And why do I say that? Because bores me seeing critics say about how incoherent an author is. For me it is very clear: when a philosopher or essayist sits and puts himself to write the goal is one: logic; the author will organize his arguments to expose his reasoning in the most clear and accurate way he can achieve. Not the artist. When an artist sits at the table the goal is another: it is to express the feeling with the greatest power possible, or to make the strongest impression on the reader. Different things. That’s why it is impossible to compare Aristotle and Fernando Pessoa. One does one thing, another does another. And the artist who sacrifices expression for coherence simply diminishes his art: defending ideas does not concern his work. On the verses of a giant:

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself;
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

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Future of Humanity

I have some optimistic perspectives on the future of humanity. Here is one: I imagine a hypothesis in which, in the near future, digital advances would enable John, a cold meat storer, to buy a ticket to embark forever on an instigating virtual reality. (In order for the world to become really better with the advance, the ticket price would have to be affordable; say, costing the equivalent of three years of manual labor.) Then John would no longer be an underpaid worker, with terrible prospects, dissatisfied with life, harassed by the banks and would adopt an interesting nickname, giving up a poor life to enter in another stimulant, full of adventures and challenges, that kept glory and respect for the hardworking player. The new John, depending on his effort, could occupy a prominent position in his new reality. On the other side, here on the real world, science could invent a machine that would maintain the functioning of the brain independently of the body; this would allow John, once a participant in the new reality, to be cut from the neck down, and his vital organs could be destined for transplants. It is rather an optimistic possibility: John would be satisfied and make the happiness of some needy. In addition, his remains – at first useless – could be used in scientific research or other purposes that interested the evolution of mankind. I believe that, in this way, science and digital technology would certainly be operating for general happiness, for the well-being of society and for the progress of humanity in a socially sustainable and conscious way.

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Intelligent Attitude

Perhaps it is an intelligent attitude to inebriate the senses at every opportunity and in all the free time that arises, throwing sand into consciousness and silenting the inner voice that arises singing to the human being the macabre melody of the emptiness. Is facing it a sign of courage? It could be… But certainly denying the abyss (eternally postponing the confrontation with nothingness) allows a socially acceptable and sensible life according to the terms of modernity. The other option is, dancing to the sound of a funeral waltz, sinking into desperate and atrocious melancholy.

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Alfred de Vigny: “La solitude est sainte”

“La solitude est sainte” — said, in the nineteenth century, the French romantic poet Alfred de Vigny. Today, I find it impossible to write a phrase like this; I mean, the stones would be the inevitable reception. In our time, everything is collective: men are hand in hand circling around the beautiful world they share. And if, for a moment, someone feels an impulse to seclusion, a need for loneliness, he should not make a fuss! Otherwise, he will be crushed as an insect, censored by anyone who has the displeasure of seeing his lack of social maturity. The loner is sick, not having in himself the sense of collectivity is to be inferior. Today, only the common good matters, and only to the common good should direct the efforts a sensible, modern and conscious human. Therefore, I consider myself to be a quadruped: I judge any kind of collective intelligence impossible and I have no sense of belonging in me. The human being, for me, only develops intellectually in silence and retreat. So I cannot be read, so I cannot even find a Vigny’s book in Portuguese on Amazon. This century is too spacious to provide accommodation for solitude..

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