By Reasoning One Does Not Reach Truth of Any Kind

If we understand the reach of truth as the revelation of a mystery, we will have to conclude that by reasoning one does not reach truth of any kind. Mystery is what escapes human understanding, therefore one does not reason before the Mystery. One prays before it, one begs for superior help, because the admission of its existence is the confession of the rational failure in the attempt to apprehend it.

Misanthropy Is One of the Most Salutary Traits to Reasoning That Has Been Reported

Misanthropy is one of the most salutary traits to reasoning that has been reported. Being a misanthrope involves a continuous and challenging effort. When one is misanthrope, one becomes a strategist by necessity. One learns psychology to understand the minds of others, to then predict their behavior and be able to avoid them. One has to be an expert in emotional stimuli to know never to arouse any in anyone. The misanthrope knows that his sagacity will be inversely proportional to the discomfort that comes from social relationships; therefore, the more sagacious he is, the more fully he will achieve the goal of seclusion. The interesting thing is that the stimulus never ceases, the misanthrope’s brain is instigated all the time and never rests, since there is always the possibility that someone will interrupt his solitude and ask him for something. It is like an endless game, extremely salutary to the intelligence and which, more than any other game, stimulates the will to win.

Vanity Leads to Hypocrisy

It seems that real vanity—the deep and unmistakable—leads to insincerity and hypocrisy, traits that I find unbearable, both in life and in art. It has already noticed the innocent face of several among the greatest artists of all times, such as Tolstoy, Dostoevsky and Shakespeare. And innocence, if it shows its face, does so only through sincerity, which is its obligatory companion. This is what we see, for example, in Nietzsche, when he says that Zarathustra is the greatest work ever conceived, or when he considers himself the greatest of all philosophers. Distorted by infamous tongues, he passed for presumptuous, when he limited himself to being transparent as he always was. Vanity manifests itself in hypocrisy. Nietzsche lived his work, Dostoevsky believed with all his mind in the solutions he proposed. Both submitted themselves to ridicule, exposed themselves. And they did not humiliate themselves, as those thirsty for recognition do, resorting to dissimulation.

Utopia Is to Become a Complete Stranger

Utopia is to become a complete stranger. To wake up in a metropolis and go out into the street without a good morning interrupting the morning flow of thought. In the afternoon, the freedom for the mind to continue its path in silence, and in the evening, peace to think. No phone calls, no exchanges of words, nothing. Impossible, of course. Otherwise, It would not have to idealize paradise at all.