#unamuno

[melaly]

Como se hace una novela

Y he aquí por qué no puedo mirarme un rato al espejo, porque al punto se me van los ojos tras de mis ojos, tras su retrato, y desde que miro a mi mirada me siento vaciarme de mí mismo, perder mi historia, mi leyenda, mi novela, volver a la inconciencia, al pasado, a la nada. ¡Como si el porvenir no fuese también nada! y, sin embargo, el porvenir es nuestro todo.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“Do I really want it, this self, these scattered fingerprints on the air, to persist forever, to outlast the atomic universe? Those who scoff at the Christian hope of an afterlife have on their side not only a mass of biological evidence knitting the self-conscious mind tight to the perishing body but a certain moral superiority as well: isn’t it terribly, well,selfish, and grotesquely egocentric, to hope for more than our animal walk in the sun, from eager blind infancy through the productive and procreative years into a senescence that, by the laws of biological instinct as well as by the premeditated precepts of stoic virtue, will submit to eternal sleep gratefully? Where, indeed, in the vast spaces disclosed by modern astronomy, would our disembodied spirit go, and, once there, what would it do? In fact we do not try to picture the afterlife, nor is it our selves in our nervous tics and optical flecks that we wish to perpetuate; it is the self as window on the world that we can’t bear to think of shutting. My mind when I was a boy of ten or eleven sent up its silent screams at the thought of future aeons – at the thought of the cosmic party going on without me. The yearning for an afterlife is the opposite of selfish: it is love and praise for the world that we are privileged, in this complex interval of light, to witness and experience. Though some believers may think of the afterlife as a place of retribution, where lives of poverty, distress, and illness will be compensated for, and where renunciations will be rewarded – where the last shall be first, in other words, and those that hunger and thirst shall be filled – the basic desire, as Unamuno says in his “Tragic Sense of Life”, is not for some otherworld but for this world, for life more or less as we know it to go on forever: ‘The immortality that we crave is a phenomenal immortality – it is the continuation of this present life,‘” – John Updike, Self-Consciousness: Memoirs. [Alive On All Channels]

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«Vivir todas las ideas para con ellas enriquecerme yo en cuanto idea, es a lo que aspiro. Luego que les saco el jugo, arrojo de la boca la pulpa; las estrujo, y ¡fuera con ellas!  Quiero ser su dueño, no su esclavo. Porque esclavos les son esos hombres de arraigadas convicciones, sin sentido del matiz ni del nimbo que envuelve y aúna a los contrarios; esclavos les son todos los sectarios, los ideócratas todos.»

Miguel de Unamuno: «La ideocracia», en Ensayos, II. Publicaciones de la Residencia de Estudiantes, pág. 204.  Madrid, 1916.

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

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[carloskaplan]

Miguel de Unamuno

[aitan]

"El fascismo se cura leyendo y el racismo se cura viajando."

(Miguel de Unamuno)

Eh...

Il fascismo si cura leggendo...

Provate a leggere!

Io, da parte mia, auguro ai miei compatrioti un'estate e una vita piena di buone letture, bei viaggi e recuperi di buon senso.

[yannakissecae]

29 de septiembre

Tal día como hoy del año...

1547: nace en Alcalá de Henares el escritor español Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

1864: nace en Bilbao el escritor español Miguel de Unamuno

1964: la revista argentina Primera Plana publica la primera tira cómica de Mafalda

1967: nace en Haywards Heath el músico inglés Brett Anderson, líder de Suede

Además hoy es San Miguel Arcángel

Felicidades @angienott

[butti23]

Ömrümüzdeki hudut taşları, sevinçler değil yaslardır...

[fairyfest]

Irreplaceable

Our greatest endeavor in this life must be to make ourselves irreplaceable, so that no one else can fill the gap that will be left when we die.Each of us is unique and irreplaceable; our soul that is, not simply our life. Our soul is worth the whole universe. Miguel de Unamuno Nikoleta Sekulovic

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