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Why so many men are evil and are pleased to rule the other men as slave and subject - as we see in the Evil which dominates globalism?

Folly is inhabiting man as well as the divine. They compensate each other but they struggle and fight at the same time. This is what is bringing about the human drama of homo interior . Dostoevsky is the author who best depicts madness in man, which suffocates the vitalism of  homo interior (where the equipoise between madness and divine is perfectly working) to such a point that puts him in a cramped corner of his soul, the underground, where folly is taking the upper hand in man. In the incipit of Notes from the Underground , the main character describes his folly as, initially, an illness which then transforms into pleasure for illness and finally he savours it as a sweet and rewarding pleasure of his folly. "I am a sick man…. I am an angry man. I am an unattractive man. I think there is something wrong with my liver. But I don’t understand the least thing about my illness, and I don’t know for certain what part of me is affected. I am not having any treatment for it, and never...

Fury and epigenesis

Coming from Siesikų stotelė by bus I was staring at the geometric lines of the road. They gave the profile of another culture. More essential, less beautiful, more self-restrained. It was not my culture. It was not the culture of the country where I was born and lived. Is this the result of epigenesis, I asked myself, which gave shape to my conscience for which I now judge what I see? It is the first seven years of life that structure the individual, it is said. They are the first seven years of life when you download all the programs you need to live the rest of your existence. Is this epigenesis that guides the existence of the individual? Here, where I live now, there is no madness, there is no Giordano Bruno’s fury, which makes you go beyond the limit, stretch your nature beyond the human condition. Here the limit is limit, they don't care. The exasperated individualism of Italians has no place here, here people live according to a conformist point of view with respect t...