Vivimos en un mundo de ideas. Nosotros mismos no somos más que la idea que nuestra razón se ha formado acerca de quiénes somos. Si existimos en la realidad como entidades ajenas a la idea que somos entonces somos incoherentes: la misma razón que nos da existencia como individuos no puede jamás llegar a superar a la idea y aprehender la entidad que quizás somos.
Como mónadas, aislados, nos dejamos llevar por la vida sin que podamos hacer nada para dirigirnos. Por ésto el presente resulta tan opaco como el futuro. El conocimiento nos alcanza de modo lento y supone un alto coste personal porque nos permite entender lo que nos sucede al tiempo que nos hace darnos cuenta de lo impotentes que somos para cambiar los acontecimientos. Nada permanece en este fluir.
Nuestra razón dibuja una explicación del mundo. Cuando algo no resulta comprensible por la razón podemos imaginar cualquier historia, por inverosímil que parezca, para rellenar el hueco en la textura de las cosas. También nos forjamos una idea de los demás que encaja en nuestra concepción del mundo. Pero la idea que nos forjamos del otro es por completo ajena a la realidad del otro, que es la idea que tiene de sí mismo. De ahí que podamos concebir al mismo ser en distintos planos, como personajes diferentes de una historia que interaccionan sin crear paradojas.
Al final, no somos en función de otros sino de nosotros mismos. Cada vida es irreductible únicamente a sí misma. Cada vida es singular y la mejor muestra de la singularidad es la libertad de poder desaparecer del mundo sin decir adiós.
........................................................
"But the present is no less dark than the past, and its mystery is equal to anything the future might hold. Such is the way of the world: one step at a time, one word and then the next. (...) For knowledge comes slowly, and when it comes, it is often at great personal expense."
... a hole in the texture of things, and one story can fill this hole as well as any other."
"He has been marked by the past and one that happens, nothing can be done about it. Something happens, Blue things, and then it goes on happening forever. It can never be changed, can never be otherwise. (...) For something is about to happen, and once it happens, nothing will ever be the same again."
"The thing and the thought of the thing are one and the same."
"Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day."
"His life had stopped the moment we went our separate ways, and he belonged to the past for me now, not to the present. He was a ghost I carried around inside me, a prehistoric figment, a thing that was no longer real."
"I wanted too much of things, I had too many desires, I lived too fully in the grip of the immediate ever to attain such indifference. It mattered to me that I do well, that I impress people with the empty signs of my ambition; good grades, varsity letters, awards for whatever it was they were judging us on that week. Fanshawe remained aloof from all that, quietly standing in his corner, paying no attention. If he did well, it was always in spite of himself, with no struggle, no effort, no stake in the thing he had done."
"We exist for ourselves, perhaps, and at times we even have a glimmer of who we are, but in the end we can never be sure, and as our lives go on, we become more and more opaque to ourselves, more and more aware of our own incoherence. No one can cross the boundary into another -for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself."
"... in the end, each life is irreducible to anything other than itself. Which is as much as to say: lives make no sense."
"... sexual desire can also be the desire to kill, that a moment comes when it is possible for a man to choose death over life."
"... the true test after all, is to be like everyone else. Once that happens, he no longer has to question his singularity. He is free -not only of other, but of himself. The ultimate proof of this, I think, is that when he leaves the ship, he says goodbye to no one."
0 comentarios:
Post a Comment