Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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iacute; a fool if he could not discharge its prisióny reach out and unite in one way or another with other men, with the outside world. " "If we say that love is an activity, we face a difficulty that lies in the ambiguous meaning of the word" activity. " In the modern sense, "activity" denotes an action by an expenditure of energy, a change in the situation. Thus a man is active if your business serves, medical student, works at an endless, build a table, or engages in sports. All these activities tiehave in common the goal to be directed towards exterior. What is not taken into account is the motivation of the activity. Consider, for example, the case of the man a deep sense of insecurity and loneliness drives to work incessantly, or the other driven by ambition or the lust for wealth. In all these cases, the person is a slave to passion, and indeed, its activity is a "passive" since it is driven, is what is acted, not realizing it. On the other hand, is considered "passive" to a man who is sitting still and contemplative, with no other aim or purpose of self-experienceds, between "actions" and "passions." In the exercise of an active love, man is free, is the master of his affection, in the passive affection, the man is driven, is the subject of motivations that are not aware. Spinoza comes thereby to say that the virtue and power are one and the same thing (Spinoza, Ethics IV, Def. 8..) Envy, jealousy, ambition, all kinds of greed are passions, love is an action, the practice of human power can only be done in freedom and never as result of a compulsion. "

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Funny Things To Write In A Birthday Card

Oh how beautiful is

lilac from the dunghill

immemorial purity

how beautiful lilac is


That body



surrounded by evil lust of impure desires



at the mercy of Lilac them is


God, have mercy on him

eyes posing

God, have mercy

of those who want to lilac


Oh how beautiful it is, how
sweet soul
his fragile being, its naked stems before the impurity

how innocent, how ungrateful is a fragile being

how beautiful