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…

A Culturally Relevant Country

A country, to be culturally relevant, needs at least one symbol of national pride. Otherwise, it will drag itself through time amid an impassable cultural desert, and, even if sparsely it has some valuable cultural manifestations, these will never have a relevant and transforming role. If it does not see in the past something that unites and distinguishes it, a people is forever condemned to cultural insignificance.