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Virtues and Passions in Literature : Excellence, Courage, Engagements, Wisdom, Fulfilment
The Human Condition prompts our creative strivings beyond the natural round of life toward outstanding achievements. It shows how natural forces and promptings of life transmute through creative Human Condition subliminal passions of the soul into innumerable streaks of spiritual significance.
Tutti i numeri sono uguali a cinque = All numbers equal five
Twenty-one stories, twenty-one authors, twenty-one fragments of life walking alongside science, in the most free and brazen way imaginable. Abandoning oneself to digressions, emotions, intuitions of the heart, images, sensations that flank the daily practice of science, but which are not part of codified science. In some stories, science is a method, an instrument, a way of relating to things and people; in others it becomes ideas, thoughts, behaviors, attitudes. Each story has a voice that emerges from the depths of the author's scientific culture, but also from his prejudices, from his way of being a person, from his vision of society, of the world.
Temporality in Life As Seen Through Literature : Contributions to Phenomenology of Life
Temporality pervades the dynamic joint of existence, and the human being as such. As human beings unfold through ontopoiesis, each move of which punctuates the temporality of life, this book examines that fundamental of human philosophy, the relationship between human beings and time.
Il senso e la narrazione = The sense and the narration
Humans are creatures of narration: infinitely they narrate and narrate themselves, intertwine dialogues, light up stories to illuminate the dark caves of the heart and the world, recover and transmute memories. We live between a firm and rough, unknowable reality, an enormous furnace of perturbations and calls and colors, and an elusive, delicate and ephemeral interiority: and between the two, between the world and us, we weave with thought and with words a fragile ponte, a bridge called sense. Swing this bridge at the unequal breath of a cosmic wind, dropping phosphoric fragments: sudden hourglasses, anonymous centaurs, sleepless geometers, distant syllogisms, vanished lineages, black basalts, crazy anchorites, silent plesiosaurs, flutes and bagpipes ... and they recompose figures, and we ask ourselves questions about those figures and tell stories. Only the vertigo of asking and narrating can give meaning to a life that some say is interwoven with pure chance. Forever detached from the flourishing matrix of the world, tormented by thought, prisoners of words, slaves of interpretation, lost in a long corridor of facing mirrors: we are at the center of a great, incomprehensible rumble.
