About Simplicity and Wisdom
They asked me to write about simplicity and wisdom. Gladly accepted the invitation knowing that for me such a request had been made, it was necessary that I be old.
Young people and adults know little about the meaning of simplicity. The young birds are flying in the morning, your arrows are flying in all directions. His eyes are fascinated by 10,000 things. They want it all, but gives them no rest. They are always ready to fly again. His world is the world of multiplicity. They love it because, in their heads, the multiplicity is a space of freedom. With adults the opposite happens. For them the multiplicity is a spell that imprisoned them, which fell in a trap. They hate it, but do not know how to break free. If, for young people, the multiplicity is the name of freedom for adults is called the multiplicity of duty. The adult birds are trapped in cages of duty. Every morning 10,000 things await your orders (for this there are agendas, where the 10,000 things write their orders!). If there are not obeyed punishments.
At dusk, when night comes, the flight of birds is different. In no way resembles your flight in the morning. Have you observed the flight of doves in the evening? They fly in one direction. Return home nest. The birds in the twilight, are simple. Simplicity is this: when the heart seeks one.
Jesus told parables about simplicity. He talked about a man who had many jewels, without any of them would make him happy. One day, however, found a jewel, unique, wonderful, why he fell in love. He then made a trade that brought him joy, he sold the lot and bought the single.
Lost in the multitude: ignore our desire. We move fascinated by the lure of the 10,000 things. It turns out that, as the second poem of the Tao-Te-Ching, "the 10,000 things appear and disappear without ceasing." The path of multiplicity is a path without rest. Each end point is a starting point. Each reunion is a farewell. It is a path where there is no house or nest. The last of the temptations that the devil tempted the Son of God was the temptation of the multitude, "it still took the devil to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory and said: 'All this I will give thee if falling down and worship me. '"But what is the multiplicity does shatter the heart. The heart that chases the "many" is a broken heart, without rest. Words of Jesus: "What good is it gain the whole world and ruin his life" (Matthew 16:26).
The path of science and knowledge is the path of multiplicity. The sacred writer warns: "There is no limit to books, and much study is weariness of the flesh" (Ecclesiastes 12:12). There is no end to the things that can be heard and known. The world of knowledge is a world of endless sums. It is a journey without rest for the soul. There is no knowledge on which the heart can say, "I'm finally home." Knowledge are not home. They are, at best, to build a brick house. But the bricks themselves, know nothing about the house. The bricks belong to the multiplicity. The house belongs to simplicity: a single thing.
Says the Tao Te Ching: "In pursuit of knowledge every day adds something. In search of wisdom every day it decreases a thing. "
Says T. S. Eliot: "Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?"
Manoel de Barros says, "Who builds a lot of information loses the power to guess. Wise is the need to guess. "
Wisdom is the art of tasting. About the wisdom of Nietzsche says: "The Greek word for the wise holds, etymologically, SAPI, I sip, sapiens, the taster, sisyphus, the man of better taste. "Wisdom is thus the art of tasting, distinguish, discern. The man of knowledge, before the multitude, "rushes about everything there is to know, the blind greed of wanting to know at any price." But the wise man is in search of "things worthy of being known." Imagine a buffet: on the table huge multitude, a multitude of dishes. The man of knowledge, fascinated by the plates, throws himself on them, want to eat everything. The sage, on the contrary, stop and ask for your body, "From all this diversity, what is the dish that will give you pleasure and joy?" And so, after meditating, choose a ...
Wisdom is the art of recognizing and taste the joy. We were born for joy. Not only us. Bachelard said that the entire universe has a destiny of happiness.
The Vinicius wrote a beautiful poem titled "The question is ..." Already old, having been the world of multiplicity, he looks back and sees what remains: what it was worth it. "It remains that heart burning like a candle in a cathedral in ruins ..." "It remains the capacity for tenderness ..." "this ancient remains about the night ..." "There is still this urge to cry at the beauty ..." . Vinicius will thus counting the experiences that gave him joy. These were left standing.
The things that remain the soul survive in a place called nostalgia. Nostalgia is the pocket where the soul holds what it tasted and approved. Approved were the experiences that gave joy. What is worth it for eternity. Nostalgia is the face of eternity reflected in the river of time. That's why we need the gods, so that the river of time is circular: "Cast your bread upon the waters for after many days you will find ..." We pray that what is lost in the past is returned in the future . I think God if we do not bother to call him the Eternal Return: because that's all we ask of him, that things of longing to return.
I roam the caves of my memory. There are many wonderful things: Scenarios, places, some paradisiacal other strange and curious, travel, events that marked the time of my life, encounters with remarkable people. But these memories, regardless of its size, I do not do anything. Do not feel like crying. Do not feel like coming back.
Then I consult my pocket of nostalgia. There are pieces of my body, joys. Look closely, and I find nothing which has glow in the world of multiplicity. They are little things that were not noticed by other people, scenes, pictures: a baby boy flying a kite on the beach the night of insomnia and fear in a dark room, and the darkness the voice of a child who says, "Daddy, I love you! "daughter playing with a dog who has died (I cried a lot because of it, Flora); boy riding on horseback, before sunrise, amidst the fragrant grass field fat; an old smoking his pipe, watching the rain that falls on plants and saying, "See how they are thanked!" Friends. Memories of poems, stories, music.
Rosa says that "happiness only in rare moments of distraction ..." Right. It comes when it is not expected in places that do not know. Jesus said: "It's like the wind, blows where it will not know whence it comes or whither it goes ..." Wisdom is the art of taste and taste the joy when it comes. But only those who master this art have the grace of simplicity. Only live for the joy in simple things. (Concerto for body and soul, pg. 09.)
