The four injured The " narcissistic wounds" of modernity as Freud are those who, in one form or another man dismounted favorite place in which he himself had set in the universe.
Chronologically they are: the heliocentric theory of Copernicus, the theory of Darwinian evolution, and exposure of the unconscious by Freud himself.
Copernicus us out of our privileged place in the world, the center of the solar system. Also dilutes the finiteness of the Aristotelian universe closed to establish a cool and quiet area filled with more questions than answers for the soul of man. Darwin
by his side that lashes out at high pedestal where we kept apart from other living creatures and inert, as semi-divine beings created in our image and likeness. Now we have no religious power to subdue and enslave the animals before we are consigned to also be mere animals, fruit of chance and climate variations.
Freud finally destroys the hidden pipes of human reason teaches us to observe as being manipulated by our own instincts unknown. We have no doubt that all our evidence alleged to be based on rational and uncontrolled passions.
A wound on our place in the world, about our origin, one on our right. However, there is a fourth wound that few recognize but that has always been there, a hidden wound that defines us in a negative and persistent. A shadow which is not to reduce or humble, but displaying our shame and lack of reflection on ourselves and the rest of the universe. That wound has no name, no character, nor is any theory that can be refuted, and I can only explain laboriously and clumsily.
The question that allows us to recognize our wound is simple: in all those infinite stars that constitute our universe will there be intelligent beings, brothers beings like us, or is it just we alone in the universe?
reflect on the possible answers:
- We are not alone, there is at least one planet where life has sprouted like here, as a steamy infection causing all the amazing world edema.
But if on another planet life was possible, then it is not a singular event, but a repeatable pattern, boring and comfortable.
- Or are we the only ones, there is no planet where life has its way through rotting mechanisms.
But if life on another planet has never existed, then life is a unique event that does not respond to any plan or law, is simply lost, desperate and absurd.
What occurs then is a dilemma now comprises two islands decayed by the same turbulent water and ignorance. This open our flesh wound in two and discover the nakedness of the bone, white and porous vacuum that we're done ... is to be aware that our life is carried out in the light of this miserable darkness is really scary.
The horns of the dilemma
reflect on the two horns of the dilemma.
Horn 1: Suppose first that we are unique. If we are alone then the vast universe is due to mechanisms that do not belong to us and those who do not belong. We are so unhappy organisms they eat, mate, are killed and excreted without any sense ... I remember listening to a
Once one of the most famous arguments presented in favor of the opposite idea (are not alone): " If indeed we are alone in the universe, is not it a waste of space? " ... That stupid as surprising. The universe to news accounts or what the damn economy of space (as if it were self-evident that the cosmos was decorated by a fucking minimalist). The argument claims to be religiously neutral, aims to put man in a materialistic context where evolution plays a major role and where it makes sense to terrestrial creatures because it makes them belong to a biological popular, democratic. But the argument is nothing but a miserable " should be " rationalist, a useless object that lacks both pseudorazonamiento confirmation as of honor, a desperate expression of Agalychnis, the cowardly fear our own stupidity. What a waste of space or that nonsense.
Once one of the most famous arguments presented in favor of the opposite idea (are not alone): " If indeed we are alone in the universe, is not it a waste of space? " ... That stupid as surprising. The universe to news accounts or what the damn economy of space (as if it were self-evident that the cosmos was decorated by a fucking minimalist). The argument claims to be religiously neutral, aims to put man in a materialistic context where evolution plays a major role and where it makes sense to terrestrial creatures because it makes them belong to a biological popular, democratic. But the argument is nothing but a miserable " should be " rationalist, a useless object that lacks both pseudorazonamiento confirmation as of honor, a desperate expression of Agalychnis, the cowardly fear our own stupidity. What a waste of space or that nonsense.
Until recently felt admiration for physicists, astronomers and cosmologists humanistic style Paraplegic Carl Sagan or that, but no thanks to the Lord my God that I trust him, and I reserve the insults because I imagine the jodiéndome people because they do not respect either the most brilliant minds of this century (as if the word "brilliant mind" was consistent readers idiots corner).
Horn 2: Suppose now that we are not alone, we are simply a manifestation of an infinite cluster of events like ourselves, the universe so full of life and intelligence. But then there is no decent human being. Creations of God?, What a god prolific promiscuous and desperate?, "Ejaculating wildly about the millions of cardinal points of the sky? ... Or are we simply a consequence of a natural law just as fertile a deity herself hopeless? Anyway, do not really understand what we expect of our existence if the cosmos is crowded minds, arms, intestines that often choke on other intestines, eyes absorbing the sap of things from eons ago. Compared to this universe of wealth and mind our own world is more than a humiliation. Compared to the rest of the cosmos we ourselves are our most shameful moral refutation.
