HUMAN LIFE THE GREAT UNKNOWN

On the subject of man and physis

Ciorán said "death" is too exact, it is the simple non-being, and therefore useless, the great unknown is "life", and particularly, human life.

For a long time we had been thinking that we knew who we were, and we boasted of that knowledge that placed us at the top of the evolutionary pyramid of living species, possessor of the brain and the largest penis among primates, and at the expense of our biological nature Weak, with limited senses, we were pleased to have a great imagination and a rational ability to dominate our surroundings and account for the enigmas of our internal and external world.

Nietzsche said, asking about man, "how are we going to know about ourselves, if we have never looked for ourselves", but we never stopped at the warning of that great German philosopher, and pedantically we built a story in order to see and feel exclusive, we prefer comedy instead of tragedy, talking about life without knowing what life really was, and we disdain talking about death; Today death is a custom that we wish we had in order not to die before dying.

Although history has spit in our faces that the history of man is the history of his external and internal wars, we prefer to speak of civilization as an evolutionary process, viable and characteristic of that arrogant species called homosapiens, the animal that "thinks", that now we hide in our houses not to die, or wait for death there.

We prefer imaginative arrogance than respectful simplicity, of a being that looks tiny and tiny before an infinite and unknown cosmos, before a life also unknown, we prefer to hide our weaknesses, the finite, the contingent, the mortal, and we play at being gods of tinsel.

Man: Here is what I gave !, I am an exclusive fable! Timely, saving exclamation. Using common sense, a man had understood his reason for being in the world. Sitting on the sidewalk of the main street of his town, he inserted his reflections into the vulgarity of the public movement, he made urban poetry; discarding the false privilege of feeling "the observer", he became, imprisoned by the gaze of a beautiful passerby, "the observed"; of feeling "free", he concluded obeying with absolute docility temporal laws and divine axioms; from being "the rational", he ended up merging between the rites of dogs and cats in their sexual courtships, posed for a magazine of the animal kingdom, and very animal, accompanied parrots and macaws, hares and crows.

Today we look fragile, insecure and fearful, we could never wake up, “Wake up sleeping soul… But it is not an easy task to wake her up. Nestled between padded blankets of dogmas, slogans, explanations, drowsy with science ... with what shudder he takes his toe out of his cloak to gauge the icy temperature that prevails where coherence ends and the most reasonable reasoning begins to raise a insane smirk! Return to your torpor, until the irremediable comes looking for you ”Fernando Savater) and death reaches you.

We prefer to occupy the geniuses in the science of war and banality, than in science to make man better every day and prepare him for the irreparable, we even prefer to occupy art and philosophy at the service of stupidity. Our arrogance had no limit, that we came to think that nature physis was weak and that it needed our charity and protection, between nature and man, we never came to think that the unprotected was and is our civilization, read from another place, meddle in the contradictions, recover the sanity of the difference, rebuild the myth, and bury the logos, and in that rescue, relive and come to know who we are.

Today the situation we are living in does not demand a transgression, a demand to leave the comfortable place where we had settled, to problematize a relationship that if we have been raised differently, on the one hand, nature with a translucent and innocent figure, untamed and intolerant, unthinkable , alien, and on the other, man, the artificial concept, blind rationality, with its voracious selfish appetite for energy, a negative energy that today turns against ourselves with the force of burying us.

We have been insisting on recovering harmony, without knowing if each one, both man and nature, really cares about that harmony, and perhaps without realizing that this rationality is preceded by the unconscious plane, and that in that place there is a logic buried by the tradition of the emancipatory single thought; the logic of delirium, the rationality of the irrational.

It is necessary to be entropy, to be entropic, to put disorder in order, in human life, in being, to meddle in dogma, throw powerful qualitative darts at them, and perhaps without realizing it, inaugurate another less harmful dogma that never germinated.

To speak heretically of other realities, of other beings, and without embarrassment, to situate ourselves in those realities, to seriously and scientifically speak of that which we only conceive in fiction, in fantasy, and as in the film "the others", to wake up and see that the fiction is real, the others are the real ones, we are a fiction, it is the hour in which the imagination becomes real, the planet of the living zombies is real.

Lapidaryly drop sentences that we had not dared to pose, "nature is not in danger, she has her plane and her destiny, the danger is our civilization", the choice is inscribed from Heraclitus, "Pollemos, god of war, fire has made some slaves to other masters, some mortals, other gods ", a fire that today some will make survivors and others oblivion, a fire that does not distinguish social position or sex, an eternally living fire.

The return to the inanimate, life is resistance, goes "in the opposite direction of the entropic arrow of the universe", get out of that opposition and simile to judo, use the energy of the opponent to make it go where one wants, civilization Sooner than later, he will go to the abodes of Acheron, the return to the origin, let us make that hell our paradise.

Let dialectics do its part, surely that rationality of nonsense will give us a worthy place in the universe, the whole in the parts, and the parts in the whole.

Loving oneself to love, a logic of reciprocity, related to the philosophy of the flower of the Moaists, who think that we cannot do good without being well, only in this way can we build a whole of co-responsibilities, nature already fulfills its part, we it shelters us, it shelters us, it nourishes us, in short, it loves us.

Now it is up to us to save civilization, to save ourselves, and this involves recognizing that we have built a wrong human world, that nature does not need us, and that we have to regain a place in that living universe.

We will return from our ashes to be reborn in a world now if truly human.