Cure for Aging

I enthusiastically follow the scientific novelties about the cure for cell degeneration. I dream of the day when it will be possible to buy a pill — or a chewing gum, perhaps… — able to prevent aging, keeping the body healthy and at the peak of form forever; thus, only a fatality could take the life of a human being. Well, I dream of this day to use the volition I have left and say: this needle will never stick me! I belong to a generation that fades into life and disintegrates chewed by worms!

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Mandatory Way

Nihilism is the mandatory way out for those who perceive the overwhelming vacuum of meaning in a world where the unique authorities, science and the state, will never be able to fill it. I lie: there is art; but this, in fact, is uncertain and impenetrable route.

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Modern Pretension

Scientific development, with its invaluable contribution to humanity, has brought unprecedented progress in history. The brilliance of technique improvement, problem solving previously seen as insoluble, of the drastic elevation of the average standard lives totally overshadowed the other areas of knowledge. However, modern society has contaminated itself with the stupid sense of self-reliance. Human error, because it is largely mythable, is no longer seen as a threat. Philosophy, theology and social sciences have become very secondary. As I write, planes fly and organs are being transplanted. I observe the advances, I see the feeling of progress, I perceive the illusion that man is nearing the apex — although I cannot say what exactly would be that apex… — I see, above all, the confidence of the stupid. I see the voracity of the technologies that are imposed without asking for leave, changing reality as in a lamp; perfecting and, by perfecting, they end up unquestionable. I perceive in limbo any hierarchy of values. What was once a core of meaning — relations — today are fragile, replaceable, virtuous as useful. The wise, above all, have their faces stuck on a cell phone; wishing for cheaper implants… If they talk — and they should! — they do so softly, in almost inaudible whispers. Where are the limits? There are no limits to man! We forget the value of the futile, we forget that disastrous are the well-meaning. The awareness of failure, perversion and greed has succumbed by giving birth to absolute hope, which is but the certainty of success. I end up noting the obvious: the stupid modern claim can only lead to a total and atrocious disappointment.

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Fathers and Sons, by Ivan Turgenev

It is said of Bazarov — the protagonist of Fathers and Sons, by Ivan Turgenev — the first nihilistic character in history. The importance of this work, therefore, is immense. Bazarov inaugurates in the literature the posture of denial to any kind of authority or moral principle. Materialistic intellectual, he says that believes in nothing but agreeing with what can be scientifically proven through experience. Religion, tradition, art… none of this has value: past generations are “cards out of deck” and “a good chemist is twenty times more useful than any poet”. Bazarov’s psychology is interesting: although he denies everything, bends to nothing, knows his own uselessness and the insignificance of his own effort before the universe and eternity, he works hard, diligently develops his scientific research. He seems, throughout the work, absorbed, involved in something of great importance, which justifies his coldness to those around him. As he talks to his elders, he despises them; does not consider them capable of teaching at all. On the other hand, he seems, in his own rationalism, to incessantly seek knowledge. Bazarov, despite his coldness and inclination to retreat, to work, engages in various relationships throughout the work. And Turgenev manages, with mastery, to project the influence of his nihilism in his midst: intelligent, he is respected by all, however, he directs to the closest an absolute, cruel indifference, making us question about his humanity. Suddenly, Bazarov falls in love. Seeing himself in love, he feels a deep shame: romantic love is absurd, unforgivable stupidity! Then Bazarov moves away to see if he subdues his weakness. Love as a weakness? This idea is very familiar… If we do not deny science itself, like Bazarov, it is true that our individualism takes us away from relationships, fears them and does everything to avoid them; important even, it is us, and our self-esteem demands us successive manifestations of affection. And how does Turgenev ends the novel? Bazarov isolates himself, focuses on his work; he progresses, but his posture afflicts all around him. Unfortunately, he gets typhus by cutting himself with his scalpel doing the autopsy of a man overturned by the disease. He falls in bed, wraps the closest in strong commotion. He denies, however, the confession, pleaded for by the tortured father as he watched his son’s martyrdom. Bazarov dies denying others his own importance.

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