Those are the two horns of the dilemma. That is the great wound that I wanted to find out awkwardly. How is it possible that human beings can go on pretending to ignore the cosmic drama that is hidden by a curtain of darkness. A theater that defines us as absurd or as a shame.
I, I know why, know why the man can go so commonplace and foolish. It is ignorance. Do not really know the answer to the dilemma we can pretend it does not exist, rather we are faced with a dilemma useless, false predicament that is useless and that only takes a vacant and pseudo-intelligence. That is the reason why man is not able to penetrate his own sore with your finger.
Only imagine that the human being with absolute certainty to submit a response to the dilemma that their world is over. For us to invade the absolute and despotic terror of loneliness, or shame invade us of clumsy children recognize weak, culicagados full of older brothers (or even if we found only minor, if we are more mature than what has been encountered in the pursuit of stability of matter, for that if it was not to give budge with the idea that the entire universe is nothing but a colossal shit rectal arising from the uniqueness of Nothing (what you've eaten to shit that? The one question I'm afraid but I may make a tangential reflection [1 ])) .
possible solutions lead to the same
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But that's not all. Because I am convinced it is possible to feel disturbed without specific response to the dilemma is revealed. The reason is that whatever the answer may imply the same result: If we are alone, then the whole universe is a large arid symmetry, a large repeating pattern that has us just as vile than not it be taken into account. If, however, we are not alone the universe, then he is again a large repeating pattern, and we are just a grain of sand, a byproduct of any equation boring.
If we are alone then the universe is a repeating pattern. If we are not alone then the universe is a repeating pattern.
How are you two options spread over all possible human worlds, then this universe, no matter what happens, is the same stupidity around a pattern. A perfect circle is not capable of movement or evolution, a sketch in black and white.
How are you two options spread over all possible human worlds, then this universe, no matter what happens, is the same stupidity around a pattern. A perfect circle is not capable of movement or evolution, a sketch in black and white.
probably the entire universe is only growing sick of something much more tedious, big and encompassing, a great joke very well planned ... God created the universe, the universe creates the stars, the stars create the planets, the planets generate life, the life of necessity, the need to create the meat, creating a need, the flesh and the need to create the ape, ape sharpening flint the flint creates Man, Man created God, who created the universe. One universe that has enabled the existence of the flint, which has created man. In the macrocosm God, Man and Flint are kept very busy. Semicircles of a single geometry without cause rolling downhill, and then climb. And again. Vertigo is an existential feel like vomiting.
So I do not believe in multiple varieties or illusory or creative. Products are of the passions of those who do not believe in the true blessing of meat, the sensuality. You can not feel anxious or hopeless then, in principle, has always lived in darkness. The only joy Inside I feel is that we are also repetitive in our bodies flows a voracious microscopic realm, a paradise like this one that we recycle in our death. Perhaps there are gods there, but there is this inner world, and in this world is a jungle in this world do not know, but I love, and the forest itself there and persevere. A microscopic jungle but real, not illusory or metaphorical ... Man along their days feeding on seeds, spores and dust raised from parasites with no name. Without knowing a forest has grown in his belly sick. Tigers stay there, dwelling in caves lung worm.
my jungle in the night I dive. Crawling on the leaves, and between almost human cries of agitation, I follow the path of feces thrown to the accumulation of my primates. Here comes another intelligence or does not come any. Particularly nasty details.
[1] This thought obviously hides a paradox:
If the universe was shit, then the year should have been before him. But then, where was the year before?. Well, in a meta-universe could answer, and then the new question is how did this meta-universe, and if it was screwed up the meta-universe itself, then its source must be in a meta-meta-universe and so on ad nauseam . This obviously (?) Is unacceptable.
But apart from the above logical problem, another problem is this: that each universe used as food and fucked up the previous body, generating an unimaginable nutritional degradation of matter in the cosmos.
The only possible solution to this problem is to admit that the universe itself is shit. Please do not let the metaphor-digestive physiological blots possible reasonable solution to the serious problem of the origin.
If the universe was shit, then the year should have been before him. But then, where was the year before?. Well, in a meta-universe could answer, and then the new question is how did this meta-universe, and if it was screwed up the meta-universe itself, then its source must be in a meta-meta-universe and so on ad nauseam . This obviously (?) Is unacceptable.
But apart from the above logical problem, another problem is this: that each universe used as food and fucked up the previous body, generating an unimaginable nutritional degradation of matter in the cosmos.
The only possible solution to this problem is to admit that the universe itself is shit. Please do not let the metaphor-digestive physiological blots possible reasonable solution to the serious problem of the origin.
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