Why I write
A simple phrase is enough to shake one's inner life: "Why do I write?" A certainty takes shape, paradoxical and burning: writing is pointless...
A simple phrase is enough to shake one's inner life: "Why do I write?" A certainty takes shape, paradoxical and burning: writing is pointless...
One day, his only desire, he fulfilled it effortlessly each day. He would get up and mentally count the time it took him to do it. He counted the time...
Following the article, "Why this hatred of authority?", I received numerous reactions. The first consisted of confusion, or of asking me not to...
Reflections on the Holy Father's various statements concerning migrants: The migrants arriving in Europe today are not all fleeing a catastrophic situation...
12th-century monastic prayer: Teach me, Lord, to make good use of the time You give me for work… Teach me to combine haste and slowness….
Part 7 and final part: Love. Antigone's desire is familial; she does not want to leave her brother unburied. Creon, on the other hand, desires to...
Identity is divided, on the one hand, into a foundation that is within us, without which we can derive any particular merit, our nature, and on the other hand, the education (culture) that we...
So many stories about identity! The word appears neither in Greek epic nor in tragedy. Identity in Antigone's time is based on...
Part 3: Destiny. Man descends from the tree. Man, like the tree, is defined as much by his roots as by his fruit. Man, like the tree...
Part 2: The Funeral — “My dearest Ismene. I came this morning to tell you that I've taken care of everything. I used the same funeral home for…”.
Part 1: The Family From the very first reading of Antigone, an ambiguity arises in the reader's mind. Does Antigone embody the action or...
The Marcial Maciel affair forces us to confront the question of Evil. Our era avoids engaging with it. What do we know of the work of the devil, and what can we do about it?.
The human vision of humility is like the human vision of love: limited. Humility must exert its authority at all times and in all places.
One day in the 90s, we were walking down the street, we had just left the Hôtel des Saints-Pères, and Alvaro Mutis stopped abruptly. We were almost at the corner of the street...