O CAMINHO DA SERPENTE

"Reconhecer a verdade como verdade, e ao mesmo tempo como erro; viver os contrários, não os aceitando; sentir tudo de todas as maneiras, e não ser nada, no fim, senão o entendimento de tudo [...]".

"Ela atravessa todos os mistérios e não chega a conhecer nenhum, pois lhes conhece a ilusão e a lei. Assume formas com que, e em que, se nega, porque, como passa sem rasto recto, pode deixar o que foi, visto que verdadeiramente o não foi. Deixa a Cobra do Éden como pele largada, as formas que assume não são mais que peles que larga.
E quando, sem ter tido caminho, chega a Deus, ela, como não teve caminho, passa para além de Deus, pois chegou ali de fora"

- Fernando Pessoa, O Caminho da Serpente

Saúde, Irmãos ! É a Hora !


sexta-feira, 21 de março de 2008

Nikos Kazantzakis - "Report to Greco"


My "Report to Greco" is not an autobiography. My personal life has some value, extremely relative, for myself and no one else. The sole value I acknowledge in it was its effort to mount from one step to the next and reach the highest point to which its strength and doggedness could bring it: The Summit I arbitrarily name the Cretan Glance.


Therefore, reader, in these pages you will find the red track made by drops of my blood, the track which marks my journey among men, passions, and ideas. Every man worthy of being called a son of man bears his cross and mounts his Golgotha. Many, indeed most, reach the first or second step, collapse paintingly in the middle of the journey, and do not attain the summit of Golgotha, in other words the summit of their duty: to be crucified, ressurected, and to save their souls. Affraid of crucifixion, they grow fainthearted; they do not know that the cross is the only path to ressurrection. There is no other path.


The decisive steps in my ascent were four, and each bears a sacred name: Christ, Buddha, Lenin, Odysseaus. This bloody journey from each of these great souls to the next is what I shall struggle to mark out in this Itinerary, now that the sun has begun to set - the journey of a man with his heart in his mouth, ascending the rough, unaccomodating mountains of his destiny. My entire soul is a cry, and all my work the commentary on that cry.

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