Friedrich Nietzsche


It is to look at last it and to see that cheated it. To admire the future and not to know to elucidate. After all, even though the gift deludes in them. The certainty of the uncertainty is the Life! An unknown author says who the wisdom of the life teaches in them that ' a man does not grow itself as woman without having the least scoundrel in vida'! Oh! This is Life? According to poet Vincius de Moraes, ' To the hour of yes it is only one incautiousness of not ' (it happens very in marriages). Oh! Life! Not raisins of a great Deceit.

The people or great part of them like this. You are the orchestra of a necessary illusion! The innocence or the fury of books of Moiss? Jesus Christ? Espiritismo? Christianity? (Vatican), Buddhism? Islamismo? The Hindusmo? The Judaism? Communism? Capitalism? Sexualismo? Masochism? Sadism? (Marquis of Sade), ' ISMOS of the life or the life of the ISMOS'? The Theory of ' Perpetual Retorno' of Friedrich Nietzsche? The Duty directed toward ' Categrico&#039 imperative; of Immanuel Kant? ' The preceded Existence of the Essncia' , according to Jean-Paul Sartre? ' Free; described for Saint Augustin? ' Cultural&#039 anthropology; of the Franz German Good? The hypothesis of ' Evoluo' of Charles Darwin? ' The Infancy of the Mago' of Hermann Hesse? (exactly author of: The wolf of the Estepe), ' The Power of Existir' of Michel Onfray? The life is a labyrinth? If it will be, thinking with Norberto Bobbio, ' ' What a labyrinth teaches not they are the exits, but which are the ways that do not go the place algum' '. Crucial detail of the existence! In short, here it is, the Question of the Reply of what it is the Life: the LIFE is as one fusca old uncontrolled I descend an enormous slope. Inside, it has a human being that he thinks controls that it. When thinking about braking, it does not have brakes! What to make? It is the alarm of its car, the crossbars of its house, its badly paid work, its superfluous vanity, its mediocrity. The life is this, everything that we think that never it was. But, with one it will detail, already it was, already it goes, already it was.

Who doubts that it to the living creature is very worse? But, they are calm, after all, nor everything that we invent necessarily needs to exist. Cursed explosion. ' ' We will leave this world so fool and perverse how much we find it to ours chegada' '. (Voltaire)