Bellow of the intellect, song of the instinct
[You may also read this work in spanish at: http://www.bramidointelectual.blogspot.com
Foreword.
The purpose of this work is to denounce the destructive nature of scientific, rationalist thought which pretends to analize and define reality from the strict point of view of mathemathics. Reality is something more complex than a mathematical model. Man is the confluence of two dimensions: material and suprasensible, visible and invisible. Man is a complex creature capable of abstract thinking. But man is also an animal, an elementary being belonging to the cosmos and the kingdoms of nature. If modern urban consumer society is going to survive to the terrible consequences of extreme individualism then she is forced to take the path of compromise with instinctive wisdom.
My approach is schematic and my atittude pasionnée. Because I am convinced that behind this simple scheme lies human history's divine plan. Between this scheme that I paint (with such a few colors of my own) thanks to the loan of extraordinary writers - pieces of the puzzle of the cosmic destiny of man - and the ordinary person that likes to save ideas and words, the result is bound to be Spartan, to say the less. Lucky for me that - using the linguistic dichotomy of Ferdinand de Saussure signifiant-signifié - I am standing on human sense itself. The idea overcomes the imperfection of a poor vehicle. I could even say that the Idea which is the main impulsion of this work is self-sufficient and expresses alone. That is why I conceive a complete success in the diffussion of this message. The image that arises out of this pot-pourri of theories, citations and poetry belongs to what Rudolf Steiner has called "the spirit of our times".
An academic historian would define this work as naïf and superficial. A realistic approach of human history is bound to look naïf and even childish to the parched landscape of the academic elite's intellectuallism.
The spirit of our times is trying to say something to man, everywhere, anytime. But the urban consumer is blind and deaf to the elemental message of creative sense that hides behind everyday beauty. Because he is too busy taking care of his image before the demanding stare of his entourage and the mermaid's song of globalised consumer society. The spirit of our times is only heard by certain children and poets. Because his language is that one of the beauty of such simple and divine things as a luminous drop of water, the ineffable grace of a fast ant, the masterwork of a leaf, of a flower, of a rainbow. The spirit of our time wants man to perform that (secret) wish that he carries in the bottom of his heart. A wish veiled and forbidden by the tyranny of logic. That wish is to kiss one's mother in the cheeks, to solidly hug the Great Mother of all mothers, the Mother Earth,to form with her, during an eternal instant, a same being.
Foreword.
The purpose of this work is to denounce the destructive nature of scientific, rationalist thought which pretends to analize and define reality from the strict point of view of mathemathics. Reality is something more complex than a mathematical model. Man is the confluence of two dimensions: material and suprasensible, visible and invisible. Man is a complex creature capable of abstract thinking. But man is also an animal, an elementary being belonging to the cosmos and the kingdoms of nature. If modern urban consumer society is going to survive to the terrible consequences of extreme individualism then she is forced to take the path of compromise with instinctive wisdom.
My approach is schematic and my atittude pasionnée. Because I am convinced that behind this simple scheme lies human history's divine plan. Between this scheme that I paint (with such a few colors of my own) thanks to the loan of extraordinary writers - pieces of the puzzle of the cosmic destiny of man - and the ordinary person that likes to save ideas and words, the result is bound to be Spartan, to say the less. Lucky for me that - using the linguistic dichotomy of Ferdinand de Saussure signifiant-signifié - I am standing on human sense itself. The idea overcomes the imperfection of a poor vehicle. I could even say that the Idea which is the main impulsion of this work is self-sufficient and expresses alone. That is why I conceive a complete success in the diffussion of this message. The image that arises out of this pot-pourri of theories, citations and poetry belongs to what Rudolf Steiner has called "the spirit of our times".
An academic historian would define this work as naïf and superficial. A realistic approach of human history is bound to look naïf and even childish to the parched landscape of the academic elite's intellectuallism.
The spirit of our times is trying to say something to man, everywhere, anytime. But the urban consumer is blind and deaf to the elemental message of creative sense that hides behind everyday beauty. Because he is too busy taking care of his image before the demanding stare of his entourage and the mermaid's song of globalised consumer society. The spirit of our times is only heard by certain children and poets. Because his language is that one of the beauty of such simple and divine things as a luminous drop of water, the ineffable grace of a fast ant, the masterwork of a leaf, of a flower, of a rainbow. The spirit of our time wants man to perform that (secret) wish that he carries in the bottom of his heart. A wish veiled and forbidden by the tyranny of logic. That wish is to kiss one's mother in the cheeks, to solidly hug the Great Mother of all mothers, the Mother Earth,to form with her, during an eternal instant, a same being.
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