These days when you wake up, unexpectedly, with a mad urge to understand everything about yourself… And then you rummage through files, books, memories, and notes; desperately search for new sources, forcing flashes of insight into what you did not perceive before. During the process, those forgotten certainties resurface in your mind, often as if they were new, though they have already been the subject of reflection. These are good days… But the knowledge one has about oneself, though it may connect and give meaning to the past, though it may guide the future, reaffirm vows, and recall decisions, can do nothing against this gigantic unknown, which leaves one’s entire existence open-ended, to be properly understood only when one no longer exists.
Category: Notes
It Really Is Something Indescribable…
Ah, memories!… It really is something indescribable to play at reliving them, mentally experiencing what one was unable to live through. Saying what one did not have the courage to say, prolonging a moment that chance interrupted… And then reflecting on what might have happened. It is true: most of the time, nothing extraordinary, and the exercise is nothing more than an imaginative game. One derives some pleasure from it; but, in the end, one concludes that what was meant to happen did happen.
What Is Truly Striking About Humble People…
What is truly striking about humble people is this ability, no doubt forged by necessity, to simply live in the present, letting whatever happens, happen. They seem to know that worrying is pointless, and that it is unwise to fret over hypothetical problems, which are sometimes unfounded and sometimes unsolvable. They live in the now, whether enjoying or suffering, but experiencing what actually is. It is somewhat ironic to have to study stacks and stacks of books to arrive at such a natural solution.
The Computer Was a Magnificent Invention…
The computer was a magnificent invention; the telephone, was not. The latter killed off letters, a far more useful and refined means of communication. Letters required one to reflect on what one was about to communicate to the recipient; the telephone, by making communication instantaneous, also made it thoughtless, and ultimately trivialized relationships completely. As bad an invention as it was, it evolved into an even worse one: the cell phone. Let it be proclaimed here and now that whatever qualities this device may possess are nothing compared to the terrible harm it has caused. We must now establish a new definition for the human being who wastes hours of his day with his face buried in that device, not only wasting time but continuously damaging his brain functions. In the future, there is no doubt that this narcotic will be displayed alongside lobotomy instruments in museums.