HEREAFTER
Qui nell’eternità
Hereafter : il futuro è già qui ( ma coinvolge il passato ). Alla debolezza del presente si contrappone la fermezza di a past made up of fragments pasted from and the Myth (Great ) history and a future evanescent solidified by the hope of success.
Artificial real success - that is, the realization (informed understanding and practical completion) - the live "here and now, for as is done for the Great Parody of overpowering and overflowing (even to Guy Debord) society of the spectacle (a company from calendar or urinalysis ...) is only a dull and tasteless substitute for what is true "here and now", ie the eternizzazione already on this earth of our being-there in our fields and in the newspapers Our book of hours. For horas ...
"This and nothing else is life: life is like. Bad luck to the anguish. It is short time to live. Soon, wine, dancing, wreaths of flowers, the women. I feel good today, because tomorrow is obscure. " Words of Pallas, the Alexandrian poet, una delle ultime voci pagane – non solo Ipazia – non ancora soffocate dal rumore dei passi dell’avanzante medioevo (quello buio) , evoca le voci di dentro, s focate, spolpate, ma ancora non soffoc ate dal vociare della metropoli. Voce – quella della … vita è piacere. Alla malora le angosce. È breve il tempo per vivere. Presto, il vino … le donne. Voglio sta r bene oggi… – apparentemente consonante with the fading of today's vanitas vanitatum p the atitude of opium and dopata tronista and showgirls to Prozac (but I do not want to do with all the same brush - there is also life on stage, sometimes more than in kitchens, living rooms and in the sacristy).
"And certainly our time ... prefers the image to the thing, copying the original, representation to reality, appearance to being ... What for it is sacred is only the illusion , but what is profane is the truth. Indeed, in his eyes the sacred increases as decreases the truth and the growing ill infusion, so that the height illusion for it is also the height of the sacred . " (Feuerbach)
The mystery, the mystic, the mix of sacred and profane, like the movie's increasingly rouge-noir (or noir-rouge ) Clint Eastwood (Kyle's father - as I write my oreilles sipping his Iwo Jima after being impregnated, flight of fancy but not too much of Trouble Man of Marvin Gaye ) realize the man's transcendence and immanence of the divine, or that the synergy polyphonic and multiplexes that leads to the discovery, the un-veiling , 's another 's Other and of' Alto. So high so low. De Profundis you COMPLAINT.
Hereafter: already here is later. The Deus absconditus (l ' En Soph of Kabbalah - Madonna permitting - but Lady Gaga goes ...) is the r Adige and the engine of all our freedoms and all of our discovery ( inventio, device, expositio). Yes, Deus sive Natura (in the sense that impregnates and 'supports' each 'full' and any 'empty'), a transpersonal God that it is immanent, 'personal' ( and intrapersonal, well as, of course, interpersonal ), whether you believe in its existence and / or presence is that act 'as if' (there: as in 'bet' Pascal), is what makes ensure that our actions may go beyond the limits of ordinariness, of custom and mediocrity. Of course I speak of an approach 'personal', vis à vis, as one between friends and, more intimate, between lovers. a dialogue between a I (with a capital letter) and God (even with the lower case). And I do not speak of a report ( re-abiding ) without di obblighi, costrizioni, legalismi, lacci e laccioli, ma di ‘liberazione’, ‘intuizione’, ‘captazione’ e ‘impregnazione’ di una Presenza ( super – una Supermind per un Übermensch… ) per far sì che il nostro deserta non cresca.
Sì, Dio è morto. Ma è morto il Dio della nostra idea tradizionale di Dio: Dio muore come Padre per ritrovarsi dialetticamente come Figlio (ossia, passa dalla ‘lontananza’ del Dio ‘after’ alla ‘prossimità’ del Dio ‘here ’ ). “Veniamo a Gesù perché il Dio che abbiamo trovato al di fuori di lui è una specie di nemico assente che non ci rende possibile pensare o vivere come vorremmo, cioè come cristiani.” W. Hamilton - One of the theologians, theorists Death of God " ). It is, therefore, always a God super-essential ( Kether, the 'lofty crown' of Kabbalah ) , but its Shekinah, his presence (s sub-essence: his sub-stale, substance, its parousia ia, that updates 's ousia ) is here among us, ready to be captured, even' robbed '( the Kingdom are those who take it hard if ... - so it is written in the Gospels). Above all, it is dentro di noi: attende solo che ‘scaviamo’ (ma è sufficiente un attimo… – stop con scavi analitici, e psico-analitici) e scopriamo la perla. Tutto questo, nella consapevolezza (sempre con Hamilton) che “la vita cristiana non è un’aspirazione, un’attesa, ma un andare verso il mondo” . D’altronde, “solo il cristiano può pronunciare la parola liberatrice della morte di Dio, perché Only the Christian has died in Christ to the transcendent realm of the sacred ... " (T. Altizer - other theologian Death of God ).