They asked me to write about simplicity and wisdom. Gladly accepted the invitation knowing that for me such a request had been made, it was necessary that I be old.
Young people and adults know little about the meaning of simplicity. The young birds are flying in the morning, your arrows are flying in all directions. His eyes are fascinated by 10,000 things. They want it all, but gives them no rest. They are always ready to fly again. His world is the world of multiplicity. They love it because, in their heads, the multiplicity is a space of freedom. With adults the opposite happens. For them the multiplicity is a spell that imprisoned them, which fell in a trap. They hate it, but do not know how to break free. If, for young people, the multiplicity is the name of freedom for adults is called the multiplicity of duty. The adult birds are trapped in cages of duty. Every morning 10,000 things await your orders (for this there are agendas, where the 10,000 things write their orders!). If there are not obeyed punishments.
At dusk, when night comes, the flight of birds is different. In no way resembles your flight in the morning. Have you observed the flight of doves in the evening? They fly in one direction. Return home nest. The birds in the twilight, are simple. Simplicity is this: when the heart seeks one.
Jesus told parables about simplicity. He talked about a man who had many jewels, without any of them would make him happy. One day, however, found a jewel, unique, wonderful, why he fell in love. He then made a trade that brought him joy, he sold the lot and bought the single.
Lost in the multitude: ignore our desire. We move fascinated by the lure of the 10,000 things. It turns out that, as the second poem of the Tao-Te-Ching, "the 10,000 things appear and disappear without ceasing." The path of multiplicity is a path without rest. Each end point is a starting point. Each reunion is a farewell. It is a path where there is no house or nest. The last of the temptations that the devil tempted the Son of God was the temptation of the multitude, "it still took the devil to a very high mountain and showed him all the kingdoms of the world and their glory and said: 'All this I will give thee if falling down and worship me. '"But what is the multiplicity does shatter the heart. The heart that chases the "many" is a broken heart, without rest. Words of Jesus: "What good is it gain the whole world and ruin his life" (Matthew 16:26).
The path of science and knowledge is the path of multiplicity. The sacred writer warns: "There is no limit to books, and much study is weariness of the flesh" (Ecclesiastes 12:12). There is no end to the things that can be heard and known. The world of knowledge is a world of endless sums. It is a journey without rest for the soul. There is no knowledge on which the heart can say, "I'm finally home." Knowledge are not home. They are, at best, to build a brick house. But the bricks themselves, know nothing about the house. The bricks belong to the multiplicity. The house belongs to simplicity: a single thing.
Says the Tao Te Ching: "In pursuit of knowledge every day adds something. In search of wisdom every day it decreases a thing. "
Says T. S. Eliot: "Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?"
Manoel de Barros says, "Who builds a lot of information loses the power to guess. Wise is the need to guess. "
Wisdom is the art of tasting. About the wisdom of Nietzsche says: "The Greek word for the wise holds, etymologically, SAPI, I sip, sapiens, the taster, sisyphus, the man of better taste. "Wisdom is thus the art of tasting, distinguish, discern. The man of knowledge, before the multitude, "rushes about everything there is to know, the blind greed of wanting to know at any price." But the wise man is in search of "things worthy of being known." Imagine a buffet: on the table huge multitude, a multitude of dishes. The man of knowledge, fascinated by the plates, throws himself on them, want to eat everything. The sage, on the contrary, stop and ask for your body, "From all this diversity, what is the dish that will give you pleasure and joy?" And so, after meditating, choose a ...
Wisdom is the art of recognizing and taste the joy. We were born for joy. Not only us. Bachelard said that the entire universe has a destiny of happiness.
The Vinicius wrote a beautiful poem titled "The question is ..." Already old, having been the world of multiplicity, he looks back and sees what remains: what it was worth it. "It remains that heart burning like a candle in a cathedral in ruins ..." "It remains the capacity for tenderness ..." "this ancient remains about the night ..." "There is still this urge to cry at the beauty ..." . Vinicius will thus counting the experiences that gave him joy. These were left standing.
The things that remain the soul survive in a place called nostalgia. Nostalgia is the pocket where the soul holds what it tasted and approved. Approved were the experiences that gave joy. What is worth it for eternity. Nostalgia is the face of eternity reflected in the river of time. That's why we need the gods, so that the river of time is circular: "Cast your bread upon the waters for after many days you will find ..." We pray that what is lost in the past is returned in the future . I think God if we do not bother to call him the Eternal Return: because that's all we ask of him, that things of longing to return.
I roam the caves of my memory. There are many wonderful things: Scenarios, places, some paradisiacal other strange and curious, travel, events that marked the time of my life, encounters with remarkable people. But these memories, regardless of its size, I do not do anything. Do not feel like crying. Do not feel like coming back.
Then I consult my pocket of nostalgia. There are pieces of my body, joys. Look closely, and I find nothing which has glow in the world of multiplicity. They are little things that were not noticed by other people, scenes, pictures: a baby boy flying a kite on the beach the night of insomnia and fear in a dark room, and the darkness the voice of a child who says, "Daddy, I love you! "daughter playing with a dog who has died (I cried a lot because of it, Flora); boy riding on horseback, before sunrise, amidst the fragrant grass field fat; an old smoking his pipe, watching the rain that falls on plants and saying, "See how they are thanked!" Friends. Memories of poems, stories, music.
Rosa says that "happiness only in rare moments of distraction ..." Right. It comes when it is not expected in places that do not know. Jesus said: "It's like the wind, blows where it will not know whence it comes or whither it goes ..." Wisdom is the art of taste and taste the joy when it comes. But only those who master this art have the grace of simplicity. Only live for the joy in simple things. (Concerto for body and soul, pg. 09.)
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