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a human being is never what he is but the self he seeks

Month: July, 2015

Marko Aurelije, Samomu sebi

Trajnost je ljudskoga života nalik točci, njegova je suština prolazna, zapažanje nejasno, sustav cijelog tijela nalik rastvoru, duša poput vira, sudbina – zagonetka, a slava nesigurna stvar. Ukratko rečeno, sve što je povezano s tijelom nalik je rijeci, a što je povezano s dušom nalik snu i prikazi. Život je borba i nalik privremenoj postaji na putovanju, a posmrtno sjećanje – zaborav. Što onda može poslužiti kao oslonac? Samo jedno – filozofija. A ona počiva na održanju našega daimona čistim i neokaljanim, kako bi bio jači od ugode i patnje, kako ništa ne bi činio bez razbora ili licemjerno i lažno; ni od koga da ne traži ništa. I da sve događaje i udese prima kao da potječu iz istog izvora iz kojeg je i sam poniknuo. A prije svega da u svakoj prilici očekuje smrt, s olakšanjem i u uvjerenju da nije riječ ni o čemu drugom negoli raspadu elemenata od kojih se sastoji svako živo biće. Ako, pak, samim elementima nije strašna neprestana promjena jednoga u drugi, zašto bi se onda trebalo plašiti promjene i raspada svih elemenata zajedno? Jer, sve se to događa u skladu sa zakonima Prirode. A ništa nije loše što je u skladu s Prirodom. (Meditationes, II 17.)

Island, Jökulsárlón 2015.

What is man? His life is a point in time, his substance a watery fluxion, his perception dim, his flesh food for worms, his soul a vortex, his destiny inscrutable, his fame doubtful. In sum, the things of the flesh are a river, the things of the soul all dream and smoke; life is war and a posting abroad; posthumous fame ends in oblivion. What then can guide us through this life? Philosophy, only philosophy. It preserves the inner spirit, keeping it free from blemish and abuse, master of all pleasures and pains, and prevents it from acting without purpose or with the intention to deceive; ensuring that we lack nothing, whatever others may do or not do. It accepts the accidents of fate as flowing from the same source as we ourselves, and above all, it waits for death contentedly, viewing it as nothing more than the natural dispersal of those elements composing every living thing. If the constant transformation of one element into another is in no way dreadful, why should we fear the sudden dispersal and transformation of all our bodily elements? This conforms with nature, and nothing natural is bad.  – Meditations, 2.17

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3. 20.

Moje tijelo zna bolje od mojeg uma.

Kakav poraz mislećeg sebstva. Kakav poraz naše jedinstvenosti, naše oprezne promišljenosti, našeg ponosnog, samotnog ja.

Iako, misleće bitno ima smisao u pre-davanju, koje dolazi iz ljubavi. Misleće tako prelazi prag tjelesnog, predaje se svijetu.

Uzimajući od svijeta, primamo ono misleće, što je iz ljubavi predano. Tijelo to osjeti i prima. Tijelo upija od ljubavi. Saznaje sve što moje ja ne može ili odbija.

Da li nas to svijet štiti od nas samih?

3.19.

Patnja – otpor prema onome što jest.

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The Suffering – a resistance to what is.

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Das Leiden – Der Wiederstand gegen was ist.

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La souffrance – une résistance à ce qui est.

 

John Taylor, Between Moons

John Taylor, a towering figure in European jazz, died last night, Friday 17th July, He had a sudden heart attack while performing in Stephane Kerecki’s band at the French Saveurs Jazz Festival. He was resuscitated on the spot but died later in hospital.

3.18.

Svaka nesakrivena gesta može biti poziv u pomoć. Svako izjavljivanje, ispružene ruke koje čekaju zagrljaj.

Koliko smo onda života u drugima ubili sa tihom nepristranošću? pitam se. Koliko odvažnosti smlavili? koliko želja pokolebali? koliko nesigurnih misli raspršili? koliko ljubavi razočarali?… i dopustili im da se vrate natrag u ništinu, u strah, u bezdan – u samoću,

pitam se.

(A koliko ih je tek, zbog ovakvih nas, ta ista samoća spasila, tješim se.)

 

 

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I could afford to be good, kind, generous, loyal and so forth, since I was free of envy. Envy was the one thing I was never a victim of.