God is dead, but his spirit lives on (in us) ... Spirit Take it! Speaking of books (not just GNP , in mia versione), mi piace iniziare l’anno con uno stralcio ‘spirituale’ dal mio romanzo in prossima (libera) uscita (anche l’editore mi ha lasciato libero – nemmeno un taglio o una glossa. Ma glissiamoci sopra…).
«Agganciamoci a Margherita Porete, primo anello della catena del Movimento del Libero Spirito… – Massimo attraccò alla sua sponda preferita (l’ultima spiaggia): “L’uomo in questa vita può diventare impeccabile e quindi non può più progredire … A questo grado of perfection, no longer needs to do penance and pray, affording instead of doing everything ... " A man who could reinvent themselves every day, which transgresses the boundaries, communicating acts, which is always a step further, that without love limitations, unconditionally, but with a free spirit , in each case with its own ethics. short, no longer the banner of the Augustinian and sloppy, "Love and do what you want," but a "love comes and do what you got" (the last one, so to speak, of 'librettist' iki-eros-bushido ). But not only the 'Cultra', I do not want raging, sometimes it takes the shot flabellum: "ethics is the charity most traffic laws" (ie, translated to Vattimo, if you love your neighbor and I respect that, and he idem with you there is no reason to ask him to limit or interfere in its sphere of freedom under the pretext of supposed natural or divine laws. Just common sense: the law of love engraved in the hearts ). And again, always behind Margaret, the 'teacher' (Faustian? No. With the whip? Yes, flabellum but flagellant): " is not bound to obey anyone, not even the Church, because where is the Lord, there is freedom in this life ... He enjoys the same bliss of future ... Every rational nature is blessed in itself and does not need the light of glory to rise to the contemplation of God ... The 'perfect soul is not bound to the practice of virtue ... make love without love is a sin, but love is not a sin. "
" Ok. But we are careful with the last two ... with Juice! (Lorenzo, after all, was always with his feet of lead. Even if he was flying.) "
" Come on, do not be bigoted, the Beghard ... Begin the beguine! What is true is the basic idea, that we have to 'push' ( compelle intrare ) and spread : that we are all sparks of the Divine Fire. God works in us, Christ is born, grows - and never dies - in us. God is love. Love and do 'what you want. Do what you want. Ubi Spiritus Domini, ibi libertas ... "
Love melamine. soul, spirit, feelings that make the body. Beau Soleil, feu sacré. Exploring territories, in search of the ark ... near-lost distant God. God binds His power in the action of its relationship with the beloved creature (the 'born again' - ... but everyone can and should ). The soul that becomes destroyed the passage from which 'filters' (es'infiltra) God to enter, stay and remain in this world ...
"" You've come to pour my wine? But when I get drunk with wine is invisible, " sings Rumi, soul freedom and drunk! "Anima and forget drunk ma molto ubriaca, ma più che ubriaca… di ciò che non ha bevuto né berrà mai!” E dai… È giunto il momento di vivere la vita piena! – Lorenzo alzò il bicchiere al cielo (il soffitto. E poi, invece del vino invisibile, del prosecco ben in vista. E vide che era cosa buona… ). Libiam nei lieti calici, che la bellezza infiora. E la fuggevol ora s’inebri di voluttà. Libiamo nei dolci fremiti che suscita l’amore…»
Siate tutti caldi oppure freddi: i tiepidi li vomiterò nella Geenna… Fuoco e fiamme. Fou rire. Passion, an explosion of feelings, the soul bang. Inner strength and rebellion. The other side? "That Nietzsche destroyed me ..." (as Heidegger), but I Christ rebuilds. Yes, if God is dead, at least there was Christ ... (Thus Spake De André, who was also an agnostic).
Christ with us! The room grew sky. It began to rain. A few drops, then showers. Water above and water below. Flooding of the Spirit. The apartment, everything flooded. Max shut the door (if Lorenzo had dimenticato). Ma Cristo la riaprì…
E l’arca scivolò lentamente in acqua.
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