7th and final part: love
The desire of Antigone's family, she will not let her brother unburied; Créon, his, wants to assert itself as king and shows its power. Antigone favors family ties who embody love and reveal a be. Creon sits his power by signing an act of law must establish its authority. The same word characterizes their action: desire. But desire does not recognize the desire in the other, we could believe, especially if one is trying to flatter the desire for himself, that desire any desire he meets knights. Between Creon and Antigone, it is the measure of desires that counts. Face to face, Antigone and Creon will increase the extent of their desires adversity they encounter. But the source of the desire of Antigone is it still understandable today? Indeed, the desire of Antigone, this desire that is based on justice, justice done and visited the remains of his brother and the gods, This desire makes sense, because it is community, it is part of a city and a family, reduced vision of the city, and a belief, Antigone leans to the gods to challenge Creon. Antigone does not express a personal desire, defends an eternal law, she defends her duty to tell, to proclaim the front of any power that would think over it. Since when do we hear most anyone themselves up in public places to proclaim his duty cost him his life? The worst? We got used to the silence, this resignation, transcendental laws do not tell us much left, So nothing comes overhang and thus correct the laws that pass before us and surround us like rubbish in a stream of water. Communities that strengthened the individual within a space that protected him and allowed him to grow were shattered. The individual now looks like a crazy electron that can be built as wind gusts that exhaust and catch you off guard and the ever fade to taste the meaning of his life. Social life is based on the law and the only right, but in a place without geography composed of people above ground all rights are equal and crush in a heinous mess. Creon has the power. Antigone is the daughter of Oedipus. At a time when it is no more than having, to own, to acquire, Antigone weighs - since we must assess - little. The methodical destruction of all metaphysics amounts to a crime against humanity. Perhaps the greatest the world has known. Since a click, I can acquire all I have no need to know my desire to satiate. It is also understood that this individual desire that nothing protects his appetite accepts no limits, especially not the one posed by others; then comes in envy, misguided desire, defile.
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5nd part : The authority
In ancient Greece, men know and recognize in the eyes of their families, their relatives, their community. Women reserve the mirror that is out of the beauty, femininity, seduction. The reflection is everywhere. "There is no place that sees you," wrote Rilke. Can we exist without reflection ? Can one be aware without knowing ? The man should not see in the mirror for fear of being absorbed by its image. This image that manages to make us forget that we are here. If we think that we see, we hear, it resonates in us, and also the dream. Our image escapes us as soon as we see it. So the woman fits into the mirror when the man could lose its foundations. The dream, binomial memory, conceals time and numbs. What do we see when and ? The look and reflect and fantasy intermingle and can not be separated. See and experience merges with the Greeks. See, know ... but not too much, for if man is a marvel, in the direction of an incident, a fascinating fracture, it also contains its own terror, it exterminates and torture, and it is the only "animal" in this case.
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The most illuminating example about human nature is in the New Testament when Peter and Jesus Christ speak together and Peter urges his master he believes his devotion quite sincere. So, Jesus told him that the rooster will not sung he will deny three times. The first place where every man is talking about it : weakness. Consideration of the limits of each, not always to solve it, but also to overcome, forced to reason from what one is and not from what is believed to be. Any man who does not know his weaknesses, who forget, that does not take into account is above ground as we got used to say today. Aboveground meaning that one is nourished by a pasture that is not ours, we deny his pasture grazing to find any other than his best, because other. Aboveground also means that the comments received could be obtained anywhere else in the world without this problem, About these rootless, translatable into any language and exportable as a "framework" computer. The phrase "above ground" forbidden to answer the question "where do you speak ? "And the first formula loves to ridicule the second as an identity or" extreme right ". By dint of trying to dodge the issue, it was destroyed. In the future it will not be possible to ask where it comes, because we have reached such a level of abstraction and uprooting that this issue will be even more sense.
3nd part : destiny
The man down from the tree. The man, like the tree, is also defined well by its roots or fruit. The man, like the tree, depends on external and internal elements to reach maturity. The man looks like trunk carved by the tests based on its roots and wearing more or less fine fruit, better or worse… The similarities between plants and man are endless. Water that nourishes the roots to sunlight watering fruit, oxygen exuded by the leaves, all this life which rushes and flows reminds us of the human condition so unpardonable. The tree is a family metaphor. Seedling fruit and leaves, a metaphor for the history of man and the family grows. What evil fairies presided at the birth of the family whose Labdacides Antigone descends? Any good conscience today would see a calamity and a pathological explanation of Antigone decisions. How is this little Antigone this heroic fruit growing on a tree trunk so full of scars and bruises? The breath and uninterrupted guide destiny and obtuse that family and, suddenly, Antigone is released from this straitjacket, frees his family this straitjacket, she defeated camisole, and completes dismiss destiny. what miracle! From afar, clinging to their branch, two sheets still look identical, Yet simply to approach to see how they differ. Continue reading “Antigone, rebellious and intimate (3/7. Destiny)”
2nd part : Funerals
— «My dearest Ismene. I have this morning to tell you that I took care of everything. I took the same funeral for our brothers. I could not choose and as our brothers do not leave last wishes, I took things in hand for this fixed as soon as possible. I still ordered a embalmer so that they are presentable. If you want to go see, they will be ready to 15 hours. You're not obliged. Finally, if you can take ten minutes, it can be good. Perhaps it is better to keep a picture of them happy, eg children. I took the same model urn for two. A priest will come to the funeral and make a little speech before cremation. I ordered his coming to the funeral. You see, I handled everything. Eteocles be buried in the cemetery which is located about thirty minutes of Thebes taking national. to Polynices, it's more complicated with the law of our uncle, Créon. I decided to spread his ashes on the battlefield as the king does not want him to be buried. It makes sense, non? Tell me what you think about it, I'm not stopped on this point. "This portrait of Antigone living in the twenty-first century delivering the spoils of his brothers in charge of funeral summarizes funeral rites today. The family has been made since the Industrial Revolution unproductive. Funeral little more fall within the family tradition. The modern world calms using the formulamake sense, as the translation of the English expression is heard today, and as it is so comforting to repeat without having really feel ..., because what these mini-found sense on the ground almost by accident, what these senses Skin grief who shall without that there is little or nothing, otherwise the residues of a past direction, a common sense, a good sense carved by centuries? Through the destruction of the family, transmission between generations is lacking, the meaning of our actions is lost, must therefore invent sense, it is necessary make sense, you have to give the illusion of living again, not to have totally abdicated. Trickery leans against ignorance, and here too, the swindle does not date one day. The meaning given by the death in the family, this sense almost completely forgotten today, is recalled by Antigone in Sophocles' play, where it stands as a guardian of values that release, as they protect humans from animals. Antigone reaffirms what man can and can not; she grabs d & rsquo; a force to protect us from our will to power and to teach us time to be responsible; a time nowadays entrusted to specialists Certified substitute family, individuals who compose it and tenuous ties between them by the time.
