de \u015etefan Bolea<\/p>\n
\u201cI am a tree awaiting the lightning.\u201d \nYou don\u2019t have to be only intelligent, you must be smart as well. Otherwise your talent is invalidated by your inaccessibility. The post-modern hero is a combination between C\u0103t\u0103lin and Hyperion, a Darwinian predator and a charming bad guy. The essential point is that you must win.<\/p>\n \nSentimentul e\u015fecului \u00ee\u0163i poate oferi profunzimi suplimentare, te poate face interesant, cum crede Cioran (la fel cum din punctul de vedere al per-versit\u0103\u0163ii, durerea este de preferat, pentru c\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i ascute con\u015ftiin\u0163a de sine), dar de ce ar fi impracticabil\u0103 \u015fi de ocolit victoria? Winning is level up<\/em>, se \u015ftie. O lupt\u0103 dintre tine \u015fi tine, \u00een care tu ie\u015fi c\u00e2\u015ftig\u0103tor. Dac\u0103 sun\u0103 paradoxal sau contrariaz\u0103 logic\u0103, amintesc c\u0103 un filosof contemporan arat\u0103 c\u0103, \u00eentr-o oarecare m\u0103sur\u0103, trebuie s\u0103-\u0163i fii superior pentru a avea o conversa\u0163ie cu tine \u00eensu\u0163i. \u015ei dac\u0103 unii converseaz\u0103 cu Dumnezeu (vezi filmul existen\u0163ialist pe aceast\u0103 tem\u0103), mie \u00eentotdeauna mi-a pl\u0103cut s\u0103 m\u0103 compar \u015fi s\u0103 accept influen\u0163a (\u015fi s\u0103 i-o reneg) demonului meu. Some follow others, you should only follow your shadow!<\/em> Dac\u0103 e\u015fti deschis, \u00ee\u0163i ofer\u0103 quest<\/em>-uri, care te vor face mai profund \u015fi mai puternic dec\u00e2t proverbiala last cup of sorrow<\/em>, injec\u0163ia cu melancolie \u015fi (trebuie s\u0103 recunoa\u015ftem) o meritat\u0103 doz\u0103 de self-pity<\/em> din bunc\u0103rul Ghetsimani. Destinul nostru nu trebuie s\u0103 fie unul christic sau mistic (pentru asta a fost de ajuns Evul Mediu, o parte din Rena\u015ftere \u015fi Reform\u0103, plus pe plan local, genera\u0163ia \u201927, care a e\u015fuat lipind moartea de Dumnezeu, \u00een teotanatologie<\/em>, ca s\u0103 folosesc un barbarism), parodiind o idee a unui alt filosof obscur (Helmut Kuhn), noi am urcat Golgota \u015fi nu i-am g\u0103sit acolo dec\u00e2t pe cei doi t\u00e2lhari. Jesus wasn\u2019t there anymore<\/em>. Sunt ateu \u00een stilul lui \u015eestov \u015fi Kierkegaard \u015fi sunt la fel de religios ca Nietzsche \u015fi Heidegger. Un oximoron \u00eentre voin\u0163a \u015fi imagina\u0163ia mea. So let me offer you <\/em><\/p>\n An Atheist Prayer<\/strong><\/p>\n \n(I once have had a vampiric awakening, I had the sensation of living inside my brain; the sensation that my brain was the world; what is the trace of that sepulchral revelation? a) the feeling that I have seen what others have failed to see, that I really opened my mind; b) that religion was dark and every church was a triumph of Evil, that closest to our hearts is the demon who perhaps created us.)<\/p>\n god of isaac not of abraham, god of kierkegaard and shestov god of job and god of faust, desert god, god of the unknown god of beggars, god of heaven and hell because I make room for you in my body destroy me like lightning we are friends like judas and lucifer like hitler and stalin I await your lightning, expect my blind eternal rage<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" de \u015etefan Bolea \u201cI am a tree awaiting the lightning.\u201d [Samael, The Crown] You don\u2019t have to be only intelligent, you must be smart as well. Otherwise your talent is invalidated by your inaccessibility. The post-modern hero is a combination between C\u0103t\u0103lin and Hyperion, a Darwinian predator and a charming bad guy. 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\n[Samael, The Crown<\/em>]<\/p>\n
\ngod of unamuno god of kazantzakis
\nrelease us
\nlet us in<\/p>\n
\ngod of steel god of gold god of oil
\nburn the forest and make room for us<\/p>\n
\ngod of glass, invisible god, god of shadows, god of hunters
\ndestroy me like lightning<\/p>\n
\nbecause my mind is a graveyard a slaughterhouse a factory a whorehouse a concentration camp a prison a hospital and a zoo<\/p>\n
\nbecause my soul is a landmine hidden in the garbage
\nand my bones will be used to build the stake for your heart the cross above your tomb the plane that crashes above you <\/p>\n
\non of us must perish so the other can rise
\nit\u2019s either you against me \u2013 alone against your world, you alone against mine<\/p>\n