Hope dies
Hope is one of the structures of life, and takes place in radical antithesis
anguish and despair: it rebuilds and regenerates each time, life as
horizon that opens to the future: the untold possibilities that are in future. When
then, the hope is crushed and devoured by anxiety and despair, it is hard to live and to continue to live
.[...]
Despair, as Kierkegaard said, "is more like the state of dying when
is agony without being able to die" because deadly disease is that contradiction "
to die and yet not to die, to die the death" and then "die means that it is all over,
but dying the death means to live, experience the dying." [...]
.. The seal of any delusion ..
In everyday life we we meet a crowd of passers are "bystanders" and, as such, are not
simply pass, but if one of us would put suddenly the question of why, in
this very moment, a passer has to find its way, here you might fall
(leads only) in an initial delusions of persecution (interpretation).
The passerby immediately lose its identity as a "passing" and fall within the circle of
a figure (a reality) of aggression and persecution.
So, in any delusional experience (in any delusion) suddenly becomes a real
more sense and 'other depth, open new paths in the world of perceptions and a new identity
you are configuring. The Conscience of a real different from what is usually
before us is not, after all, if not the conscience that in the real meanings are transformed dramatically;
and a new "logic" of identity and the similarities are growing. [...]
... Each face has an inner time that the marks: not clock time, the time of the hourglass, but the time spent, the subjective time: that expresses the great meanings of life ... the anxiety has traced
its borders impassable turning people, who are submerged
monads in with the windows sealed.
In the gaze, in the infinite forms of the eye, turns out to be a hope (nostalgia)
of dialogue and communication.
Eugenio Borgna "The figures of anxiety" Fields of knowledge - 1997
It 's so that in every moment of our lives
as we grabbed from outside the meanings
ourselves that we read in the appearances.
Then you can discuss endlessly
the reality of the outside world. Because what we call world
are the meanings that we read, therefore something that is not real.
But it takes hold as from outside, so it is real.
Why would you want to resolve this contradiction, when the
higher task of thought on this earth is to define and cover
insoluble contradictions,
as Plato says, pull up?
E 'then strange that there are no dates feelings and meanings;
is given to us only what we read;
we do not see the letters.
Simone Weil, Notebooks , IV
"A stone, a figure, a sign, a word that come to us from their context, that stone, that figure, the sign or word : we groped to define them, describe them as such, and that's it, if more than the face you present to us, they also have a dark side to us not to know. The refusal to understand more of what these stones show us is perhaps the only possible way to show respect for their secret groped guess is assumed that the true meaning of betrayal but lost ."... .. " Yet he knows he could never suppress in himself the need to translate, to move from one language to another by concrete figures to abstract words, the abstract symbols to concrete experiences, weaving and re-weave a network of analogies. It is impossible not to interpret, as it is impossible to keep from thinking. "
Italo Calvino, Palomar
"Die Dame auf dem Pferd"
1900-01 Alfred Kubin
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