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Tomorrow perhaps, gentle readers yes, you two in the back, playing Adevarxt. I can see you! Why do I write? I can quote this sentence by Eugene Ionesco: Besides the fact that I cannot do otherwise, what can I answer?
Every year, weeks and sometimes months pass without my writing a single word. I think these people are graphomaniacs.
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Sadoveanu, who, as everybody knows, wrote a lot, confessed in an interview to Ion Biberi in that he only really writes, in fact, for about three months a year. I start writing when what has been accumulating for a long time calls me implacably to express it. I cannot write anything without a long gestation, which is largely subconscious.
Spiritual life consists largely of such losses, and the achievements are just the rest. Most of the times, a page can be just the residue, the remainder of entire years of reverie, reflections, accumulations. But in the end some kind of exaltation takes place, an exultation comparable with erotic triumphs, repaying with hefty interest all the pangs, exasperations, and losses of self esteem. Who made me, who cursed me to write? All these vituperations are then forgotten, or linger in memory like ridiculous yammers, like the whims of an old coquette.
I cannot know for sure whether what I write deserves to be remembered to be honest, I think sonor can I know whether, deserving or not, it has any chance to.
There is authorial vanity. I said it on another occasion why in my case, for deeply personal reasons, this vanity is reduced to a minimum. Some may write with a purpose in mind, for example, to reform mores, society, educate the nation, a.
Among these, some are actually writers, despite that goal. The essential finality of literature, of art in general, which includes, willy-nilly, literary criticism, essays, philosophy, even great oratory, whose objective is usually persuasion with a view to accomplishing an immediate practical goal, is ultimately a purposeless finality, that is, one that implies knowledge, contemplation, and apprehending the truth.
Which is to say, beauty which will luccrurile the world. importanet
This is even more evident in the case of oratory, for its practical interest is the fastest to expire, but its aesthetic interest survives centuries or even millennia. Before you can count to three, there it is—essay, essayistic. As a matter of fact, the essay claims total competence in the most ignored of fields, of being human a field in which anthropology is rarely competent, and even then, very little.
I could simply answer, in God, a term you can interpret as you like energy, matter, spirit, force, natura naturans… But I prefer to affirm the traditional Credo, without circumlocutions. I therefore believe also in the reality of the Cunning one, which is to say, I notice the cunningness of stupidity and the stupidity of cunningness.
He is not, as people tend to believe, smart, subtle, ironic, Mephistophelean, etc.
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Only stupidity is diabolic meanness and Evil are its side effects. Stupidity and Evil are transcendental realities, of numinous character, are something ungeheuer, as Rudolf Otto would say. Imporante you noticed that every time one talks about stupidity, in the most general sense of the word, a lot of people get upset?
They know very well desprd are and they have an infallible instinct to detect intelligence and mobilize against it, spontaneously and organically, systematically and savagely. The stupid, in the moonlight or under the lamps of meeting rooms, are horrified of laughter.
They must know why. What do I believe in? Alexandru Paleologu Why do I write?