There are inexplicable experiences, the scale of which can only be grasped by he who has lived them first-hand. One of these is undoubtedly the deceitfulness of modernity. The amount of lies that are taught in schools today, or rather the amount of lies that students assimilate not just as certainties, but with veneration, is something that men from other eras could only understand superficially. Complete falsehoods, such as the history of the French Revolution, or the biographies of figures like Newton, Descartes, Machiavelli, or the emergence of so-called modern science, or the history of the Inquisition, the Catholic Church, slavery, and the list goes on and on, one has to have swallowed and digested them very well to be able, years later, to shake with the proper astonishment at seeing them incontestably debunked by a huge pile of books and documents. All lies! All saturated with ulterior motives! Then one feels the contempt that modernity deserves, and only a good modern is capable of feeling it.
Category: Notes
The Act That Unites Writers and Sets…
The act that unites writers and sets them apart from ordinary people is sitting down to write. Sitting down, isolating the mind, enveloping it in a silence that only allows the inner voice to manifest. And then to put it down on paper. This act, which is both creative and organizing, if for some it serves as therapy, for all it serves as a guide, and once the brain gets used to it, to refrain from it is almost always to fall into disorientation.
While It Is True That the Writer…
While it is true that the writer, unlike the public man, does not usually receive the reward of his work in this life, it is also true that he is practically immune to everything that would destroy the career of the latter. Often, the opposite is true, and those traits of conduct or personality that, to a public man, would be a certain scandal, take on an intriguing character. In this sense, the writer is privileged and enjoys the advantage of not having to falsify himself in order to exercise his profession.
It Is Rather Agonizing to Run Through…
It is rather agonizing to run through the pages of that novelist who, being a good writer, meticulous and serious, cannot rise above the banal. Oh, how unfortunate! We cheer for him, we want to help him, we hope that on the next page the narrative will reach a higher level; but it is no use, nothing comes of it, and in the end we are left to lament. At least we remember that the great writer is great among many, and it is precisely his rarity that makes him special.