What is an ideology?—it is a thing propelled by an absolute faith in its own prerogatives; in other words, its blind spot forbids it from seeing itself for what it is, and this is essential for it to go on preaching its faith.
Everything begins as I utter your name, yet it is a name that cannot be pronounced as it is not made of letters – it is an inner name, one that dwells inside the prayer, the music, the art, it is an inner vessel, to utter it is to feel an opening in the heart too immense to contain, a sky and a sea blooming inside.
Like wine in a cellar this art of touching her is something that has brewed for a lifetime within me; now and then it comes out as poetry, now and then when it cannot be contained and its flashes flood through my veins and its wave carries me to the wood where we always met in the deepest recesses of my memory.
I remember to come back to the future where we are and I complete the circle as I write to you know this love that is within me.
Contemplation has always had to battle against the values of the market, but in no age did these values reign absolute as they do today. They are upheld religiously — and therefore, invisibly — and have sneaked in to transform every institution and discipline, including that of philosophy, from the ground up. In addition to having made the life of man uninteresting and small, they have also made him increasingly stupid. Soon he will have to relearn his most basic skills — seeing, hearing, reading, thinking. They never allow him a moment’s rest as he is constantly pushed to perform and produce. They are the ultimate tyranny, seen by none, upheld by all.
When you remember, which comes first, the image or the feeling? I venture to say that it is the feeling that calls out the image and frames it, giving it its depth, hue and texture — it sears it, as though in fog. Many feelings remain after being uncoupled from their original images, and so they create images of their own. This is well known to all poets and artists.