#han ryner

[anarchistin]

The wise man notes that reforms change the names of things and not the things themselves. The slave became a serf, and then a salaried worker: nothing has been reformed but language. The wise man remains indifferent to these questions of philology.

— Han Ryner

[forbidden-sorcery]

The love for the land of our birth is foolish, absurd, and the enemy of progress if it remains exclusive. If it were to become a means of intelligence I would praise it in the same way that the man who rests in the shade of a tree praises the seed. From my love for the land of my childhood and for the language that, I might say, first smiled on our ears should, comes love for the beauties of all of nature and the pensive music of all human languages. May my pride in my mountain teach me to admire other summits; may the gentleness of my river teach me to commune with the dream of all waters; from the charm of my forest, may I learn to find it in the measured grace of all woods; may the love of a known idea never turn me from a new idea or an enrichment that comes from afar.

Han Ryner

[villings]

Excepto el loco, todo el hombre es capaz de razón y de voluntad. Pero muchos no escuchan más que sus pasiones y no tienen más que caprichos. Entre ellos se encuentran los que tienen la pretensión de mandar.

Han Ryner

[forbidden-sorcery]

Does the wise man hope for a better society? The wise man forbids himself any hope. Does the wise man believe in progress? He notes that wise men are rare in all eras and that there is no moral progress. Does the wise man take joy in material progress? The wise man notes that material progress has as its object the increasing of the artificial needs of some and the labor of others. Material progress appears to him to be an increasing weight, which increasingly plunges man in the mud and in suffering. Won’t the invention of perfected machines diminish human labor? The invention of machines has always aggravated labor. It has rendered it more painful and less harmonious. It has replaced free and intelligent initiative with a servile and fearful precision. It has made of the laborer, once the smiling master of tools, the trembling slave of the machine.

Han Ryner

[villings]

La sociedad es inevitable como la muerte.

Han Ryner

[forbidden-sorcery]

The love for the land of our birth is foolish, absurd, and the enemy of progress if it remains exclusive. If it were to become a means of intelligence I would praise it in the same way that the man who rests in the shade of a tree praises the seed. From my love for the land of my childhood and for the language that, I might say, first smiled on our ears should, comes love for the beauties of all of nature and the pensive music of all human languages. May my pride in my mountain teach me to admire other summits; may the gentleness of my river teach me to commune with the dream of all waters; from the charm of my forest, may I learn to find it in the measured grace of all woods; may the love of a known idea never turn me from a new idea or an enrichment that comes from afar. In the same way that a man grows beyond the size of a child, the first beauties met serve to have us ideally understand, taste, and conquer all beauties. What poverty to hear in these naive memories a poor and moving language that prevents our hearing other languages! Let us love, in our childhood memories the alphabet that allows us to read all the texts offered by the successive or simultaneous riches of our life.

Han Ryner

[villings]

La adición de ceros, por numerosos que sean, dan siempre cero al total.

Han Ryner

[villings]

(...) Pero el sabio destruye en sí mismo el respeto y el temor a la sociedad, como hace con el temor a la muerte. Es indiferente a la forma política y social del medio en que vive como es indiferente a la clase de muerte que le espera.

Han Ryner