It is in the moments when the spirit gives in and lowers itself that the motivation that characterizes it is impetuously reborn: ceasing to be itself makes evident, by contrast, the true value of that which it is. Then, once again, the guidelines and priorities are drawn with renewed stimulus, which is followed by the conduct that again proves ideal. Already at home, it returns to satisfaction. And from this it seems reasonable to conclude that sporadic falls are necessary to restore the humility that is the enemy of inertia, the humility eager to mold itself and which, in the act of molding, gradually becomes better.
Tag: philosophy
Vigny and Kafka
Vigny lines:
Dans cette prison nommée la vie, d’où nous partons les uns après les autres pour aller à la mort, il ne faut compter sur aucune promenade, ni aucune fleur. Dès lors, le moindre bouquet, la plus petite feuille, réjouit la vue et le coeur, on en sait gré à la puissance qui a permis qu’elle se rencontrât sous vos pas.
Il est vrai que vous ne savez pas pourquoi vous êtes prisonnier et de quoi puni ; mais vous savez à n’en pas douter quelle sera votre peine : souffrance en prison, mort après.
Ne pensez pas au juge, ni au procès que vous ignorerez toujours, mais seulement à remercier le geôlier inconnu qui vous permet souvent des joies dignes du ciel.
It is curious how Vigny and Kafka, starting from similar premises, come to completely different conclusions. The analogy between life and prison, the absurdity of unjustified punishment, the certainty of condemnation… all of these factors, in both, are like obsessions from which they cannot divert themselves. The recognition of their own conditions seems to them an imposition of conscience. In Kafka’s hands, the plot culminates in despair; in Vigny’s, therein lies a recommendation that would sound strange to many of his critics: “remercier le geôlier inconnu qui vous permet souvent des joies dignes du ciel.” “Joies dignes du ciel”: this, from the pen of the “pessimist” Alfred de Vigny! It is true, it is true: not all critics have ignored this face of him…. But it is possible to go further and say that, perhaps, Kafka himself would be the target of hasty judgments. Would such a look be impossible in Kafka? I mean: the last act of Kafka’s life, his testament, leaves us reticence. But it would not be a bad hypothesis to conjecture Kafka’s astonishing resolution as simple regret of his conclusions or, at least, regret that his work does not leave the outline of a different conclusion…
Although the Eastern Explanations for the Extreme…
Although the Eastern explanations for the extreme discrepancies in the conditions under which beings are born on this earth seem very reasonable, it does not seem to make sense that a psychopathic murderer is reborn a saint, or the other way around. In other words, where is the link that unites such different natures? It is very difficult to accept the doctrine of karma when we see individuals paying for acts that they would not be capable of committing. If the same essence has to manifest itself in different circumstances, something of itself has to subsist in order to be identifiable, that is, to be itself in a different circumstance. It does not seem plausible that, in each life, the same being develops a temperament that bears no resemblance to what it once was. If this is so, what, then, defines it? And how to admit the supposed “spiritual evolution” through which it must pass, if in each life, unrecognizably, it returns to square one? To these questions, the answers do not seem satisfactory…
Miraculously Special
To notice the unfathomable extension of the universe, the scales that can only be represented by mathematics and that the mind itself is incapable of conceiving, all the distances, magnitudes, the number of stars that border infinity, and before all this, in something less than a point, invisible and insignificant, to notice that there reside beings provided with consciousness,—apparently the only ones,—capable of identifying themselves within this unlimited whole. It is an amazing contrast. The mind, if it reflects on it carefully, will end up judging the human condition as miraculously special. A lure? Perhaps. But, indeed, it is what it seems…