In English: When I was seventy years old, a young man asked me to say a big and wise aphorism: Would I make a universal statement which would summarize my world view. I replied to this young man: Everything is different. With this, I do not classify myself as a skeptic or a doubter, because the skeptics only state that it is not certain that everything is as we believe - whereas I say with certainty and conviction, it is certain that nothing is so. This is the only statement that can be fanatically believed to be true, and to diverge from which is foolishness: everything is different. Because if I have a curved mirror that distorts things, what a foolish thing it would be to say that there are some things that this mirror does not distort when its one general and exception-free law is to distort? The human intellect is just such a curved mirror in which the Truth is reflected. And where is the thread that would straighten this mirror, whereas the thread can only be the human intellect, brain matter that adheres to the curve of the skull? And where is the geometry that can calculate how much this curve curves, so that we can at least imagine the Truth since we can’t actually see where the Truth is thinner or thicker in reality? Everything is different, and whosoever proclaims conviction, be that in philosophy, art or politics, is either evil or stupid; if in good faith, he is foolish; in bad faith, he is evil. Because what kind of perfect job do you expect from an imperfect tool? And the skeptic is wicked and foolish also, he who says he is not sure whether the thesis is correct - whereas it is certain that it is not correct. He who finally understands that everything is different is the true man who can at least believe in something he does not see and knows not, who respects, and fears that something, is drawn to it, awaits it and relaxes into it. He does not name him god, because as soon as he named it, an image would appear in the curved mirror, and the image would be a lie, because it goes away immediately, as if by a magic word to which the wretched human intellect a name would give. And the god too died in that instant when they called his name. He only lived while they knew not about him. The only honest thinker can be compared to a man who sleeps and dreams and in his dreams knows that he is only dreaming and admits it to himself. He watches, smiling, at what the dream conjures before him, because he knows that out there in the waking state, all this does not exist or, if it does, it exists in a different way, and whatever he is thinking within, he knows is wrong because the Dream has distorted the thought. He does not struggle against the thought, it would be useless to struggle, but he is clear on one thing: in our dreams we often call a table a chair, and yet, in fact, we mean the closet. Have you ever heard the words of a man talking in his dreams? The honest thinker acts like one who knows that he is dreaming and, for this very reason, he doesn't believe anything he hears, or sees, or feels, but knows that all of this means something, out there, in the waking state. So he stores it away, takes what he saw, heard and felt, and he calmly believes that someday, he will somehow decipher these signs. Of course, whosoever wants to wake from his dreams, does not do so by focusing on the dream images, and does not pay attention to those, because he would only get more entangled in them and would sink deeper into the waters of the dreams. Instead he strains to think of an indefinite, unknown thing, stretches his mind, struggles outward... And this indefinite something I summarize thus: everything is different. But in the meantime, even while this succeeds, one must sleep and dream, and even if it is not possible any other way, we must at least make this dream pleasant. This is how Logic came to be, the belief in the rule of law, from which serious and conscious dreamers draw convictions for themselves. Logic, this darling and noble game for illustrious and aware dreamers who know it's just a game, a lovely, interesting, exciting game, like chess. There are rules that the fair and noble player adheres to, insists on, whereas he well knows that he has set up these rules himself, yet he sees them as ironclad laws, and if, according to the rules, the king can no longer move, he says : checkmate on me, you won, my friend, and he gets up and pays, whereas he could raise the king and take it off the board, because only the chess rules render it immobile. Meanwhile, everything is different; Newtonian law is different, and the Darwinian theory is different. The thing is different with the Serbs than what we believe, and it's different with us than what they believe. The sky is different, the earth is different, different beings live on Mars, the good friend loves us differently, just as the enemy hates us differently, and the woman we think is different is different and no other way. (And - unbelievable as it may seem, but it is so - events are different from what the newspapers say.) Everything is different.
