Confessions policy a young man in Tests. I had never previously interested in politics. The politician, MP or minister, seemed like the servant who has the care, in home, trivial things of life which ensures that the dust is not too thick and that meals are prepared on time. Of course he performs these duties as bad as all the servants, but as long as it can go, we should refrain from interfering. The program of one party or the speeches of Members of Parliament they fell under my eyes, it was only would confirm the idea that this was a human activity entirely subordinate and fully worthy of our concern internally. My i if he was hiding under there an old prejudice. I do not know when I ' had acquired and what name should I give him. I liked our world. The poor suffer, and their thousand shades up a ladder that drops me to the gradient of animals. And even, in fact, lower than them, because no other animal is living in conditions as "inanimal" those that are inhumane to many people. And I liked the rich by their inability to draw from their wealth a party of interest for the soul: what they are as funny as these flying insects scintillating, seen up close, did everything for a stupid bag hairy body and all that nerves miserable sprout. And kings, in their majesty, I liked the characters as meek suffering from a slight abnormality which adapts with each blink of an eye. And I liked the religion, because we still live in the most serious in the world of Christian states, while we have long lost faith. And so on. This included not only the attitude that we take pleasure in the diversity and wonder of the world quasi-philosophical inspired by the extraordinary toughness, elasticity and resistance to any pressure of human nature, which gave that monkey without dignity sovereignty on land but also and above all, appreciation of the great internal disorder that involves the fact able to both exploit our neighbor and complain, we submit to him and not take this submission seriously, or about a murder with horror, and a thousand calmly. It seemed indeed a mess so illogical, such loosening of the ties which had been previously made certain strengths and certain ideals, should be a good ground for a great logician core values. Because this life, in its coupling of antagonistic elements, is extraordinarily bold - even if by force of cowardice and inconsistency - it remains only to show himself even more daring, but by dint lucidity. And in a period as ours, where every feeling eyeing in two directions, everything floats, where nothing is held, where nothing is associable with anything, you should pass the test once again and to reinvent the wheel its inner possibilities, finally transferring physics laboratories in the moral benefits of a experimental design without prejudice. It helps us out of the slow evolution that led, through many failures, the caveman to that of now, to enter a new era, I still believe it today. To define me in one word: I was a conservative anarchist.
The thinking has changed that may seem ridiculous. It results in a few simple words she whispered: "You yourself, in what you pursue, you're already a child of democracy and the future is accessible only through intensification and purification of democracy. "
say that all men are fundamentally equal and brothers always seemed to me, and I think even a sentimental exaggeration: my concern has always been repelled rather than attracted by that of others. But I think clear that science is a product of democracy. Not only because there the great working with the smallest and largest just above the average for the next generation. No, the decisive factor is that the democratization of society over the last two centuries has enabled a greater number of men access to joint work and that in this more - unlike the aristocratic prejudice - the choice gifted men widened. I do not underestimate the risk of grading that may contain too much scientific activity "ant" but I think the number of major achievements is in proportion to the averages, the genius, in fact, never produces the new but always Simply, the different, and what are the ways in which talent can give it to condense into works. The irresistible rise that have been taken since then, knowledge and mastery of nature can not be explained otherwise. This is pure ingratitude to constantly these achievements of the intellect the same complaint: that the soul is nothing gained, or even that spiritual things have been since then slowly waste away. Without doubt these achievements have they ruined all the joys single (including those who were in the best sense of the word), creating a climate better done in other, more complex, but this n ' was not their task to create, over the market in recent. It is ours. The scientific intelligence strict with his conscience, his lack of prejudice and his willingness to challenge each outcome in question, done in an area of interest this background that we should do in life problems.
It is nonetheless certain that the damage done to her to take as its democratic origin. It is the loss of all the benefit of its inner parts. The existence of powerful brain specialize in the souls of children. Not only judgments of scientists on problems prescientific are generally appalling, but the mathematician himself does not understand the history of civilizations, nor 's economist ' existence of a botanist. This divergence of tastes is not only the excessive complexity, so has the greatness of science. If scientists were indeed the son and the members of a cohesive society: science would become a mere exercise social, education and universal harmony of the mind that good taste would have imposed limits, education would have been ours that are physical abilities Gentiluomo from the Renaissance to modern sporting records. But it turns out that young scholars are of the most diverse society with lifestyle, requirements and hopes no less diverse, they immediately head cram in their science at the spot where they reached and then continue to lead, separated from each other and unaware of any other culture, the existence of frugal Spiritual their village of origin.
In the field of art, we find the same gains and the same penalties. What have we in fact, in today's art, I wonder, more precious than to feel this freedom that we must stay the liberalization of moral principles and rules of taste thus, ultimately, there also, many? She gives us the extraordinary mobility of views whereby we recognize the good in evil as ugly as beautiful, dissolve the rigid assessments that we have been transmitted and recompose elements from their new artistic figures of our imagination or entity. But it's the same reason that prevents us from imposing these really works, hence the artistic peculiarities, multiplication powerless chapels, Spiralling revolutions and innovations that engage the arts, since that 'Public does not moderates. Hence the suspicion with which we welcome anything new as the work of a madman, and finally, to say the least, the overall persistence of this absurd and fallacious need of redemption through art, a return to simplicity where we could Homeric good Once we find all united in the abolition of our differences. It is nevertheless no doubt in my mind that we will never sacrifice the benefits acquired and that we can overcome prejudice. And we will win, if we are not afraid to push even further the current trend.
