Saturday September 2nd 2017Tim
Pessoa at his most unbridled and free was still alive
he'd not be tossing un-collated notes into a trunk, he'd
be tossing them into the ether. Why? I hear the call.
His unbridled answer to the question would I'd argue go
something like this. Between action and dreaming,
neither of which he was born to, he'd rather mix the two
together, and he'd go on to say camaraderie has it's
subtleties by reminding us we weep for saints but never
weep for God.
The great man
died in the 1930's, so fortunately he'll not be able to tell
me whether I'm right or wrong, but his work is in my view an
anthem to those who doubt the veracity of any and all
efforts to describe the world around us. Others will reach
for comfort in the many and varied attempts to describe then
promote patterns of motivation within our species. And
always such attempts start out slowly, become a chain linked
dogma, which is why we weep for the saints who served God.