There is a tension that precedes moments known to be “important” that not only disturbs the mental balance, but accentuates the propensity to sudden and radical acts. It is as if this apprehension displaces discernment and puts the mind in a state of alertness that resembles that of the soldier on the battlefield, always on the verge of a violent impulse. So that besides it is just being cautious when experiencing it, more important is attention to, noticing it in other people, not being stupid enough to trigger it.
Tag: philosophy
Although It Is Very Interesting to Note…
Although it is very interesting to note similarities in the approach of different traditions of thought to the central problem of human experience, and although they can effectively stimulate the awakening of consciousness, it would not be wrong to say that all the books ever written are insufficient for the individual to complete himself on this earth, that is, they are useless unless they stimulate action. This is why this problem, which has already produced endless lines, will always remain unsolved at the individual level, regardless of the quality of the manual used. The spirit that awakens, or rather the awakening, can be summed up in the realization that there is a work to be done, a personal and non-transferable work, without which existence itself seems meaningless. So there are many roads that lead to what is perhaps the capital moment of a life, but the paths are useless, if not justified by the act of walking on them.
There Is Something Brilliant and Very Curious in Symbolism
No matter how much one speaks against the obscurity of Symbolism or, more specifically, of the Symbolist poets, the truth is that there is something brilliant and very curious about this expressive technique that seems to be hidden when, in fact, it opens up to unfathomable possibilities. In poetry, words acquire an unusual weight when evoked. A verse devoid of syntactic nexus but abundant in suggestive words will indeed have a strong effect on the mind of the reader. If one constructs “Rainy day; pain; fatigue and discouragement”, although not logically connected by an argument, the mind, upon reading such words, immediately relates them and forms an image possessing the logical link that seems to be missing. Thus, the poet manages to make them manifest themselves in individualized nuances for each reader. If, at times, obscurity can be boring, at other times it can generate very interesting and almost unlimited effects.
The Slaves of the Past
If it causes strangeness, and a legitimate strangeness, for an intelligence like Schopenhauer to cling to a philosophy conceived at thirty and spend the rest of his life supporting it, what about Freud, old and white-headed, continuing to limit human psychology to “repressed sexuality” and childhood traumas? That is the end! It seems like a lifetime wasted, a lifetime in which the spirit has not been able to contemplate higher possibilities. Or else it is evidence of an invincible pride, which sabotaged itself by strangling any and all flashes that might jeopardize the conclusions of previous years. How is it possible, or rather, how can one not laugh when imagining Freud, at the end of his life, spouting the same litany over an equally old patient? Two men, with an open coffin already waiting for them, going through childhood episodes in order to claim them as agents of current actions. It is a real pity that Voltaire lived before Freud.