Saturday 15 November, 2014

What makes the wind blow?
What’s in the ocean that makes it so fascinating that one never tires of watching it?
There’s dark clouds, formidable waves and gusty winds that menace the viewer, perched on his rock, in unabating awe. The rough seas are a mighty thing to behold, he says to himsellf, wrapped in his winter waterproof clothes, while sprinkles of salt water from the sea close beyond seem to baptize him: the ocean stretches out to him, enticing him to partake of this communion of nature: the land, the ocean, and the cloudy skies together as one.
And yet he knew himself to be not one of them: he was afraid. The viewer ponders on the things he sees. Then he asks the sea.
Why are you so manacing, so strong, so frightening? –Me? Oh, I’m just a poor boy, no more powerful than you are. You see, the earth and the moon play their thing with me all the time. They keep tossing me, to and fro, back and forth, and I am not even master of my own self.
Then I will ask the skies. They watch down on us all so condescendingly, we are all at the mercy of their whims. Hey, skies, what’s going on with nature? The seas are so rough, the wind and the rain so punishing on all the land…  
-Don’t you know? I just take care of the stage, sweep the air to allow free lanes for the winds; I keep myself busy driving the sun to the earth in the summer and the rain in the fall. I hardly have a second for myself, poor me! Ask the wind. He’s a busybody. Maybe he knows.
–No, I don’t, retorts quickly the wind.
But how come? Says the viewer. I see you blow everything up. You are the one who causes the seas to roar and the trees to bend and fall.
Well, as much as I’d like to admit so, it ain’t so. To be honest with you, even if I wanted to I couldn’t move an inch. You see, I’m being pushed, sent here and there, thrust on the sea and the land, where I finally gain my rest. You’ll never see a bigger fellow than me being treated with so little clemency.
Then who pushes you? asks the viewer.
Who pushes me? Do you ever ask why the water is wet? Or why things fall down and not up? Then how could I not blow? It’s in our nature. We didn’t make ourselves
  Couldn’t you stay still if you wanted to?
–God forbid! I wouldn't be myself if I did. Never entered my gusty brain.
You all seemed so powerful to me: the wide skies, the roaring seas, the gusty winds…
-But dear fellow, did you have anything to say in your own birth?
No, he responded.
And nevertheless, you keep steady in your own track.
Do I?
–It seems to me.
The viewer removes himself from the grand scenery where his admiration, his awe, had touched down on the modesty of the elements. And in a pensive mood, his boots splashing on the muddy path, he said to himself: It seems to me I’ve been misplacing my admiration, and loving the things created instead of their creator. When he came back to that rock the next day he indeed felt one with the elements. He was as vulnerable as they were. And he was not afraid.

"Es cierto que el Romano es libre de hacer todo lo que quiera. Pero también lo es que tiene que soportar las consecuencias de sus actos. No importa que se haya equivocado, que le hayan engañado o incluso forzado: un hombre no se deja forzar: etiamsi coactus, attamen voluit. Es libre; pero si distraído, imprudente o atontado, prometió pagar una determinada cantidad y no puede pagarla, se convierte en esclavo de su acreedor."

Rudolph von Ihering

“Slavery, protection, and monopoly find defenders, not only in those who profit by them, but in those who suffer by them.”

Frédéric Bastiat

On the true nature of the Castro Revolution in Cuba: "The revolution was a cover for committing atrocities without the slightest vestige of guilt ... we were young and irresponsible. We were pirates. We formed our own caste ... we belonged to and believed in nothing -no religion, no flag, no morality or principle. It's fortunate we didn't win, because if we had, we would have drowned the continent in barbarism."

Jorge Masetti -In the Pirate's Den

La anarquía, es decir, la ausencia de fuerza estatal, no es una forma de Estado, y cualquiera que acabe con ella por el medio que sea, el usurpador nacional o el conquistador extranjero, rinde un servicio a la sociedad. Es un salvador, un bienhechor, porque la forma más insoportable de Estado es la ausencia de Estado.

Rudolph von Ihering

"El envidioso está afligido no solo por sus males propios, sino por los bienes de los demás."  -Hipias

[la norma de conducta de los progres] "No hacer nada que alguien pueda envidiarme." -Hipasos




Seguimos a la espera de la reedición de este importante libro del gran escritor español José Pla

Historia de la Segunda República.


También a la espera de este importante libro del genial Rafael Abella.

Finales de enero, 1939, Barcelona cambia de piel


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