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.

The Man Reaches the Apex of His Humorous Vocation in Revolt

The man reaches the apex of his humorous vocation in revolt. The best clown is the one who best simulates irritation. Whether it is the absurdity of petty everyday events, or impotence in the face of the universe, revolt springs up and essentially exposes the ridiculousness of his condition. All humor arises from a contrast: revolt arouses laughter because it is painful and absolutely useless. I say and go into the inevitable: is there anything funnier than blasphemies? An insect indignant at a god… He cries out, screams, fries his nerves in vain. In his rage, he resorts to offense, risking eternal punishment. For the pleasure of judging to scratch, in an instant, the reputation of an infinitely superior being, he places himself, vulnerable, as a candidate for the target of a terrible wrath. It has been said that all blasphemy is, at the bottom, a manifestation of dignity. Maybe this is right… What is laughable is that it is of no use at all.

Inevitable Prejudice

My prejudice against philosophical systems borders on the irrational. I have, beforehand, all the arguments against the applicability of any temple erected to reasoning. Logic lacks life, lacks the real. To isolate reasoning, to take it as an autonomous entity is to deprive it of its usefulness, of the important role it plays within a subjective and complex conjuncture. Reduce reality to a logical schematization, subjugate it to the rational, endow it with order, sequence, justification: these seem to me to be the essential errors of any system. A system can only be assertive when it talks about itself or about other systems, i.e., when it revels in its particular world. As an analyst of reality, unfortunately, it is useless: reality laughs at any systematization.