say crazy finish to go up to his neck in books. And here I remember back to Cortázar, continues the tribute, and its story of a teacher who recommended that you read both banned, not to hurt. But you are lucky, and teachers to say not read enough, so do not be ignorant that Tapia fascism the quixotic journey into madness that occurs in my future.
And is that a suspect begins to lose his mind when he finds relationships between Plato, Shakespeare and Wittgenstein, when he realizes they share a worldview opposed to modern scientism. A more tragic and beautiful that we are taught to ignore or reject as much as possible: Plato divided the world into two parts, the world of ideas corresponds to the truth, but not the reality, and the world of appearances, which is true but not true. It is then that reality is synonymous with appearance, antonym of truth and that every day, all our actions are equivalent to tumbling in the dark or twilight, looking for a better world that only the grace and light of the supernatural can approach. Hence, it is very difficult to make the jump to Macbeth, in which soliloquy of Act V, invites us to think about the world:
It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
signifying nothing
Everything on earth, all we see and we determined in this world is false, a reflection or pale shadow of the truth. A light does not come in the shade and we must tear the body, which is the most real and, therefore, more apparent in our being. Quitting the body and senses that are princes of the lie, the source of sound and fury, obstacles to the truth. Fully overturn the spirit, reason and art.
Then comes Wittgenstein, to say that the ideas of Plato and Shakepseare, and even Witt's own ideas are expressed in a language that is the product of the flesh and the senses, which is part of reality and the same, apparent false. That is, think of this world as a nonsensical story told by an idiot is to offer only a pale reflection, a diffuse set of true pathos of life. The language is appearance and that means so are what we call art and reason.
Our world is a half and that's a tragedy. The world is tragic in Plato's speech, because we are stuck in a cave, blindfolded and without a conscience to know that there is light outside. The world is tragic for Shakespeare as we are caught between heaven and earth, between virtue and fall, furious debate between the sound and fury, meaningless. The world is tragic for Wittgenstein because nothing can say it's worth being said, the words are something like babbling lunatics, with millions of voices monologue where everyone wants to say something and they're all as if they understood.
This idea of \u200b\u200bhumanity as a sort of schizophrenic unable to see differences fascinate me. And that's where a suspect not only , that's where you know starting to lose my mind, it is necessary to accept that all these words are appearance of reason and sense, but are essentially incoherent babble shouting and swearing. But to call them is just a vague idea of \u200b\u200bits true absurdity. So why write, read, love, fornication, mourn, live?
Because then, that we know the world, this apparent nonsense, this without explanation, this tragic world, is only one judge concept here is dark and loop back to the absurd. It would be possible to venture an opinion on this side and trust him, if we were on that side. Only the truth shows what looks pale, but in truth we know nothing and nothing we can say, choose life or death does not matter because the action is not justified, a new cry is just furious, another stumbling block in the cave. In that, we all agree: Plato, Hamlet, Wittgenstein and to me.
And we agree also that this sense of tragedy does not rob us or one ounce of pleasure and taste because then, at the appearance of desire, in the shadow of the ideal, nothing matters, neither this world nor the other. In the words of Richard Gloucester:
And yet to win her, all the world to nothing!
Plato, Shakespeare and Wittgenstein, covering entire intellectual history of mankind agnostic. Curious that despite the millennia and progress, "modernity" has brought us to ignore the tragedy and the future. Now the truth is this world, right now is synonymous with reality. World is a poorer, the same story told by an idiot more discreet, less outrageous, crazy catatonic. I prefer the sound and fury, I prefer that my head and shouted bite and roll in the dust . " At least it's more fun.
September 23, 2009
14:51 Hrs.
