23- My favorite book
I took one of my favorite books by Octavio Paz and discovered that Paola was always a precipice. I couldn't help but being tied to the past forever because taking the mortal leap towards the present was constantly falling into her, a white hole filled with my eternity, nature, snow, fire, and wind. Existence, deceit, and contradiction. Passion unleashed in the desire to have her body back.
Letter to Paola:
Paola, my precipice, through her the universe rushes towards its ruin. Everything is present. And this totality is equivalent to "everything is empty." Indeed, Octavio Paz says:
"The horror not only manifests itself as a total presence, but also as an unheard-of absence in its existence: the ground sinks, forms crumble, the universe bleeds out. Everything rushes towards the white. There is an open mouth, a hole. Astonishment, stupefaction, joy, the range of sensations towards the other is very rich. But they all have this in common: the first movement of the soul is to step back. The other repels us: abyss, snake, delight, beautiful and atrocious monster. And this repulsion is followed by the opposite movement: we cannot take our eyes off the presence, we lean towards the depths of the precipice. Repulsion and fascination. And then, vertigo: to fall, to lose oneself, to become one with the other. To empty oneself. To be nothing: to be everything: to be. Gravity force of death, forgetting oneself, abdication and, simultaneously, instant realization that this strange presence is also us. That which repels me, attracts me. That other is also me. Fascination would be inexplicable if the horror of 'otherness' were not, from its root, tinged with the suspicion of our ultimate identity with that which seems so strange and foreign to us. Immobility is also a fall; the fall, ascent; presence, absence; fear, deep and invincible attraction. The experience of the other culminates in the experience of unity. The two contrary movements imply each other. In stepping back, the leap forward is already beating. Plunging into the other presents itself as a return to something from which we were torn. Duality ceases, we are on the other shore. We have taken the mortal leap. We have reconciled with ourselves." I took one of my favorite books by Octavio Paz and discovered that Paola was always a precipice. I couldn't help but being tied to the past forever because taking the mortal leap towards the present was constantly falling into her, a white hole filled with my eternity, nature, snow, fire, and wind. Existence, deceit, and contradiction. Passion unleashed in the desire to have her body back.
Letter to Paola:
Paola, my precipice, through her the universe rushes towards its ruin. Everything is present. And this totality is equivalent to "everything is empty." Indeed, Octavio Paz says:
"The horror not only manifests itself as a total presence, but also as an unheard-of absence in its existence: the ground sinks, forms crumble, the universe bleeds out. Everything rushes towards the white. There is an open mouth, a hole. Astonishment, stupefaction, joy, the range of sensations towards the other is very rich. But they all have this in common: the first movement of the soul is to step back. The other repels us: abyss, snake, delight, beautiful and atrocious monster. And this repulsion is followed by the opposite movement: we cannot take our eyes off the presence, we lean towards the depths of the precipice. Repulsion and fascination. And then, vertigo: to fall, to lose oneself, to become one with the other. To empty oneself. To be nothing: to be everything: to be. Gravity force of death, forgetting oneself, abdication and, simultaneously, instant realization that this strange presence is also us. That which repels me, attracts me. That other is also me. Fascination would be inexplicable if the horror of 'otherness' were not, from its root, tinged with the suspicion of our ultimate identity with that which seems so strange and foreign to us. Immobility is also a fall; the fall, ascent; presence, absence; fear, deep and invincible attraction. The experience of the other culminates in the experience of unity. The two contrary movements imply each other. In stepping back, the leap forward is already beating. Plunging into the other presents itself as a return to something from which we were torn. Duality ceases, we are on the other shore. We have taken the mortal leap. We have reconciled with ourselves."I took one of my favorite books by Octavio Paz and discovered that Paola was always a precipice. I couldn't help but being tied to the past forever because taking the mortal leap towards the present was constantly falling into her, a white hole filled with my eternity, nature, snow, fire, and wind. Existence, deceit, and contradiction. Passion unleashed in the desire to have her body back.
Letter to Paola:
Paola, my precipice, through her the universe rushes towards its ruin. Everything is present. And this totality is equivalent to "everything is empty." Indeed, Octavio Paz says:
"The horror not only manifests itself as a total presence, but also as an unheard-of absence in its existence: the ground sinks, forms crumble, the universe bleeds out. Everything rushes towards the white. There is an open mouth, a hole. Astonishment, stupefaction, joy, the range of sensations towards the other is very rich. But they all have this in common: the first movement of the soul is to step back. The other repels us: abyss, snake, delight, beautiful and atrocious monster. And this repulsion is followed by the opposite movement: we cannot take our eyes off the presence, we lean towards the depths of the precipice. Repulsion and fascination. And then, vertigo: to fall, to lose oneself, to become one with the other. To empty oneself. To be nothing: to be everything: to be. Gravity force of death, forgetting oneself, abdication and, simultaneously, instant realization that this strange presence is also us. That which repels me, attracts me. That other is also me. Fascination would be inexplicable if the horror of 'otherness' were not, from its root, tinged with the suspicion of our ultimate identity with that which seems so strange and foreign to us. Immobility is also a fall; the fall, ascent; presence, absence; fear, deep and invincible attraction. The experience of the other culminates in the experience of unity. The two contrary movements imply each other. In stepping back, the leap forward is already beating. Plunging into the other presents itself as a return to something from which we were torn. Duality ceases, we are on the other shore. We have taken the mortal leap. We have reconciled with ourselves."