Hope is idealized only by those who have never seen it in its fullness, who have never measured its ultimate effects. Machado, who knew it very well, classified it as the “weed that eats all the other better plants”; the Greeks had it as the most terrible of all evils… Hope is idealized only by those who have never attentively noticed its destructive after-effects, the total ruin into which it often hurls the hopeful, clouding his reasoning faculty, his sense of the ridiculous, inciting him to take stupid and irresponsible decisions that risk him and those around him. It is reasonable that the hopeful should be treated like a child, like someone who needs to be told the limits, what can and cannot be done. It is always dangerous when he had in his hands instruments intended for healthy and mature adults.
Tag: philosophy
The Literary Belief, Beautiful and Silent…
The beautiful and silent literary belief, the intimate and timid suffering, the solitary resignation… none of that seems to exist. What does exist and abound is unbridled vanity, the infamous gregarious instinct united with the need for validation by others. There is the imposition of one’s own world view, the demand for agreement, the intolerance of dissent, the certainty and pride of one’s own distinction. Impose, repel, demand are the common verbs—never intransitive, always requiring a personal complement. Sometimes it seems that literature does a disservice to the understanding of the objective world.
The Charm Always Disappears When Someone Is Known in Depth
The charm always disappears when someone is known in depth. That is why relationships do not remain pleasant unless there is distance. The one who admires must always keep in mind the fragility of admirations. Any idol can be killed with a diligent investigation, with an excess of curiosity that always results in the mental violation of idealization. Contact with fellows is only profitable when it is done in homeopathic doses.
Action Is Always Peturbative to the Spirit
Action is always perturbative to the spirit. That is why peace is the fruit of inertia, monotony, and silence—words that are absent in the vocabulary of the man of action. The need to act, then, is what makes the world take on the traces of hell. By acting, no peace is possible, and a world without action is impossible. It follows, therefore, that disturbance, torment, constitutes the inner substance of the world, and wise is he who withdraws from it. Nothing that has not been diagnosed thousands of years ago…