When certainty is not possible, or is a matter of nature, a man must be courageous enough to act guided by clues. A clue shrouded in thick darkness must be satisfactory, he must cling to the little he has—otherwise, he locks himself in inertia. So, find the clue! Find it and hold on to it firmly! Follow the path suggested by it and hold on to the possibility—because this is, without a doubt, better than nothing.
Tag: philosophy
However Irrational and Uncomfortable It May Be…
However irrational and uncomfortable it may be, it is compelling, for the one who sees, to admit that there are coincidences so striking, so incredibly expressive,—though sometimes of obscure significance,—that to deny them or even to keep silent about them seems unworthy of the appreciation of honesty. “Coincidence” is an incorrect term, “chance” a justification that affronts the intelligence capable of simple mathematics, which soon rates it as an inadmissible absurdity, the greatest of all possible absurdities. From this, unfortunately, no safe conclusions can be drawn, no certainties can be extracted that fully clarify the mystery, but it seems nobler to say what is seen with conceivable words instead of denying the patent for the inability to express it.
Written Lines Are the Record in Time of Lasting Impressions or Not
The careful reading of several volumes in sequence by Mário Ferreira dos Santos impacted me so strongly that I had the impulse to go through all my notes looking for nonsense. However, this is an impulse I cannot allow. To revise my past is to destroy what I was, to erase the traces of a possible evolution. Written lines are the record in time of lasting impressions or not: but they are, nevertheless, the evidence of the path traveled. To suppress what I was is to distort what I am: a justifiable action, not in the minds of those obsessed with perfect coherence, but in the minds of impostors and scoundrels.
Timeless Themes
Particularly, I restrict my art to themes that I consider to be timeless. This, in other words, means that I flatly refuse a detailed analysis of the values of this time, because I do not want to infest my literature with such a despicable and despicable moral. One will do well in the future if one never pays attention to the sociological-moral currents that this century has spawned, which are nothing but shamefully infamous ideologies, stupid lapses in the history of human thought.