Pontosan! ...Es mégis, még ez is másképp van...! :)
Ez nagyon szuggesztív és tetszetős, velős és értelmes. :-) köszönöm a feltöltést! :-)
Csak azt hiszed, hisz minden másképp van! 😁
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"Semmi sincsen egészen úgy"
Füst Milán
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In English:
When I was seventy years old, a young man asked me to say a big and wise aphorism: Would I make a universal statement which would summarize my world view.
I replied to this young man: Everything is different. With this, I do not classify myself as a skeptic or a doubter, because the skeptics only state that it is not certain that everything is as we believe - whereas I say with certainty and conviction, it is certain that nothing is so. This is the only statement that can be fanatically believed to be true, and to diverge from which is foolishness: everything is different.
Because if I have a curved mirror that distorts things, what a foolish thing it would be to say that there are some things that this mirror does not distort when its one general and exception-free law is to distort? The human intellect is just such a curved mirror in which the Truth is reflected. And where is the thread that would straighten this mirror, whereas the thread can only be the human intellect, brain matter that adheres to the curve of the skull? And where is the geometry that can calculate how much this curve curves, so that we can at least imagine the Truth since we can’t actually see where the Truth is thinner or thicker in reality?
Everything is different, and whosoever proclaims conviction, be that in philosophy, art or politics, is either evil or stupid; if in good faith, he is foolish; in bad faith, he is evil. Because what kind of perfect job do you expect from an imperfect tool? And the skeptic is wicked and foolish also, he who says he is not sure whether the thesis is correct - whereas it is certain that it is not correct.
He who finally understands that everything is different is the true man who can at least believe in something he does not see and knows not, who respects, and fears that something, is drawn to it, awaits it and relaxes into it. He does not name him god, because as soon as he named it, an image would appear in the curved mirror, and the image would be a lie, because it goes away immediately, as if by a magic word to which the wretched human intellect a name would give. And the god too died in that instant when they called his name. He only lived while they knew not about him. The only honest thinker can be compared to a man who sleeps and dreams and in his dreams knows that he is only dreaming and admits it to himself. He watches, smiling, at what the dream conjures before him, because he knows that out there in the waking state, all this does not exist or, if it does, it exists in a different way, and whatever he is thinking within, he knows is wrong because the Dream has distorted the thought. He does not struggle against the thought, it would be useless to struggle, but he is clear on one thing: in our dreams we often call a table a chair, and yet, in fact, we mean the closet. Have you ever heard the words of a man talking in his dreams? The honest thinker acts like one who knows that he is dreaming and, for this very reason, he doesn't believe anything he hears, or sees, or feels, but knows that all of this means something, out there, in the waking state. So he stores it away, takes what he saw, heard and felt, and he calmly believes that someday, he will somehow decipher these signs. Of course, whosoever wants to wake from his dreams, does not do so by focusing on the dream images, and does not pay attention to those, because he would only get more entangled in them and would sink deeper into the waters of the dreams. Instead he strains to think of an indefinite, unknown thing, stretches his mind, struggles outward... And this indefinite something I summarize thus: everything is different.
But in the meantime, even while this succeeds, one must sleep and dream, and even if it is not possible any other way, we must at least make this dream pleasant. This is how Logic came to be, the belief in the rule of law, from which serious and conscious dreamers draw convictions for themselves. Logic, this darling and noble game for illustrious and aware dreamers who know it's just a game, a lovely, interesting, exciting game, like chess. There are rules that the fair and noble player adheres to, insists on, whereas he well knows that he has set up these rules himself, yet he sees them as ironclad laws, and if, according to the rules, the king can no longer move, he says : checkmate on me, you won, my friend, and he gets up and pays, whereas he could raise the king and take it off the board, because only the chess rules render it immobile.
Meanwhile, everything is different; Newtonian law is different, and the Darwinian theory is different. The thing is different with the Serbs than what we believe, and it's different with us than what they believe. The sky is different, the earth is different, different beings live on Mars, the good friend loves us differently, just as the enemy hates us differently, and the woman we think is different is different and no other way.
(And - unbelievable as it may seem, but it is so - events are different from what the newspapers say.)
Everything is different.
Mindenben kételkedj,, Markx