Category: Modern world

To deny the origin, it is possible to affirm that the existence of past facts cannot be proven, or better that it is an accident, an accident amplified by gossip. It is here that the attenuation often proves to be an effective subterfuge, because it does not oblige to deny and is based on a part of honesty, but if the escobarderie makes it possible to extract oneself in appearance from a lineage , makes it possible to hide from the world the ghosts of its origin under the veil of ignorance, it only feigns the outside, the surrounding people, it does not offer any escapes during an encounter with oneself. It often represents the cornerstone of a fear of intimacy. Because intimacy reveals. Because unassumed fear partitions a fear of oneself into itself while denying it. How many of our contemporaries live thus harnessed to their fear of disclosure? This way of feint declines a rainbow of cowardice; a cowardice which beats the measure of silence, which creates balance and bases it on a forgetfulness of self, therefore on a loss of self, then a negation of self. The fear that does not die and does not rise again in bravery announces the death of freedom. The reign of robots. Ismene hides the outrage of Creon. Ismene has already lost her freedom. She lost it on purpose. She traded it for a little comfort. She is afraid to see herself. Ismene leads her little way as the popular adage says, which means that she merges with her destiny, even more she wraps herself in her destiny, she is one with it, she can almost to distinguish one's destiny from one's life, but destiny is an unassumed fear, destiny invites us to live a life parallel to the life we ​​could have lived, the life for which we were made, destiny inexorably takes us away from our vocation, at the beginning we still see this vocation, but little by little it dissipates and becomes confused with a dream. Sometimes, however, an event can revive this awareness of what we are deep inside us, it is when the event becomes history.

The contemporary world gets excited by using the formula : make sense , perfect translation of the Anglo-Saxon expression, make sense. It is so comforting to repeat this expression to yourself without it actually having any… meaning, so we pick up little things that make sense , but what are these mini-meanings found on the ground almost by chance? What are these senses, a skin of grief , which invite themselves without our being there for nothing or almost if not the residues of a past sense, of a common sense, of a good sense sculpted by the centuries? Through the methodical destruction of the family, transmission between generations is lacking, the meaning of our actions is lost, so we have to invent meaning, create meaning, we have to give ourselves the illusion of still living, of not having abdicated. Deceit is backed up by ignorance, and on this point too, trickery is not new. The meaning given by death within the family, this meaning almost completely forgotten nowadays, is recalled by Antigone in Sophocles' play where she stands as a guardian of the values ​​that liberate, because they protect man from death. 'animal. Antigone reaffirms what man can and cannot; it takes hold of a force destined to protect us from our will to power and to teach us the time of responsibility; a time nowadays entrusted to specialists replacing the family, the people who compose it, and the tenuous links woven between them by the passing of time.

No need to be frightened by these robots from Asia who seem ready to conquer our place, because the robot is in us and it is watching us; he watches for this point of no return where the man stripped of all humanity will exhibit his corpse believing he has defeated his worst enemy. The loss of know-how vis-à-vis death has gone hand in hand with the loss of the rite: almost nothing any longer accompanies the dead to Hades, almost nothing any longer frees the living from the dead and the dead from living. The gravediggers of humanity grant importance to the rite only to mock it or harm it without grasping the liberation it procures through the meaning it reveals.

I feel like a medieval soul and I have the idea that the soul of my homeland is medieval, that by force it passed through the Renaissance, the Reformation, the Revolution, learning something from them, either, but without letting touch his soul, preserving the spiritual heritage of these so-called foggy times. And Quixotism is only the most desperate focus of the struggle of the Middle Ages against the Renaissance which emerged from it.