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On Beauty and Carnal Desire: Sappho’s Fragment 31

  Fragment 31 of Sappho shows how beauty can be a source of suffering. In this fragment, beauty does not generate desire but pain, dizziness, and palpitations. A man of godlike beauty does not generate carnal desire because he represents perfection, and perfection generates fear, confusion, and the other states that Sappho describes in Fragment 31. Sappho does not speak of carnal desire or sexual excitement, but of physical and spiritual suffering. The imperfect, the monstrous, the deformed, the uncommon, and the sinful — understood as the highest form of spiritual imperfection — generate the desire of the flesh. Fragment 31. He seems to me the equal of the gods, that man who sits facing you, and, close beside you, listens and speaks sweetly, and laughs with irresistible charm. Indeed, that has set my heart trembling within my breast. For whenever I look upon you, even for a moment, my voice no longer comes to me; my tongue is broken; at once a subtle fire runs beneath my sk...
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De la verdad

  La verdad debe ser desvelada; no es evidente por sí misma, pues, como dice Heráclito, «la naturaleza ama ocultarse». Descubrir la verdad requiere una adaequatio entre quien la busca y el kairós (καιρός), el momento oportuno. En otras palabras, la verdad solo se revela cuando ella misma consiente en salir a la luz. χρόνῳ δὲ παντάπασιν ὀλίγῳ διακαλύπτεται τὰ τοιαῦτα στρατηγήματα, τῆς φύσεως οὐκ ἀεὶ κρύπτεσθαι φιλούσης ἀλλ᾽, ὁπόταν καιρὸς ᾖ, τὸ ἴδιον κάλλος ἀναφαινούσης ἀηττήτοις δυνάμεσιν [Filón de Alejandría, De Specialibus Legibus IV, 51 (V, p. 220 Cohn)] «Pero, al cabo de muy poco tiempo, tales estratagemas quedan completamente al descubierto, pues la naturaleza no ama permanecer siempre oculta; antes bien, cuando llega el momento oportuno (καιρός), manifiesta su propia belleza mediante fuerzas irresistibles.»

On Uncovering the Truth

  Truth must be uncovered; it is not self-evident, for, as Heraclitus says, "nature loves to hide." Uncovering the truth requires an adaequatio between the seeker and the καιρὸς, the opportune moment. In other words, truth reveals herself only when she consents to come to light. χρόνῳ δὲ παντάπασιν ὀλίγῳ διακαλύπτεται τὰ τοιαῦτα στρατηγήματα, τῆς φύσεως οὐκ ἀεὶ κρύπτεσθαι φιλούσης ἀλλ᾽, ὁπόταν καιρὸς ᾖ, τὸ ἴδιον κάλλος ἀναφαινούσης ἀηττήτοις δυνάμεσιν [Philo of Alexandria, De Specialibus Legibus IV, 51 (V, p. 220 Cohn)] "But after a very short time such stratagems are uncovered, since nature does not always love to remain hidden, but, whenever the proper moment arrives, reveals its own beauty by irresistible powers"

Gli umili sono mai stati giovani e immortali?

  Io non volevo invecchiare e in verità Ho fatto l'impossibile per l'immortalità. Per l'eterna giovinezza a cui ho creduto Di morire un giorno ho sempre negato. E ho pensato che il tempo fosse fermo Che quello stato non avrei cambiato. Per tanti anni ho proceduto da infermo Un male incurabile di nome arroganza. L'arroganza di vivere solo d'ormoni È un male vero e sincero, mi chiedo? La natura d'esser giovani ha ragioni Che crescono e vanno per volizioni. Nell'arroganza vive il suo discrimine vecchio e nuovo, mortale e immortale. Ma all'eterno essere umile, che vale? Senza l'insolenza avrebbe lui limine?

What Is Nostalgia?

  Homesickness, or nostalgia, is a longing not so much for people as for the natural landscape of one's homeland: its forests, mountains and hills, rivers, lakes, the blue of its skies, its sunsets—in short, for the whole environment with which a person has grown together, and on leaving which he feels that he has left behind a part of himself. (Antanas Maceina) Below is a poem by Salomėja Nėri s, one of Lithuania's most celebrated poets, who suffered more than perhaps any other Lithuanian intellectual from being separated from her homeland and, above all, from being accused of treason (rightly or wrongly, that is not for us to judge). Bloodied and plundered, You stand before my eyes... I would walk a hundred miles on foot Until I saw you living once again. Whether orchards there are blossoming, Or fruit hangs heavy on the bough, Or yellow leaves are falling, I shall return to you on my knees Through rain, hard frost, and winter's cold... Like the grass that grows in...

Kas yra nostalgija?

  Tėvynės pasiilgimas, arba nostalgija, yra pasiilgimas ne tiek žmonių, kiek tėvynės gamtos: miškų, kalnų bei kalnelių, upių, ežerų, dangaus mėlynės, saulėlydžio, apskritai visos aplinkos, su kuria žmogus yra suaugęs ir kurią palikęs jis jaučiasi palikęs savo paties dalį.  (Antanas Maceina) Sukruvinta ir apiplėšta Ji stovi man akyse… Šimtus aš mylių eisiu pėsčia, Kol gyvą pamatysiu. Žydės ten sodai, svyros vaisiai, Ar lapai kris pageltę, Aš keliais į tave pareisiu Per lietų, gruodą, šaltį… Mane – kaip lauko žolę – girdė Gimtosios žemės syvai… Aš saugojau tau savo širdį – Žėruojančią ir gyvą. Nepardaviau tavęs aš niekad, Neišdaviau, mieloji! Audra praūžia, miškas lieka… Širdis gi nemeluoja. (Salomėja Nėris)

Meditation on Death

  "Perhaps I did not live as I ought to have done." ( Leo Tolstoy) When we speak of death, we have in mind two kinds of death: death in life and death after life. While we are alive, we avoid speaking or thinking about death, as though it were not part of life; we live as if we were immortal. Death after life—as far as we can conceive of it while still alive—can only be imagined, and we begin to imagine it when we start to feel old, when death draws near. Then reality begins to seem unreal, and everything we have experienced up to that point loses its tangibility, its coherence, and its shape. We begin to realise that the life in which we believed no longer exists—indeed, that it never truly existed—and that the only genuine reality is death: the everlasting end of all illusions, all hopes, and everything, great or small, that we have managed to achieve within the span allotted to us. In this way, we learn to die, just as we once learned to live. ---------- Telegram: De Unamu...