Deeper and deeper, higher and higher, fueled by muses

Resumindo: a minha hipótese cosmológica para consumo pessoal, o meu entendimento do Universo, resume-se a duas ideias simples: Bright Star of Beauty e Will to Improve. Próximo do antigo culto do Sol e de Sanzuniao? Bastantes semelhanças, sim.

A minha Weltanschauung ("orientação cognitiva fundamental de um indivíduo ou de toda uma sociedade que abrange tanto sua filosofia natural quanto os seus valores fundamentais, existenciais e normativos") é esta. Estará em permanente evolução à medida que a ciência for trazendo ovos dados, claro, não é um dogma.

Como cheguei aqui? Ah, isso é privado, desculpem. Mas tive ajuda, de certa forma foi um trabalho de "equipa".

Um grande obrigado a todas as mulheres que me ajudaram a fazer nascer este "bébé".

Elas foram fonte de inspiração e de mudança ao longo da minha vida.

 

As mulheres que se cruzaram comigo ao longo da minha vida e que foram relevantes, fonte de inspiração e de mudança, voluntária ou involuntáriamente pois também elas são rios e curso do Destino, ficam aqui representadas por algumas modelos. 
A escolha foi aleatória.
Ou talvez não.

Quem segue este blogue sabe que acredito na certeza do acaso, the certainty of chance.

E, já agora, também na "certainty of change".

A partir de agora "my quest for knowledge" é sem "musas".

(do género "Look mom sem mãos, isto é, sem "musas"!") 
Mas a mãe morreu, por isso é sem musas e sem mãe.

Estátua de Prometeu - Universidade do Minho

Aviso de amigo: se alguma musa tiver saudades do estatuto de musa, resista.
Não me siga!
It's too dangerous and unknown from now on. Don't follow me, muse!

 

Tudo isto é estranho? Sim bastante. 

Strangeness versus sameness, i choose strangeness.

From here

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“To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings

The Pan Within - The Waterboys

Come with me
 on a journey beneath the skin
Come with me
 on a journey under the skin
We will look together
 for the Pan within

Close your eyes
 breathe slow we'll begin
Close your eyes
 breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
 for the Pan within

Swing your hips
 loose your head, and let it spin
Swing your hips
 loose you head, and let it spin
And we will look together
 for the Pan within

Close your eyes
 breathe slow and we will begin
Close your eyes
 breathe slow and we will begin
To look together
 for the Pan within

Put your face in my window
 breathe a night full of treasures
The wind is delicious
 sweet and wild with the promise of pleasure
The stars are alive
 and nights like these
Were born to be
 sanctified by you and me
Lovers, thieves, fools and pretenders
 and all we gotta do is surrender

Come with me
 on a journey under the skin
Come with me
 on a journey under the skin
And we will look together
 for the Pan within
When to be with you
 is not a sin
When to be with you, oh just to be with you
 is not a sin
We will look together
 for the Pan within

Touching The Void: getting free by going deeper

It's sunday. I must run. I can see the Future.

"Da minha aldeia vejo quanto da terra se pode ver no Universo... 
Por isso a minha aldeia é tão grande como outra terra qualquer
Porque eu sou do tamanho do que vejo 
E não, do tamanho da minha altura..."

Alberto Caeiro, in "O Guardador de Rebanhos - Poema VII" 
Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa

Woodkid “Run Boy Run” (dir. Yoann Lemoine)

Run boy run! This world is not made for you
 Run boy run! They're trying to catch you
 Run boy run! Running is a victory
 Run boy run! Beauty lays behind the hills

Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you
 Run boy run! They're dying to stop you
 Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
 Run boy run! Break out from society

Tomorrow is another day
 And you won't have to hide away
 You'll be a man, boy!
 But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

Run boy run! This ride is a journey to
 Run boy run! The secret inside of you
 Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
 Run boy run! And disappear in the trees

Tomorrow is another day
 And you won't have to hide away
 You'll be a man, boy!
 But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

Tomorrow is another day
 And when the night fades away
 You'll be a man, boy!
 But for now it's time to run, it's time to run!

