segunda-feira, 30 de julho de 2012

All Religions are One

The Voice of one crying in the Wilderness

The Argument
As the true method of knowledge is experiment, the true faculty of knowing must be the faculty which experiences. This faculty I treat of. 

Principle 1ST 
That the Poetic Genius is the true Man, and that the body or outward form of Man is derived from the Poetic Genius. Likewise that the forms of all things are derived from their Genius, which by the Ancients was call'd an Angel & Spirit & Demon. 

Principle 2ND 
As all men are alike in outward form, So (and with the same infinite variety) all are alike in the Poetic Genius. 

Principle 3RD
No man can think, write or speak from his heart, but he must intend truth. thus all sects of Philosophy are from the Poetic Genius adapted to the weaknesses of every individual. 

Principle 4TH
As none by travelling over known lands can find out the unknown, So from already acquired knowledge Man could not acquire more; therefore an universal Poetic genius exists. 

Principle 5TH
The Religions of all Nations are derived from each Nation's different reception of the Poetic Genius, which is every where call'd the Spirit of Prophecy. 

Principle 6TH
The Jewish & Christian Testaments are An original derivation from the Poetic Genius. This is necessary from the confined nature of bodily sensation. 

Principle 7TH
As all men are alike (tho' infinitely various), So all Religions , &, as all similars, have one source. The true Man is the source, he being the Poetic Genius.

by William Blake

terça-feira, 24 de julho de 2012

Las verdaderas revoluciones

Las revoluciones son el final de un proceso de las ideas, no el principio, y es siempre un proceso cultural, nunca político. Cuando interviene la política -o mejor los políticos- no se produce una revolución, sino un golpe de Estado, y el proceso cultural se detiene para dar lugar a un programa político. La cultura entonces se convierte en una rama de la propaganda. Es decir, las ilusiones de la cultura, el sueño de la razón, se transforman en pesadilla.
In Cuerpos Divinos, de Guillermo Cabrera Infante