Terça-feira, 12/4/2005
Contra o idealismo alemão
Julio Daio Borges
There is no remedy for death; not even health. A healthy man, however, has the strength to continue towards the grave. The sick man invokes death and lets himself be carried away in mortal fear. In health, even death comes at a "proper" time. Health is on good terms with Death. It knows that when the Grim Reaper comes he will remove his stone mask and catch the flickering torch from the anxious and weary and disappointed hands of brother Life; it knows that he will dash it on the ground and extinguish it, but it also knows that only then the full brilliance of the nocturnal sky will brightly glow. It knows that it will be accepted into the open arms of Death. Life's eloquent lips are put to silence and the eternally Taciturn One will speak: "Do you finally recognize me? I am your brother."
Franz Rosenzweig, em citação de Arthur Butter, no alto volta, que linca pra nós.
Julio Daio Borges
12/4/2005 às 14h26
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