Think Big, compadri!

Grândola, versão Universal.
`

"À sombra de uma azinheira, que já não sabia a idade, jurei ter por companheira, Universo a tua Vontade*** "

***Will to Improve

 

No retreat, no surrender!

Conseguir ficar em 4º lugar no "ranking" de Janeiro da agência em que trabalho (sem nenhuma transfusão de sangue que não sou nenhum Armstrong), entre 20 consultores, com 3 transações de arrendamento num mês, dois apartamentos meus arrendados, um deles em 3 semanas, numa época de crise do imobiliário, não foi nada mau.

Até porque em menos de dois meses tive duas pessoas muito próximas, o meu irmão e a minha mãe, a morrerem-me nos braços, literalmente...

Avançar sem hesitações entre companheiros de viagem que vão caindo pelo caminho na luta contra a morte, arranjar força para trabalhar e ao mesmo tempo continuar a refletir e a interrogar-me sobre o Universo e o Sentido (ou falta dele) de Tudo Isto, não é tarefa fácil. E é tanto mais duro quanto mais consciência se tem do tamanho da treva e do aparente "Sem Sentido"...

Ah como tudo seria tão mais fácil se eu ainda acreditasse num ser imaginário, um pai todo-poderoso criador do Céu e da Terra ou se fosse superficialmente inconsciente, concentrado nas coisinhas do dia-a-dia.

De qualquer das formas, em verdade vos digo, meus amigos: comigo é "No retreat, no surrender!".

This is my will, this is The Will.

P.S.: Quem tiver apartamentos para arrendar ou vender já sabe que, comigo, se "arrisca" a conseguir colocá-los no mercado. Tal como quem procura casa para arrendar ou comprar poderá vir a encontrar o apartamento luminoso e acolhedor que deseja. Já quanto a respostas para "What the hell is going on in this Universe?!" bem, aí... i'm only human my friends... Não sou nenhum "Master of the Universe" ou coisa do género. Por isso só tenho hipóteses para vos oferecer, não conclusões. Pois, aqui não se "vendem" certezas nem dogmas, i'm sorry.

A minha weltanschauung "Will to Improve" e o "Kaizen" japonês

Descobri há poucos dias que há no Japão uma filosofia de vida e cultura empresarial que se baseia na contínua e interminável melhoria. É aplicada em muitas empresas japonesas, como a Toyota e a Canon, e é em grande parte responsável pelo sucesso dos japoneses depois da 2ª guerra mundial.

 

O Kaizen está em perfeita harmonia com a minha ideia de uma "Will to Improve" universal.
 

"Kaizen is a Japanese word for the philosophy or ideal of “Continuing and Never Ending Improvement”. The actual translation of “Kaizen” is as follows. “Kai (“change”) Zen” (“good”) is “improvement” and it has been made famous by the book “Kaizen: The Key to Japan’s Competitive Success” by Masaaki Imai. Kaizen is reflected in the Japanese “Total Quality Management” approach that helped Japan and their economy become a modern superpower."

 

"Kaizen in Japan is a system of improvement that includes both home and business life. Kaizen even includes social activities. It is a concept that is applied in every aspect of a person's life.

In business Kaizen encompasses many of the components of Japanese businesses that have been seen as a part of their success. Quality circles, automation, suggestion systems, just-in-time delivery, Kanban and 5S are all included within the Kaizen system of running a business.

Kaizen involves setting standards and then continually improving those standards. To support the higher standards Kaizen also involves providing the training, materials and supervision that is needed for employees to achieve the higher standards and maintain their ability to meet those standards on an on-going basis."

 

 

"Kaizen is a system that involves every employee - from upper management to the cleaning crew. Everyone is encouraged to come up with small improvement suggestions on a regular basis. This is not a once a month or once a year activity. It is continuous. Japanese companies, such as Toyota and Canon, a total of 60 to 70 suggestions per employee per year are written down, shared and implemented.

