The intoxicating hypnotic sail of thinking.
I am confused by the signs, thinking about laying his attention to the noise of everything, everything around me, which is next door, who is distant, almost an excitement with me, maybe I'm not in the right clothes, now I move, you I make light, perhaps it is easier to talk to you now!
"Whoever believes in the spirit, and freedom of spirit, and wants the infinite progress of the Spirit of freedom, wherever it is born and whatever language you speak is of our race, and he belongs to us and he will be with us."
JG Fichte, Addresses to the nation German
is easier to follow if you have something to say, it is not true just because it's written and said, it confuses the meaning just because it is appointed with the real, strong and sincere. Better to be free, even better not to know, know and understand, to be free. Requires knowledge, commitment, participation and lives in us, sometimes for us, confused and spreads.
"As a first misfortune of our age, that does not allow anything to reach maturity, I must consider the fact that the next instant the previous one is consumed, the days are wasted, and always lives by the day, without anything done."
JW Goethe, letter of November 1825
Yet there is no certainty that it replaces, we look forward to a full life and well spent, but we have to arrange, at times trudging to live, feel, look, feel, we have to stretch, eventually think a whole, we also want to get away, think, think .....
"The correct method of philosophy would be just that: nothing to say except what can be said: So, propositions of natural science, philosophy, therefore, something that has nothing to do-and then, whenever you want other say something metaphysical, show that certain signs in his propositions, he has not given any significance. This method would be unsatisfactory for the other-he would not have the sense that we teach philosophy-and yet it is the only strictly correct. My statements illustrate this: one who understands me finally recognizes them senseless if they went up to them-up-over them, (He must, so to speak, throw away the ladder after they got there). He must overcome these propositions, then sees the world rightly. On what you can not speak, thereof one must be silent. "
Ludwig Wittgenstein Tractatus, 6.53-7
Too often we are not silent, even with ourselves, in our inner mind, as well as with others, alcoltest, watching, thinking, it is pure discipline, treatment sometimes begins by asking blue, the irreverent, the unexpected, because everything is discounted indifferent, knowledge of a world taken for granted.
"All the beauty and magnificence that we had imagined and the real thing, I want to claim it as property and man: as his best defense. Man as poet, thinker, God, love, strength; we admire his royal generosity, which made things for gifts to impoverish themselves and feel miserable! So far its largest disinterest was this, that he admired and worshiped and learned to hide from himself that he had created what he admired. "
Nietzsche, "The Will to Power"
Therefore remains a little man with his thoughts, your thoughts, we have only this, we call it in so many ways but our life is still a thinking, is the world of ideas and facts, not the world of the masses and forces, although these are influenced and perhaps even created, thought, ideas, leads us to the unexpected strength of the case, what we later renamed as the will, desire and destiny.
"I want to understand how God created the world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in particular: I want to penetrate deeply into your mind. ... The rest is just minutiae of the most beautiful experience we can have is the sense of mystery. And 'the fundamental emotion that accompanies the birth of authentic and true science. He who does not know it, he can no longer feel amazement and wonder, is already dead and his eyes are unable to see. "
Einstein
This is the window on the world, gives us air, light, peace, is the wonder , the wonder, the mystery of that in the end we eat, this is what we seek, the idea of \u200b\u200bmystery, the action of thought in the mystery of life, who loses his mind has lost a bit of mystery, too much logic , rationality, a world that is leaving. hypnosis back to allow for hope, the cross still doubt, beyond the certainties, into the depths of the mind unconscious where the orders are changed, the feelings change. With the feelings also change the ideas that have driven or with new ideas that the mind, so unexpected and creative, has generated changes everything, even what we would like immutable and eternal, you lose track of time, in a trance deep deep ....
"Until then he had advanced to the thoughtless age of early youth, a road that seems endless as children, where the years wear and tear with a light step, so that no notice of their departure. You walk quietly, looking around with curiosity , there is simply no need to rush, no press and no one expects the back, even fellow proceed without thinking, often stopping to joke. From the houses, doors, great people greeted kindly, pointing to the horizon and beckons with smiles of understanding, so the heart starts to beat heroic and tender wishes, is savored on the eve of the wonderful things that are expected later; yet not seen, no, but sure, absolutely certain that one day we'll get there. Still a lot? No, just cross that river down there, go through the green hills. Or do you happen to be there yet? Are not these trees, these fields, this white house we were looking for? For a moment the impression is yes and you would like to stop. Then we hear that the best is ahead and takes no wheezing in the street. So you continue to walk in a confident expectation and the days are long and quiet, the sun shines high in the sky and it seems he never wants to drop the sunset. But at some point, almost instinctively, we look back and see that a gate was bolted behind ours, closing the way back. So you feel that something has changed, the sun does not seem to move, but moves quickly, alas, there is no time to fix that already falls into the river of the horizon, we realize that the clouds do not stagnate in most blue bays crossing the sky, but fled upon one another, as is their grief, we understand that time is passing and that the road one day will even finish. Close to a point behind us a heavy gate, shut themselves with lightning speed and time is not coming back. "
Dino Buzzati," The Desert of the Tartars "
not have time to return, only to change but not a bad thing this is just a fact! I let myself go, my speech is going to where it began, but only because she thought.
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