"Some time ago I was walking me by a Florida summer countryside in the company of a taciturn friend and a young but already famous poet who admired the beauty of the surrounding nature, but without being able to bask in it because of doubts about the idea that all this splendor was doomed to perish, that already in the coming winter would be gone, like all human beauty and everything beautiful and noble man and could have created create. The have loved and admired, in the absence of this circumstance, it seemed of no value for the fate of which was doomed to perish.
know that this concern for the perishable nature of the beautiful and perfect can produce two different psychic tendencies. A bitter
leads to world-weariness he felt the young poet, the other to revolt against this supposed inevitability.
No! It is impossible that all this splendor of nature and art, of our emotional world and the outside world really is doomed to disappear into nothingness! Believe it would be too foolish and sacrilegious.
All that has to be able to survive in some form, stolen As for influence threatens to destroy him.
eternity But this claim too clearly betrays his parentage of our desires that can claim to be granted worth of reality. Also what is painful may be true so I could not decide to refute the generality of the perishable or to impose an exception to the beautiful and perfect. Instead, he refused the poet pessimistic that the perishable nature of beauty involves their impairment.
contrast, is an increase in value! The quality of perishable involves a rarity value over time. The limited possibilities of enjoying it become more precious.
manifestations, for my lack of understanding the expiration of beauty had to disturb the enjoyment it provides. As for the beauty of nature is reborn after every winterkill, and this revival may be considered eternal compared to the period of our lives. In the course of our life we \u200b\u200bwither forever the beauty of the human face and body, but this brevity adds to its charm a new one. A flower seems no less splendid because its petals are just lush overnight.
I could not understand why the time limitation would impair the perfection and beauty of the artistic or intellectual production. Comes a time in which are reduced to dust the pictures and statues which we admire today: a generation of surrogate beings who no longer understand the works of our poets and thinkers, a geological era occur even muted see all life on earth ...
not matter, the how much value there is only beautiful and perfect is its importance for our perception, it is not necessary that the survival and, consequently, is independent of its persistence over time.
While these arguments seemed unobjectionable, I noticed that did not dent the poet or my friend.
Such failure led me to assume that they should be seized by a powerful emotional factor that clouded the clarity of his trial, a factor that later I thought I had found.
Without doubt, psychological rebellion against misery, against mourning for something lost, it must have spoiled the enjoyment of beauty. The idea that all this beauty would be produced on both perishable, so sensitive, early feeling of grief that would have to cause their annihilation, and as the soul turns away instinctively however painful, these people felt inhibited their enjoyment of beauty of the idea of \u200b\u200bperishable nature.
In layman seems so natural to mourn the loss of something loved or admired, do not hesitate to describe it as obvious and evident.
For the psychologist, however, this affliction is a major problem, one of those phenomena that, while unknowns themselves, they serve to reduce other uncertainties.
So imagine having a certain amount of capacity loving-called "libido" - at the beginning of evolution was directed toward the self, to later, but in reality very early-target objects, who thus remain in somehow included in our self.
If the objects are destroyed or if we lose, our capacity to love (libido) is once again being released, and can make other objects as substitutes or temporary return to me. However, we can not explain, nor yet any hypothesis we can deduce about "why this detachment of libido from its objects must necessarily be a painful process. Only see that libido clings to its objects and that even when it has new substitutes are resigned to dispose of the items lost.
Here, then, the duel.
The conversation with the poet took place during the summer that preceded the war. A year later it broke in and stole all their beauty to the world. Not only wiped out the delicacy of the landscape that toured and works of art that touched on his way, but also shattered our pride in the progress in culture, our respect to many thinkers and artists, hopes that we had made it definite differences that separate peoples and races
each other. The war muddy our lofty scientific equanimity, was in stark nakedness our instinctive life, set off evil spirits that dwell in us and we were supposed to finally tamed by our noblest impulses, thanks to a centuries-education. Closed again within our country and once again turn the world far and wide left. We took so much of what we loved and showed us much thought expiration stable.
No wonder that our libido, so impoverished of objects, has been to occupy more intensely both those that we had, it is curious that suddenly has grown our love of country, love for our pride and inspires us what we have in common.
But those other goods, now lost, is it really were undervalued before our eyes only because they proved so perishable and fragile? Many of us think so, but unfairly, as I think one more time. I think that those who think this way and seem willing to renounce once and for all to appreciate it, simply because it was stable, just are overwhelmed by grief that they caused their loss. We know that grief, even painful, spontaneously consumed. Once you have given up all the lost will be gone by itself, and our libido again be free to replace lost items with new ones, possibly as much or more valuable than those, if we are still young enough that we will remain vitality. Hopefully that will happen the same with the losses of this war.