In most cases these are not ideas for major changes. Kaizen is based on making little changes on a regular basis: always improving productivity, safety and effectiveness while reducing waste.

 

Suggestions are not limited to a specific area such as production or marketing. Kaizen is based on making changes anywhere that improvements can be made. Western philosophy may be summarized as, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." The Kaizen philosophy is to "do it better, make it better, improve it even if it isn't broken, because if we don't, we can't compete with those who do."

We didn't light the Fire and we shouldn't try to fight it

 

                          BRIGHT Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit
                          A thousand nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
                          The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
                          Which there in order take their several places.
                          In whose dear Bosom, sweet delicious LOVE
                          Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
                          Since he that blessèd Paradise did prove;
                          And leaves his mother’s lap, to sport him there.
                            Let others strive to entertain with words!
                          My soul is of a braver mettle made:
                          I hold that vile, which vulgar Wit affords,
                          In me ’s that faith which Time cannot invade!
                            Let what I praise, be still made good by you!
                            Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true!

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) - Sonnet 4. Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit

Michael Drayton - Idea. In sixty-three Sonnets, 1594–1619

 

The Rothko Chapel, 1971, Houston, Texas

"As Rothko said upon completing the Chapel paintings, “I wanted to paint both the finite and the infinite.”

"The Chapel would consume six years of Rothko’s life, gradually transforming him and his art into an exploration and devotion for the possibility of transcendence. To witness the work of Rothko with the Chapel is to submit one’s self to a spiritual experience, which, through its transcendence of subject matter, brings us closer to consciousness itself. It allows us to approach the limits of experience and awakens one to the awareness of our existence. It is through the level of transcendence of the fourteen large paintings whose dark, nearly impenetrable surfaces represents contemplation and the void needed to be found where one can truly explore a greater meaning to the questions being searched.

Rothko Chapel / Philip Johnson, Howard Barnstone, Eugene Aubry and Mark Rothko 

 

"12.

 

Have ye now learned my song? Have ye divined what it would say? Well! Cheer up! Ye higher men, sing now my roundelay!

Sing now yourselves the song, the name of which is "Once more," the signification of which is "Unto all eternity!"—sing, ye higher men, Zarathustra's roundelay!

• O man! Take heed!
• What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
• “I slept my sleep-,
• “From deepest dream I've woke, and plead:-
• “The world is deep,
• “And deeper than the day could read.
• “Deep is its woe-,
• “Joy—deeper still than grief can be:
• “Woe saith: Hence! Go!
• “But joys all want eternity-,
• “-Want deep, profound eternity!”

Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXIX. The Drunken Song.

"(...) In the morning, however, after this night, Zarathustra jumped up from his couch, and, having girded his loins, he came out of his cave glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains.

 

"Thou great star," spake he, as he had spoken once before, "thou deep eye of happiness, what would be all thy happiness if thou hadst not THOSE for whom thou shinest!

And if they remained in their chambers whilst thou art already awake, and comest and bestowest and distributest, how would thy proud modesty upbraid for it!

Well! they still sleep, these higher men, whilst I am awake: THEY are not my proper companions! Not for them do I wait here in my mountains.

At my work I want to be, at my day: but they understand not what are the signs of my morning, my step--is not for them the awakening-call.

They still sleep in my cave; their dream still drinketh at my drunken songs. The audient ear for ME--the OBEDIENT ear, is yet lacking in their limbs."
 

--This had Zarathustra spoken to his heart when the sun arose: then looked he inquiringly aloft, for he heard above him the sharp call of his eagle. "Well!" called he upwards, "thus is it pleasing and proper to me. Mine animals are awake, for I am awake.

Mine eagle is awake, and like me honoureth the sun. With eagle-talons doth it grasp at the new light. Ye are my proper animals; I love you.

But still do I lack my proper men!"--

 

Thus spake Zarathustra; then, however, it happened that all on a sudden he became aware that he was flocked around and fluttered around, as if by innumerable birds,--the whizzing of so many wings, however, and the crowding around his head was so great that he shut his eyes. And verily, there came down upon him as it were a cloud, like a cloud of arrows which poureth upon a new enemy. But behold, here it was a cloud of love, and showered upon a new friend. (...)"

