/View.information/ Man can’t be taught to like, simply as a sheep, launched on prime of a mountain, can’t be taught to be free.
Panicked by its sudden destiny, the sheep bleats desperately and searches for its grasp. This is a vital lesson taught to us in Robert M. Persig’s novel Zen and the Artwork of Bike Upkeep.
“Train me to like!” is a name that “Persig’s sheep” won’t ever utter. It is because for the sheep in query neither freedom nor love exists within the system of common values.
“Persig’s sheep” is a common signal of bitian infirmity.
If we aren’t in a position to uncover love ourselves, to convey our emotions to the extent of speech – we’re nothing. No supposedly accessible emotional “depths” and private “freedoms” profit us. Neither exist.
There are solely emotionally castrated posthumans, asexual humanoids, aggressively described by a literature referred to as to be a full-time spokesperson for the darkish.
From the brand new ebook “Poetics of Love” by Prof. Valeri Stefanov
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