You could ask: Just José, what do you mean by "Will to Improve" and "Nyx"?
I call "Will to Improve" to an hypothetical natural deep field (not supernatural, Nature is all that exists because all that exists is Nature) that pushes the Universe (matter) through the evolutionary path, like gravity pushes objects towards the Earth.
I don't believe in an aimlessly Universe nor that life began, evolved and we arrived to the complexity of humans just by pure randomness.
That idea seems almost as ridiculous to me as the idea of "god".
My hypothesis is that chance and randomness do exist, yes, but that the course of events is very slightly and unnoticeable affected by a tending and inconspicuous universal "Will to Improve field".
Opposing the Will to Improve we would hypothetical have an anti-field that would make living creatures desire to return to an inorganic state and inorganic matter to stay as is: i would call that anti-field, that goes deeper than Freud's idea of Thanatos, as Nyx.
In greek mythology Nyx , daughter of Chaos, stood at the beginning of the Universe, and was the mother of Hypnos (god of sleep) and Thanatos (god of death).
The Will to Improve is my Weltanschauung's core.
It's just a WICH (Will to Improve Cosmological Hypothesis).
But all this is no more than an humble draft, of course.
An hypothesis, i repeat, not a dogma.
That's all for now, folks, no more mumbo-jumbo, my brain is tired... :)
And tomorrow is sun-day, Will to Improve's day.
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"The death instinct or death drive is the force that makes living creatures strive for an inorganic state. It does not appear in isolation; (...) Its tendency to return living creatures to the earlier inorganic state is a component of all the drives. (...) Having put forward, particularly in "Instincts and Their Vicissitudes" (1915), a dualism in which the sexual drives conflict with the ego drives, in Beyond the Pleasure Principle (1920), Freud introduced the concept of the death drive as a negative term in opposition to the life drive."
Pierre Delion on Freud's Death Instinct (Thanatos)
Mors Liberatrix
Na tua mão, sombrio cavaleiro,
Cavaleiro vestido de armas pretas,
Brilha uma espada feita de cometas,
Que rasga a escuridão como um luzeiro.
Caminhas no teu curso aventureiro,
Todo involto na noite que projectas...
Só o gládio de luz com fulvas betas
Emerge do sinistro nevoeiro.
— «Se esta espada que empunho é coruscante,
(Responde o negro cavaleiro-andante)
É porque esta é a espada da Verdade.
Firo, mas salvo... Prostro e desbarato,
Mas consolo... Subverto, mas resgato...
E, sendo a Morte, sou a Liberdade.»
Antero de Quental, in "Sonetos"