 

 Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXX. The Sign.

 

 

Donny Miller art

 

Bright Star of Beauty and the Certainty of Chance

Da história do natal cristão só acredito na Estrela.
Quanto ao mais, acredito que há Certeza/"Vontade" no acaso.
Mas já que queremos comemorar algo, então comemoremos a nossa (dos seres vivos) "Boa Estrela" e a Certeza do Acaso.

                          BRIGHT Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit
                          A thousand nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
                          The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
                          Which there in order take their several places.
                          In whose dear Bosom, sweet delicious LOVE
                          Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
                          Since he that blessèd Paradise did prove;
                          And leaves his mother’s lap, to sport him there.
                            Let others strive to entertain with words!
                          My soul is of a braver mettle made:
                          I hold that vile, which vulgar Wit affords,
                          In me ’s that faith which Time cannot invade!
                            Let what I praise, be still made good by you!
                            Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true!

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) - Sonnet 4. Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit

Michael Drayton - Idea. In sixty-three Sonnets, 1594–1619

 

"As Rothko said upon completing the Chapel paintings, “I wanted to paint both the finite and the infinite.”

"The Chapel would consume six years of Rothko’s life, gradually transforming him and his art into an exploration and devotion for the possibility of transcendence. To witness the work of Rothko with the Chapel is to submit one’s self to a spiritual experience, which, through its transcendence of subject matter, brings us closer to consciousness itself. It allows us to approach the limits of experience and awakens one to the awareness of our existence. It is through the level of transcendence of the fourteen large paintings whose dark, nearly impenetrable surfaces represents contemplation and the void needed to be found where one can truly explore a greater meaning to the questions being searched.

Rothko Chapel / Philip Johnson, Howard Barnstone, Eugene Aubry and Mark Rothko 

"12.

Have ye now learned my song? Have ye divined what it would say? Well! Cheer up! Ye higher men, sing now my roundelay!

Sing now yourselves the song, the name of which is "Once more," the signification of which is "Unto all eternity!"—sing, ye higher men, Zarathustra's roundelay!

• O man! Take heed!
• What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
• “I slept my sleep-,
• “From deepest dream I've woke, and plead:-
• “The world is deep,
• “And deeper than the day could read.
• “Deep is its woe-,
• “Joy—deeper still than grief can be:
• “Woe saith: Hence! Go!
• “But joys all want eternity-,
• “-Want deep, profound eternity!”

Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXIX. The Drunken Song.

"(...) In the morning, however, after this night, Zarathustra jumped up from his couch, and, having girded his loins, he came out of his cave glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains.

"Thou great star," spake he, as he had spoken once before, "thou deep eye of happiness, what would be all thy happiness if thou hadst not THOSE for whom thou shinest!

And if they remained in their chambers whilst thou art already awake, and comest and bestowest and distributest, how would thy proud modesty upbraid for it!

Well! they still sleep, these higher men, whilst I am awake: THEY are not my proper companions! Not for them do I wait here in my mountains.

At my work I want to be, at my day: but they understand not what are the signs of my morning, my step--is not for them the awakening-call.

They still sleep in my cave; their dream still drinketh at my drunken songs. The audient ear for ME--the OBEDIENT ear, is yet lacking in their limbs."

--This had Zarathustra spoken to his heart when the sun arose: then looked he inquiringly aloft, for he heard above him the sharp call of his eagle. "Well!" called he upwards, "thus is it pleasing and proper to me. Mine animals are awake, for I am awake.

Mine eagle is awake, and like me honoureth the sun. With eagle-talons doth it grasp at the new light. Ye are my proper animals; I love you.

But still do I lack my proper men!"--

Thus spake Zarathustra; then, however, it happened that all on a sudden he became aware that he was flocked around and fluttered around, as if by innumerable birds,--the whizzing of so many wings, however, and the crowding around his head was so great that he shut his eyes. And verily, there came down upon him as it were a cloud, like a cloud of arrows which poureth upon a new enemy. But behold, here it was a cloud of love, and showered upon a new friend. (...)"

 Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXX. The Sign.

Donny Miller art

Bright Star of Beauty!

                          BRIGHT Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit
                          A thousand nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
                          The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
                          Which there in order take their several places.
                          In whose dear Bosom, sweet delicious LOVE
                          Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
                          Since he that blessèd Paradise did prove;
                          And leaves his mother’s lap, to sport him there.
                            Let others strive to entertain with words!
                          My soul is of a braver mettle made:
                          I hold that vile, which vulgar Wit affords,
                          In me ’s that faith which Time cannot invade!
                            Let what I praise, be still made good by you!
                            Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true!

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) - Sonnet 4. Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit

Michael Drayton - Idea. In sixty-three Sonnets, 1594–1619

 

"As Rothko said upon completing the Chapel paintings, “I wanted to paint both the finite and the infinite.”

"The Chapel would consume six years of Rothko’s life, gradually transforming him and his art into an exploration and devotion for the possibility of transcendence. To witness the work of Rothko with the Chapel is to submit one’s self to a spiritual experience, which, through its transcendence of subject matter, brings us closer to consciousness itself. It allows us to approach the limits of experience and awakens one to the awareness of our existence. It is through the level of transcendence of the fourteen large paintings whose dark, nearly impenetrable surfaces represents contemplation and the void needed to be found where one can truly explore a greater meaning to the questions being searched.

Rothko Chapel / Philip Johnson, Howard Barnstone, Eugene Aubry and Mark Rothko 

"12.

 

Have ye now learned my song? Have ye divined what it would say? Well! Cheer up! Ye higher men, sing now my roundelay!

Sing now yourselves the song, the name of which is "Once more," the signification of which is "Unto all eternity!"—sing, ye higher men, Zarathustra's roundelay!

• O man! Take heed!
• What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
• “I slept my sleep-,
• “From deepest dream I've woke, and plead:-
• “The world is deep,
• “And deeper than the day could read.
• “Deep is its woe-,
• “Joy—deeper still than grief can be:
• “Woe saith: Hence! Go!
• “But joys all want eternity-,
• “-Want deep, profound eternity!”

Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXIX. The Drunken Song.

"(...) In the morning, however, after this night, Zarathustra jumped up from his couch, and, having girded his loins, he came out of his cave glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains.

 

"Thou great star," spake he, as he had spoken once before, "thou deep eye of happiness, what would be all thy happiness if thou hadst not THOSE for whom thou shinest!

And if they remained in their chambers whilst thou art already awake, and comest and bestowest and distributest, how would thy proud modesty upbraid for it!

Well! they still sleep, these higher men, whilst I am awake: THEY are not my proper companions! Not for them do I wait here in my mountains.

At my work I want to be, at my day: but they understand not what are the signs of my morning, my step--is not for them the awakening-call.

They still sleep in my cave; their dream still drinketh at my drunken songs. The audient ear for ME--the OBEDIENT ear, is yet lacking in their limbs."
 

--This had Zarathustra spoken to his heart when the sun arose: then looked he inquiringly aloft, for he heard above him the sharp call of his eagle. "Well!" called he upwards, "thus is it pleasing and proper to me. Mine animals are awake, for I am awake.

Mine eagle is awake, and like me honoureth the sun. With eagle-talons doth it grasp at the new light. Ye are my proper animals; I love you.

But still do I lack my proper men!"--

 

Thus spake Zarathustra; then, however, it happened that all on a sudden he became aware that he was flocked around and fluttered around, as if by innumerable birds,--the whizzing of so many wings, however, and the crowding around his head was so great that he shut his eyes. And verily, there came down upon him as it were a cloud, like a cloud of arrows which poureth upon a new enemy. But behold, here it was a cloud of love, and showered upon a new friend. (...)"

 

 Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXX. The Sign.

