Pregare non è un atto che non riguarda la società materiale, il corpo materiale, la storia e la materia della storia

Vorrei paragonare la presenza di Dio nella storia, nella vita quotidiana, a una percezione che per lo più viene raccolta a posteriori, alla luce dei fatti analizzati ex post. Solo a posteriori infatti si coglie il senso di una direzione, sconosciuta al momento che veniva imboccata, ex ante, che diviene nota al momento del suo completamento.

Nel momento che è realizzata volgendo lo sguardo al passato si vede la ratio della direzione presa, volontariamente, involontariamente o forzatamente...e si può con cognizione valutare il rapporto fra il momento del cambio di direzione e il punto di arrivo,

Un ruolo importante nel decidere lo riveste la preghiera. La preghiera infatti apre la capacità percettiva, la illumina, la rischiara, ti dà un atto decisivo immediato che nasce da un atto di sicurezza di non sbagliare che ti arriva senza ulteriore spiegazione, in sé e per sé.

Dunque soprattutto nella preghiera si rivela il disegno divino insito nella storia. La preghiera crea un effetto di augmented reality, spirituale che tocca però anche il materiale. Sarebbe un errore considerare il materiale privo dello stesso spirito divino che opera nell'uomo e nella storia.

La preghiera rivela instantaneamente lo spirito in atto nella materia, i.e. storia.

Comments

Poetry dwells near the divine light's breath

The comparison between poetry and divine light that we proposed HERE finds its perfect explanation in Saint Paul, Letters to the Romans I,19: τὸ γνωστὸν τοῦ θεοῦ φανερόν ἐστιν ἐν αὐτοῖς, ὁ ⸂θεὸς γὰρ αὐτοῖς ἐφανέρωσεν , what can be known of God was manifested to them (in men), indeed God manifested to them. Poetry unveils in the human being the need to be human, i.e.the need for Beauty, for feeling the Beauty in itself and with itself, and this feeling is supported by the divine light. As we are influenced by the idea of Saint Augustine of saeculum , we maintain that poetry belongs to the saeculum and therefore stops on the threshold of the divine light [ I] without crossing that threshold, but it senses the light beyond that threshold. We are taken to that threshold by the human feeling of Beauty within us that leads us up to there: up to that door that it is not possible to cross in our being human, but nevertheless, the very dwelling on that threshold is illuminated by the ve...

Similarities between Lithuanian, Sanskrit and Ancient Greek: the sigmatic future

by Fabrizio Ulivieri Lithuanian is the most archaic among all the Indo-European languages spoken today, and as a result it is very useful, indeed, indispensable in the study of Indo-European linguistics. The most important fact is that Lithuanian is not only very archaic, but still very much alive, i. e., it is spoken by about three and a half million people. It has a rich tradition in folklore, in literature, and it is used very successfully in all walks of modern life, including the most advanced scientific research. Forced by our interest for this piece of living archaism, we go deeper in our linguistic survey. One of the most noticeable similarities is the future (- sigmatic future -). Lithuanian has preserved a future tense from prehistoric times: it has one single form, e.g. kalbė-siu 'I will speak', etc. kalbė-si kalbė-s kalbė-sime kalbė-site kalbė-s This form kalbėsiu is made from the stem kalbė-(ti) 'to speak', plus the ancient stem-end...

My world before and after the so-called Pandemic

Prior to the so-called pandemic, the world was different. I was different. One of my greatest moments of pleasure was visiting unknown cities, lost in the unknown, following an unknown flux of life surrounded by unknown streets and people. I felt invisible. No one knew me, and I knew no one. That gave me a strong sense of pleasure. The pleasure of doing things you usually avoid in places where everyday life, routine, and the fear of showing yourself in a way people are not accustomed to expecting from you. I am not sure what I was looking for in doing this. I remember I felt pushed to search for the essence of that world, as I could physically taste that essence. I was looking for an aura of mystery which could rescue me from my nothingness (I called it nothingness, but now I should call it stupidity—because now I realize what an idiot I was). I hoped for goodness from the world, I hoped for a magic of life, I hoped for an encounter which would be my Saviour, the Savi...

Fabrizio Ulivieri - Content Creator

Search This Blog