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1party era : the family
From the first reading of Antigone, an ambiguity in the minds of the reader. Antigone she embodies the action or reaction? What moves Antigone? The reaction never exists by itself while the action does not need anyone, it is legitimate in the act. Action always inaugurates something. Unlike what is often said, or thought, Antigone does not expect to be Creon Antigone. Like Electra for revenge, Nausicaa for the reception, Penelope for loyalty, Antigone embodies duty. Is the action, as it serves: it is fulfilled in the duty. It is accomplished in bondage (we pretend to forget that servitude means to be "slave"?). Unlike what is often said, or thought, Antigone is never an individual. It never stands alone is. If the law Creon pushes for action, and if it may seem a reaction, it is only on the surface, by mere chronology.
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"The enemy you therefore limit gives you your shape and founds you". This phrase of Saint-Exupéry expresses quite well our condition at the end of this first week of the year 2015. The enemy forces me to evolve according to its codes, within a space that circumscribed. I first prisoner. He chose the land and compelled me to stay confined. Two immutable human data, space and time, it takes away space. Remove the space at the time it is a little pull Laurel to Hardy. The other unit continues to live, but it is disfigured. She lost her balance offered by the otherness of spouse. The time is not following the same space in which it operates. Geography fulfills destiny with a measurement as accurate as the hourglass. Continue reading “Charlie's fate”
What a great initiative ! A Novena for France. A novena to say our love of the Virgin Mary and ask her to watch with all the saints of our beautiful country. It is useless to belch on social networks or on the Internet or even in the street, it is useless to belch if we do not ask the intercession of our Most Holy Mary for our country. If we do not do, if this prayer effort we are not intimate and binding, so we did that make France. We gobergeons us words. Intercession of the Holy Virgin is the means to receive enough grace to hope that the future of our country is worthy of its past. Never believe that our future lies in the wrath, the bustle, the sleeve effects, what we do, good or bad, the future also belongs, first of all, our prayer. Do we ever think sufficient. The acceptance of our weakness, our lack, precisely the failure of our strength and our willingness proves that the divine intercession is mandatory. This acceptance marks our entry into the novena ! Without knowing, docility related to acceptance, the "compliance" of our soul, allows us to enter this novena. Let us be guided when the Lord has a deep desire : he lead his small flock. Docility is the fruit of tenderness…
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One day years 90, we were walking in the street, we left the hotel des Saints-Peres, et Alvaro Mutis stopped short. We were almost at the corner of rue de Grenelle, and he said, : « Emmanuel, I feel that we walked together so long ago in a street in Cadiz. And we wanted the same discussion. "I must not remember our words. I'm sure if Alvaro Mutis was still alive, he would remember.
Alvaro Mutis maintained a special relationship to life. He lived by handling memory and immediate reality. He always puts his feet in one and one foot in the other. His home, these two worlds never left, they were close, were canned, like Siamese, as a one-way life, for the best. Alvaro Mutis lived his life and other lives, lives that he had lived previously, he would live or later. Alvaro Mutis lived mostly, at all times, accompanied by a young boy, yet this child was called Alvarito, it was all our appointments. Carmen, Alvaro wife, accepted his presence even if it was not his son. I've never met anyone like Alvaro Mutis. I mean that the presence of him, His presence next to the same child adult a certain age had something terrifying and intriguing. I told him often. I said that Bernanos, he loved, also had to live with and embodied self afterglow of young beside him.
I come here to tell what I know Alvaro Mutis, Maqroll of el Gaviero and some other… Recent years have been slow and long. We used to correspond much less. It wrote more. He wrote not so long. The tremors had taken precedence. A certain emptiness also. Everything was doomed to disappear as the strain of the dead tree disappeared in a week in the humid furnace of Amsud. Everything had to go, and this spectacle of life in action never ceased to amaze Alvaro Mutis throughout the ninety years he spent on this earth.
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“Eli, Eli lama sabachtani ?” When Benedict XVI means, in simple words, waives the pope function, this is an earthquake that shook the world and strikes Catholics. The most outlandish rumors and everyone wondering about the causes of this decision, even if it is not unique, causes stupor. Personally two feelings within me : abandonment and sadness, his pilot fish, if not desolation. Dropping like an echo that continues to reproduce and amplify, as a heady complaint.
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