 

Donny Miller art

 

Castelo de cartas

No meu "sermão ateu" de hoje à noite só vos digo que a Vida é algo misterioso e persistente.
Volátil, ergue-se frágil, como um castelo de cartas orgânico impelido pela Vontade de Melhorar.

Bright Star of Beauty!

                          BRIGHT Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit
                          A thousand nymph-like and enamoured Graces,
                          The Goddesses of Memory and Wit,
                          Which there in order take their several places.
                          In whose dear Bosom, sweet delicious LOVE
                          Lays down his quiver, which he once did bear,
                          Since he that blessèd Paradise did prove;
                          And leaves his mother’s lap, to sport him there.
                            Let others strive to entertain with words!
                          My soul is of a braver mettle made:
                          I hold that vile, which vulgar Wit affords,
                          In me ’s that faith which Time cannot invade!
                            Let what I praise, be still made good by you!
                            Be you most worthy, whilst I am most true!

Michael Drayton (1563–1631) - Sonnet 4. Bright Star of Beauty! on whose Eyelids sit

Michael Drayton - Idea. In sixty-three Sonnets, 1594–1619

 

"As Rothko said upon completing the Chapel paintings, “I wanted to paint both the finite and the infinite.”

"The Chapel would consume six years of Rothko’s life, gradually transforming him and his art into an exploration and devotion for the possibility of transcendence. To witness the work of Rothko with the Chapel is to submit one’s self to a spiritual experience, which, through its transcendence of subject matter, brings us closer to consciousness itself. It allows us to approach the limits of experience and awakens one to the awareness of our existence. It is through the level of transcendence of the fourteen large paintings whose dark, nearly impenetrable surfaces represents contemplation and the void needed to be found where one can truly explore a greater meaning to the questions being searched.

Rothko Chapel / Philip Johnson, Howard Barnstone, Eugene Aubry and Mark Rothko 

"12.

 

Have ye now learned my song? Have ye divined what it would say? Well! Cheer up! Ye higher men, sing now my roundelay!

Sing now yourselves the song, the name of which is "Once more," the signification of which is "Unto all eternity!"—sing, ye higher men, Zarathustra's roundelay!

• O man! Take heed!
• What saith deep midnight's voice indeed?
• “I slept my sleep-,
• “From deepest dream I've woke, and plead:-
• “The world is deep,
• “And deeper than the day could read.
• “Deep is its woe-,
• “Joy—deeper still than grief can be:
• “Woe saith: Hence! Go!
• “But joys all want eternity-,
• “-Want deep, profound eternity!”

Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXIX. The Drunken Song.

"(...) In the morning, however, after this night, Zarathustra jumped up from his couch, and, having girded his loins, he came out of his cave glowing and strong, like a morning sun coming out of gloomy mountains.

 

"Thou great star," spake he, as he had spoken once before, "thou deep eye of happiness, what would be all thy happiness if thou hadst not THOSE for whom thou shinest!

And if they remained in their chambers whilst thou art already awake, and comest and bestowest and distributest, how would thy proud modesty upbraid for it!

Well! they still sleep, these higher men, whilst I am awake: THEY are not my proper companions! Not for them do I wait here in my mountains.

At my work I want to be, at my day: but they understand not what are the signs of my morning, my step--is not for them the awakening-call.

They still sleep in my cave; their dream still drinketh at my drunken songs. The audient ear for ME--the OBEDIENT ear, is yet lacking in their limbs."
 

--This had Zarathustra spoken to his heart when the sun arose: then looked he inquiringly aloft, for he heard above him the sharp call of his eagle. "Well!" called he upwards, "thus is it pleasing and proper to me. Mine animals are awake, for I am awake.

Mine eagle is awake, and like me honoureth the sun. With eagle-talons doth it grasp at the new light. Ye are my proper animals; I love you.

But still do I lack my proper men!"--

 

Thus spake Zarathustra; then, however, it happened that all on a sudden he became aware that he was flocked around and fluttered around, as if by innumerable birds,--the whizzing of so many wings, however, and the crowding around his head was so great that he shut his eyes. And verily, there came down upon him as it were a cloud, like a cloud of arrows which poureth upon a new enemy. But behold, here it was a cloud of love, and showered upon a new friend. (...)"

