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purchased a book from my teacher did not know.
After reading this (he wrote in his years of "youth") can not stop thinking about myself, about my life and my own thoughts ...
After reading this (he wrote in his years of "youth") can not stop thinking about myself, about my life and my own thoughts ...
"Man is born rebel. Its nature is repugnant.
The man craving a divine immanence. The whole world would be insufficient body of his relentless desire.
But man is not the only boundless lust for life. Everything in the universe, imperialized, and every individual existence ambitions extend to the whole being. The most miserable animal, delivered without bans his fever coparía devour space and the stars. In the pools of the roads are ephemeral bodies containing the virtual possession of heaven.
No limit is interior to be, no ambition itself is challenged. A waiver is born of an obstacle, any abstention of rejection. The universe is a system of mutual constraints, where the object is constructed as a tension of conflict. Violence, cruel minister of the limited nature of things, imposes the rules of existence to date.
But if the intervention of foreign presence and truncated infinite possible amputation, emaciated soul can only a fraction of the acts with which he dreams. All the world's border, end, end.
Our land dispossession is a thorough learning. Each evening we naked. Our ambition pursues petty decreasing. Living is not acquired, but abdicate.
Everything is challenging for our impotence is known, all barrier for our weakness and admits notice. Among our greed and the fruit that quenches, extends a short distance equal to infinite space. Our deepest desire is our inability safer.
Our life falls apart in each of his gestures, leaving the limbo countless abortions. Scaring live larvae crave our blood. Our destination is the pressure exerted by a stone dead abduración liberty every election obstructs the addresses selected, in each of us groan drowned ghosts that were not.
impassive pale option presides over instantly.
long to unite and simultaneous possession confuse opposing objects, but the relentless requirement consistent acts divided and rolled our monstrous greed of conjunctions. The incompatibility of anti cancels the delicious satisfaction of our appetites disorder.
But if we delude simultaneity, time will ban future compliance. Every act is fertile, and no one can abolish the consequences. The fog of the past permeates us. Unfit to return to our bygone crossroads, we can not pasearnos in time as a dark corridor. Life ignores repentance, and forgot to erect temples confessionals in vain. Years are
successive our cells. Life spirals from the infinity of our ambitions to the pit where its apex club. Our sacrifices stiffness anticipated season.
We are, however, prisoners sentenced to dictate our own sentence. The man can not be delivered to the trajectory of his life as a stone in a parabolic curve that returns to earth. Life is not an easy road by walls, but the path born out of our way, as our fingerprints.
The man is a lost animal, without being an abandoned animal. The man does not know where to go, yet having an obligation to reach. A voice impossible to hear it enjoins. The man only knows if it complies face after the failure.
We are free to apply the most diverse purposes, free of further actions run counter, free in the jungles darker, but our freedom is only freedom to err. If we own maul the promise inscribed in our flesh, his determination will exceed our servant.
Freedom is not stellar rise as a platform for the man to draw from it an arbitrary path between the stars. Freedom is not the power to set goals, but the power to spoil.
Freedom is our risk, the noble privilege to violate our duty. The animal moves forward, unabashed, into the fullness of its essence, and the matter is done with his life alone. The man shudders and teetering on the brink of self. Never is white where the arrow stuck vibrates, but sharp arrow in the wind. "
Nicolás Gómez Dávila
The man craving a divine immanence. The whole world would be insufficient body of his relentless desire.
But man is not the only boundless lust for life. Everything in the universe, imperialized, and every individual existence ambitions extend to the whole being. The most miserable animal, delivered without bans his fever coparía devour space and the stars. In the pools of the roads are ephemeral bodies containing the virtual possession of heaven.
No limit is interior to be, no ambition itself is challenged. A waiver is born of an obstacle, any abstention of rejection. The universe is a system of mutual constraints, where the object is constructed as a tension of conflict. Violence, cruel minister of the limited nature of things, imposes the rules of existence to date.
But if the intervention of foreign presence and truncated infinite possible amputation, emaciated soul can only a fraction of the acts with which he dreams. All the world's border, end, end.
Our land dispossession is a thorough learning. Each evening we naked. Our ambition pursues petty decreasing. Living is not acquired, but abdicate.
Everything is challenging for our impotence is known, all barrier for our weakness and admits notice. Among our greed and the fruit that quenches, extends a short distance equal to infinite space. Our deepest desire is our inability safer.
Our life falls apart in each of his gestures, leaving the limbo countless abortions. Scaring live larvae crave our blood. Our destination is the pressure exerted by a stone dead abduración liberty every election obstructs the addresses selected, in each of us groan drowned ghosts that were not.
impassive pale option presides over instantly.
long to unite and simultaneous possession confuse opposing objects, but the relentless requirement consistent acts divided and rolled our monstrous greed of conjunctions. The incompatibility of anti cancels the delicious satisfaction of our appetites disorder.
But if we delude simultaneity, time will ban future compliance. Every act is fertile, and no one can abolish the consequences. The fog of the past permeates us. Unfit to return to our bygone crossroads, we can not pasearnos in time as a dark corridor. Life ignores repentance, and forgot to erect temples confessionals in vain. Years are
successive our cells. Life spirals from the infinity of our ambitions to the pit where its apex club. Our sacrifices stiffness anticipated season.
We are, however, prisoners sentenced to dictate our own sentence. The man can not be delivered to the trajectory of his life as a stone in a parabolic curve that returns to earth. Life is not an easy road by walls, but the path born out of our way, as our fingerprints.
The man is a lost animal, without being an abandoned animal. The man does not know where to go, yet having an obligation to reach. A voice impossible to hear it enjoins. The man only knows if it complies face after the failure.
We are free to apply the most diverse purposes, free of further actions run counter, free in the jungles darker, but our freedom is only freedom to err. If we own maul the promise inscribed in our flesh, his determination will exceed our servant.
Freedom is not stellar rise as a platform for the man to draw from it an arbitrary path between the stars. Freedom is not the power to set goals, but the power to spoil.
Freedom is our risk, the noble privilege to violate our duty. The animal moves forward, unabashed, into the fullness of its essence, and the matter is done with his life alone. The man shudders and teetering on the brink of self. Never is white where the arrow stuck vibrates, but sharp arrow in the wind. "
Nicolás Gómez Dávila
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