Feblete

R.Luca

Prin sticla rece un strigat se aduna,
De tacere frunze mor
Lasand patima-n tarana,
Orice fior de gand va inceta sa suna.

Din guri de foc petrol zvacneste
Mintea nu mai creste,
Mii de ulii se nasc si se presara
Pe popice moarte-n gara!
Vivid din vid rasare
O flama plina de ocara
Mistuind sublimul lumii in negare.
Si mangaie pe cap pe Brutus,
Din fir de fum se-ajunge Notus...

Firea umana

Firea umana este realmente simpla;mintea umana, insa este complexa.

Toti ne nastem cu un temperament, care prin educatie acesta este modelat, iar impreuna cu setul de valori dobandit de-a lungul timpului, acesta se transforma in caracter. Dar asta banuiesc ca nu e o noutate, asa ca nu ar trebui sa continui cu aspecte arhicunoscute.

Ce ne face sa fim oameni? In primul rand sentimentele, apoi defectele. Am auzit persoane spunand ca si animalele au suflet, au sentimente, dar tin sa le contrazic. Sufletul reprezinta partea metafizica a omului, aceea care poate transcede in planuri cu vibratie inalta prin cunoastere. Ce pot cunoaste animalele daca nu doar instinctele si concretul? Ele nu au capacitatea de a discerne ce e bine si ce e rau decat in ceea ce priveste un pericol imediat, foamea, nevoia de reproducere. Singura forma de asa-zis "sentiment" este afectivitatea, de care orice fiinta are nevoie si se situeaza la mijlocul piramidei trebuintelor. Pentru a putea ajunge in varful acesteia, la trebuinta de autorealizare, de cunoastere, ei bine, pentru asta iti trebuie sufletul care iti da impulsul sentimentului de satisfactie si setea de a fi in posesia informatiilor pentru a detine puterea si nu in ultimul rand, mintea. Dar mintea si sufletul nu sunt doua entitati distincte, ele sunt un intreg. Am putea sa experimentam anumite trairi sau sa analizam situatii sau evenimente daca nu am avea valorile morale (care sunt date, in fine, de partea sufleteasca a omului) si capacitatea de a discerne mesajele transmise, consecintele acestora (prin minte)? Bineinteles ca nu. Animalele nu au valori morale, principii, idei, nu au capacitatea de a constientiza gravitatea anumitor fapte. Ele actioneaza dupa instinct.

Cu toate acestea, mai exista si exceptii: exista si oameni a caror denumire poate fi validata doar din punct de vedere biologic, nu si social sau moral. Acestia nu au constiinta, element integrant al omului, ci actioneaza strict din propriile interese. Evident, cu totii actionam si vom actiona conform nevoilor noastre, intereselor, dar se tine cont de oarecare principii.

Cum nu e bine ca persoanele sa fie judecate dupa aparente, atunci trebuie sa urmarim sa gasim cauzele faptelor lor. Asa-zisele persoane "fara caracter" nu trebuie totalmente dispretuite, ci compatimite, desi "mila este practicarea nihilismului", conform cu Schopenhauer. De cele mai multe ori, cauzele caracterului lor deficitar se trag din copilarie, din lipsa anumitor valori morale sau a afectivitatii ori ambele. Nu mica ne este mirarea cand vedem ca persoane cu principii calca stramb, asa ca la ce sa ne asteptam de la cei din jur? Tindem sa fim indulgenti cu adolescentii, spunand ca inca nu sunt formati si ca au gresit. Se pare ca adolescenta este perioada in care se formeaza caracterul unei persoane, iar daca viata si valorile morale sunt vazute ca o joaca, ca niste norme ce ingradesc libertatea de exprimare si de actiune, individul respectiv tinde sa urmeze acest motto toata viata. Tin sa mentionez ca si acest aspect este discutabil, dar prefer sa raman la nota generala.

>To be continued...<

Generally speaking

I am writing with grape ink on snowpaper in my bed of dreams. I am watching how the ink is dripping slowly onto the white sheets melting them not with heat, but with its inert and cold substance. It rather presses it, sinking deeply into the white matter, like my thoughts. I see it drifting away, leaving a slight mark on the sheets that lay under the snowpaper. I realise that the mark will no longer be there after it will be washed by water and foam. But then, the sheets won't have it, as the foam erased it and took it into its molecular structure. Once removed, it will get through water in an unknown place.

You see, our thoughts resemble the ink. From an idea they travel into the pen, onto a piece of paper on which they leave signs in order for others to see and aknowledge the work you've been doing. Then, exactly as the foam removes the ink, the ideas transform themselves into another form: the actions. This is the way man can or can not make a change in his or the others' lives. However, changes last more or less. sooner or later a tide will come and wash it all away. But it won't disappear, it will be found in another form, metamorphosed into some other time dimension or location. Moreover, it is well known that in physics energy is conserved. Aren't thoughts a form of energy? A vibration that sets in motion actions, plans and even life itself? Doesn't life conclude energy? Unfortunately, only thoughts are not enough to please life, determination is needed. Hopes are not the ones that make life better, but the will, the dreams, the aspirations. It's true, hope dies last, so let it die last as long as aspirations die least. Hope is the feeling that can easily and painfully transform itself into illusion if the causes of this feeling are not realistic or misinterpreted. The man must have the ability of balancing the facts given so that he can't be fooled by some random vibration which slipped into his mind. That is why aspirations get fulfilled, as for hopes - close to a negative infinity. Why hope when you can aspire? Why hide under the bed when you can come up front and face the problem? Why stay in materialistic confort, but stand the misery when you can fly through wind and rain and reach the peak of the mountain? Oh, the view... the joy... C'est liberte...It's the sense of acomplishment, given by power. But what is power given by? The drive... But the drive? By aspirations. What about aspirations? They are given by the desire of the thought of having that probable feeling, of that state of being, implictly generated by the inner self, the battleship that strives for its ideals, principles and values.

Sower, thus sweet, it's grape ink.

The Sun's touch

A strike of the Sun’s beams can be a bliss, but also blinding. When it wakes you up in the morning after a deep dark night, it blades your eyes and awakens you to reality. At first you find yourself overwhelmed by the confusing experience but soon you begin to appreciate the colours around you, luxuriating in your senses.

As the time passes by, the ravishing rays become warmer and warmer until they turn into a hot touch upon your skin, feeling a slight burn. The initial endearment transforms itself into a harmful feel that tends to melt you down if you don’t realise its power. Then the only thing you desire is to get away from the heated beams that tear you apart and bathe you in a state of unconsciousness. If you sink into the melting wave you will find yourself restrained from the real beauty and happiness and it will be almost impossible to overcome it... and if you do, by the time you get out you’ll be so dehydrated that you will need another sleep in the deep dark night to recover.