 

 Friedrich Nietzsche, "Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book For All And None", LXXX. The Sign.

 

Donny Miller art

 

Urge and Desire (envie et désir)

"Everything you and I do springs from two motives: the sex urge and the desire to be great."

 

Sigmund Freud

 

Freud não explorou esta sua ideia do "Desire to be great" e coloca-a aqui ao mesmo nível da necessidade sexual ("sex urge").

 

Para mim, "The sex urge" não é uma força primordial, sendo isso sim uma das mais importantes manifestações da "Will to Improve" (que poderemos fazer equivaler aqui ao "Desire to be great" de Freud). No entanto e quanto a mim a "sex urge" poderá ser, ao invés, uma manifestação de Nyx, quando se revela (auto-)destrutiva.

 

 

 

Galeria de Heróis Will to Improve: Malala Yousafzai

Malala Yousafzai

Inicio hoje a Galeria de Heróis Will to Improve.

Pessoas que demonstraram uma vontade inabalável no avanço da Civilização e do Conhecimento Humano.

Pessoas que estariam dispostas a dar a própria vida, ou a deram, para que a Humanidade evolua. Pessoas que lutaram contra o obscurantismo em qualquer das suas formas.

Malala Yousafzai, paquistanesa de 14 anos baleada por talibãs porque queria ir à escola e aprender, simboliza bem a nossa luta contra o obscurantismo religioso e merece sem dúvida abrir esta galeria.
 

"Malala Yousafzai, de 14 anos, é hoje um símbolo de coragem. Foi baleada porque foi à escola, desobedecendo às ordens talibãs. Depois de uma cirurgia de sucesso, esta quarta-feira, Malala luta agora pela vida, enquanto as ruas do Paquistão e as redes sociais do Mundo condenam o ataque. O pior ainda não passou: se sobreviver, os talibãs prometem tentar matá-la novamente."

 

Ver notícia aqui e mais informação aqui.

 

Yes we can be heroes.

 

We can beat them, for ever and ever

 

 

Draft de hipótese cosmológica ateia não metafísica

Que posso eu dizer-vos mais sobre a minha Weltanschauung, que vai ficando mais nítida, numa noite melancólica de chuva e sem vos fazer pensar que fumei coisas esquisitas?

 

Bem, já que não tendes nada para fazer, vou contar-vos de novo a história, de uma forma diferente.

 

Relembro-vos que não estamos a falar de entidades, estamos a falar de hipotéticas forças profundas, residentes no espaço vazio, que, segundo a minha hipótese cosmológica, fazem mover o Universo. Como cada um é livre de inventar o que quiser, vamos fazer de conta que estamos na Grécia Antiga e que eu era um "ganda maluco" que andava para lá de túnica e que decidia inventar uma cosmologia, sem ter diploma nenhum (com ou sem equivalências). Então seria assim:

 

Will to Improve ama e odeia Nyx, que é seu oposto impossível e tendência para o caos e a regressão. De cada vez que se aproximam, energizam-se. Precisam um do outro mas antagonizam-se mutuamente quando se aproximam.

 

E a Bright Star of Beauty? A Bright Star of Beauty é o Futuro, o Objectivo.

Will to Improve ama e evolui para ela, para esse Futuro. É ela a atração, é para esse Futuro que evoluimos.

 

É ela quem nos recorda a necessidade de Futuro quando temos a tentação de viver no e para o presente.

Sim, estou a dizer que há um Sentido na Vida: é Will to Improve to Bright Star of Beauty.

 

Claro que todos somos simultaneamente Will to Improve e Nyx, e sentimos - em maior ou menor grau - o chamamento da Bright Star of Beauty dentro de nós. Todos temos essas forças primordiais em conflito permanente.

 

Dedicated to Nyx and Bright Star of Beauty, on a rainy night: melancholy hill.

 

Are you close to me, both?