We are forced to fall back on fatalism as an explanation of irrational events (that is to say, events the reasonableness of which we do not understand). The more we try to explain such events in history reasonably, the more unreasonable and incomprehensible do they become to us.
Each man lives for himself, using his freedom to attain his personal aims, and feels with his whole being that he can now do or abstain from doing this or that action; but as soon as he has done it, that action performed at a certain moment in time becomes irrevocable and belongs to history, in which it has not a free but a predestined significance.
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A king is history's slave.
Though Napoleon at that time, in 1812, was more convinced than ever that it depended on him, verser (ou ne pas verser) le sang de ses peuples--as Alexander expressed it in the last letter he wrote him--he had never been so much in the grip of inevitable laws, which compelled him, while thinking that he was acting on his own volition, to perform for the hive life--that is to say, for history--whatever had to be performed.
Each man lives for himself, using his freedom to attain his personal aims, and feels with his whole being that he can now do or abstain from doing this or that action; but as soon as he has done it, that action performed at a certain moment in time becomes irrevocable and belongs to history, in which it has not a free but a predestined significance.
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A king is history's slave.
Though Napoleon at that time, in 1812, was more convinced than ever that it depended on him, verser (ou ne pas verser) le sang de ses peuples--as Alexander expressed it in the last letter he wrote him--he had never been so much in the grip of inevitable laws, which compelled him, while thinking that he was acting on his own volition, to perform for the hive life--that is to say, for history--whatever had to be performed.
Lev Tolstoi. War And Peace.
2 comments:
Wow, por alguna razón personas con mas de 2 carreras en Ciencias a tan corta edad siempre provocan mi admiración.
En efecto, alguna botella siempre sirve de algo cuando no hay compañía, pero tristemente seguir con ella involucra estar en el techo, y la neta ya me dió frío.
Pues en Cuba anduve de sabático al salir de la secundaria, aunque estuve estudiando idiomas, que no sirvió de nada. Mi hermana ya estaba allá cuando yo llegué por que estaba ligeramente hasta la madre de la vida familiar, larga, larga historia.
Pues ya está el gtalk puesto, así que para la otra nos veremos por ahí supongo.
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