Once past the grief, be advised that our high esteem for cultural property has not been eroded by the experience of its fragility. Build anything again that the war has destroyed, perhaps on firmer ground and more durability. "
know that this concern for the perishable nature of the beautiful and perfect can produce two different psychic tendencies. A bitter
leads to world-weariness he felt the young poet, the other to revolt against this supposed inevitability.
No! It is impossible that all this splendor of nature and art, of our emotional world and the outside world really is doomed to disappear into nothingness! Believe it would be too foolish and sacrilegious.
All that has to be able to survive in some form, stolen As for influence threatens to destroy him.
eternity But this claim too clearly betrays his parentage of our desires that can claim to be granted worth of reality. Also what is painful may be true so I could not decide to refute the generality of the perishable or to impose an exception to the beautiful and perfect. Instead, he refused the poet pessimistic that the perishable nature of beauty involves their impairment.
contrast, is an increase in value! The quality of perishable involves a rarity value over time. The limited possibilities of enjoying it become more precious.
manifestations, for my lack of understanding the expiration of beauty had to disturb the enjoyment it provides. As for the beauty of nature is reborn after every winterkill, and this revival may be considered eternal compared to the period of our lives. In the course of our life we \u200b\u200bwither forever the beauty of the human face and body, but this brevity adds to its charm a new one. A flower seems no less splendid because its petals are just lush overnight.
I could not understand why the time limitation would impair the perfection and beauty of the artistic or intellectual production. Comes a time in which are reduced to dust the pictures and statues which we admire today: a generation of surrogate beings who no longer understand the works of our poets and thinkers, a geological era occur even muted see all life on earth ...
not matter, the how much value there is only beautiful and perfect is its importance for our perception, it is not necessary that the survival and, consequently, is independent of its persistence over time.
While these arguments seemed unobjectionable, I noticed that did not dent the poet or my friend.
Such failure led me to assume that they should be seized by a powerful emotional factor that clouded the clarity of his trial, a factor that later I thought I had found.
Without doubt, psychological rebellion against misery, against mourning for something lost, it must have spoiled the enjoyment of beauty. The idea that all this beauty would be produced on both perishable, so sensitive, early feeling of grief that would have to cause their annihilation, and as the soul turns away instinctively however painful, these people felt inhibited their enjoyment of beauty of the idea of \u200b\u200bperishable nature.
In layman seems so natural to mourn the loss of something loved or admired, do not hesitate to describe it as obvious and evident.
For the psychologist, however, this affliction is a major problem, one of those phenomena that, while unknowns themselves, they serve to reduce other uncertainties.
So imagine having a certain amount of capacity loving-called "libido" - at the beginning of evolution was directed toward the self, to later, but in reality very early-target objects, who thus remain in somehow included in our self.
If the objects are destroyed or if we lose, our capacity to love (libido) is once again being released, and can make other objects as substitutes or temporary return to me. However, we can not explain, nor yet any hypothesis we can deduce about "why this detachment of libido from its objects must necessarily be a painful process. Only see that libido clings to its objects and that even when it has new substitutes are resigned to dispose of the items lost.
Here, then, the duel.
The conversation with the poet took place during the summer that preceded the war. A year later it broke in and stole all their beauty to the world. Not only wiped out the delicacy of the landscape that toured and works of art that touched on his way, but also shattered our pride in the progress in culture, our respect to many thinkers and artists, hopes that we had made it definite differences that separate peoples and races
each other. The war muddy our lofty scientific equanimity, was in stark nakedness our instinctive life, set off evil spirits that dwell in us and we were supposed to finally tamed by our noblest impulses, thanks to a centuries-education. Closed again within our country and once again turn the world far and wide left. We took so much of what we loved and showed us much thought expiration stable.
No wonder that our libido, so impoverished of objects, has been to occupy more intensely both those that we had, it is curious that suddenly has grown our love of country, love for our pride and inspires us what we have in common.
But those other goods, now lost, is it really were undervalued before our eyes only because they proved so perishable and fragile? Many of us think so, but unfairly, as I think one more time. I think that those who think this way and seem willing to renounce once and for all to appreciate it, simply because it was stable, just are overwhelmed by grief that they caused their loss. We know that grief, even painful, spontaneously consumed. Once you have given up all the lost will be gone by itself, and our libido again be free to replace lost items with new ones, possibly as much or more valuable than those, if we are still young enough that we will remain vitality. Hopefully that will happen the same with the losses of this war.
Once past the grief, be advised that our high esteem for cultural property has not been eroded by the experience of its fragility. Build anything again that the war has destroyed, perhaps on firmer ground and more durability. "
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