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¿quien detendrá la turba iracunda si no estoy con vos?
Cómo te extraño, y como tengo miedo de perder mis pasos,de extraviar en algún lado mis promesas y mis sueños.
¿Cuál será el mejor camino? estoy segura que dirías que tome aquel, el que me lleve más lejos.
“Yo aprendí que la mayoría de las veces las cosas no son lo que parece”
— Danay Suárez (Yo aprendí)
“You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first.”
— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
Sinéad O'Connor, from her book titled "Rememberings," originally published in June 2021
Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here, 1975
If Copernicus ignited a revolution in astronomy and our entire thinking about the universe, then it was Bruno who spread that fire all across Europe and who was finally engulfed by the conflagration. His theories of an infinite universe and a multiplicity of worlds, combined with his fascination with the Hermetic tradition of magic and the arts of memory, led to multiple charges of heresy. Following his excommunication in Italy and an accusation of murder, Bruno settled for a time in Paris, London, Oxford and various university towns in Germany. In 1591, he made the fatal move of returning to Italy, where he was tried for heresy, briefly in Venice and for seven long years in Rome. After being condemned to death for refusing to retract his views, he famously said to his judges, ‘Perhaps your fear in passing judgement on me is greater than mine in receiving it.’ He was gagged and burned alive on the Campo de Fiori. Bruno has also always been seen as the dissenting enemy of a repressive Catholic Church. In many small Italian towns the Piazza Giordano Bruno stands directly opposite the main Catholic Church, often at the initiative of the local Communist Party. Through techniques of memory, the human being can achieve absolute knowledge and become divine. For Bruno, to understand is to speculate with images, where the human mind is the mirror of the cosmos which functions through powerful, proto-Jungian archetypes. Through the divine power of the imagination, the intellect can seize hold of the whole, [..] an elaborate and geometrically exacting theatre of memory, a kind of machine for recalling the whole, a mortal portal for touching the divine, [..] Shakespearean theatre might thus be the continuation of ancient and Renaissance traditions of the art of memory, a concrete building that embodied the operations of occult memory. If ‘All the world’s a stage’, then the theatre is the stage of the world itself: its mirror and key.
Che ci piaccia o no, siamo noi la causa di noi stessi. Nascendo in questo mondo, cadiamo nell'illusione dei sensi, crediamo a ciò che appare. Ignoriamo che siamo ciechi e sordi. Allora ci assale la paura e dimentichiamo che siamo divini, che possiamo modificare il corso degli eventi.
Collezioniamo libri pensando di prendercene cura, ma sono loro a prendersi cura di noi.
Walter Benjamin
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I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.
(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)
Wisdom tells me I am nothing.
Love tells me I am everything.
And between the two my life flows.
-Nisargadatta Maharaj