That is - sketched - my thoughts. And my conviction, therefore, agree to act in a sense that my feelings will not hear. I indulge in theoretical studies that are preparatory to help me implement my decision. I am looking for an economic program that ensures the realization of a pure democracy, inspiring, capable of lifting even larger masses. Meanwhile, of course, I would vote Social Democrat or liberal depending on the circumstances, but it is clear that we need something that takes us away from the flatness of the current parties and that such ideas, we need a economic program as a decree. And I ask these naive questions: who Cirera my shoes, who was carrying my excrement, that crawl to me at night in the mines? My "brother people"? Who will perform the correct actions whose implementation requires that we spend all his life to the same machine to do the same thing? I can imagine many things today that were despised and yet their magic, since they are doing voluntarily. But who wants to take over all other work which alone can compel the misery? With that, I want some. trips more comfortable today and a letter faster. I want better judges, better housing. I want to eat better. I do not have to get angry against the officer on the corner. What! me, man, what am the inhabitant of this earth, I could not get this my home comforts a little better than its poor current comfort? !
Meanwhile, we are in politics because we know nothing. How we do it shows enough. Our parties owe their existence to the fear of theories. At any idea, thinking with horror the voter can still oppose another. Therefore the parties protect each other against the two or three ideas they have inherited. They do not live what they promise, but promises to denigrate others. Here is their community of interest implied. This mutual obstruction which allows only small practical results, that's what they called realpolitik. None of them really knows where, to obey the Agrarians, the requirements of big industry or of social democracy could lead. They do not do politics, they want to represent classes and make sure the ear of the government for claims limited. I never would have no objection if, at the same time, they left the politics to others, but no! they will keep up, and blending them with immediate economic benefits of ideologies as devalued as Christianity, the royalist, the liberalism and social democracy. And do not ever put into practice, they lend them a semblance of meaning and holiness which is, moreover, a sin against the spirit.
I believe none of their economic program is feasible and it should not even consider in a single amendment. They will die at the first squall with all the manure that accumulated on a land still sheltered from the wind, they will be reduced to questions posed evil which we can no longer respond yes or no, the first burst of desire that will shake the world. Without having proof, I know many people who share my expectations.
For now, the weather is still calm, we're here as in a glass cage without daring to risk the slightest shock, fear that not everything is flying apart at once. We are stuck with the best of ourselves: our art, our findings in the net of finance ... yes, we love money as a kind of god, chance, an organ irresponsible decision. Believe we really have no social organization can encourage the good artists and crowd out bad? To recognize such invention, Such an idea, a value that appears only in later years? Basically, we firmly believe that the state is a complete idiot. The money is also not distributed according to justice, but it is at least according to chance and luck - and it's not the despair that would set an omnipotent state.
So are the days of depression. An hour ago, I visited Rome, an asylum, and then I walked into a church. For this connection did not look like a pick, I say from the outset: everything I saw there reminded me our situation. At seven, the doctor, myself and five great keepers, we toured the neighborhood shaken. In a particular cell, naked, raging, we had already heard shouting from afar. Blond, muscular, his beard full of drool thick. It was always the same movement, a semicircular motion of the torso with a spasm of the muscles and always the same gesture with one hand as if to explain something to someone. And he shouted something that no one understood, always the same. For him it was probably something important he needed to hear, press with a hammer in the ear the world, for us it was a cry crushed shapeless. Whereupon I found myself listening to the song of French nuns. A small voice rose, hesitating, no one knew if she was young or old, and the voices of the sisters joined the warmed in the cold uncertainty of the cosmos. However, two steps ahead of me, a man sang too smug, and demolished everything. Was one of those old people who can not control , three times a day, an urgent need to pray, and that the God of the Catholics is supposed to love so much. Any side old peasant girl, badly ventilated, Catholicism, assaulted me as the scent of musty. So nasty detours are they required to reach this moment of song? The detours are necessary? The jerks, spasms, absence or change of plan? Is it absurd to choose only one party, open only one way? All n ' happens to any one, anytime, incidentally? And never by the fact of consciousness and a willingness straight? I thought to Giardino Zoologico, not far from the church seemed to me all the same. An animal will come here and relentlessly back and forth. Trapped without bars. I saw it yesterday. The man is not he, too, an animal threw the cosmos in this cage? Trapped without bars? Who comes and goes? Who do not understand why he can not get out? I answer without sentimentality, coldly: yes. However, this find literary bothers me. Like the old me again to judge all things vain. I beat a retreat. But will I ever!
Robert Musil, November 1913
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