HEINZ DUTHEL: MY FRIEND ROUSSEAU. I AM A THING, A THINKING THING, BUT WHAT THING? E-Book

Heinz Duthel

• Herausgeber: neobooks
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Deutsch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Seitenzahl: 72

Beschreibung

This was finally done from one side, where one would have least suspected. It was the stupid muscle man, this eternal scourge of science, who brought it back to life among us. The fall of Constantine Tonis brought the remains of ancient Greece to Italy. France also enriched itself on this precious prey. The sciences soon followed literature. Writing with art combined the art of thinking with an order that seems strange and that is perhaps only too natural. And you started to become one. That the main benefit of dealing with the Muses was that they made people more sociable by instilling in them the desire to please each other through works worthy of mutual applause. The mind has its needs as well as the body. The needs of the body are the foundation of society, but the others are the pleasure of it. While the government and laws for the security and welfare of the assembled people are guarding, the sciences, literature and the arts, which are less despotic, but perhaps the more powerful, are spreading flower wreaths over their chains. Suffocation in them. This feeling of that original freedom, for the sake of which they seemed to have been born. Leave your slavery and forms out of them what are called civil peoples. The need built the drone, the sciences and the arts have fortified it. Four powers on earth love natural abilities and protect those who are working to improve them. She improved her civilized peoples. Happy slaves. You owe them this delicate and fine taste, whose Ehrich praises this gentle temperament and this politeness of manners, which makes dealing with you so confidential and so easy, in a word the appearance of all virtues, although you do not really have any of them.

Leseprobe

Heinz Duthel: My friend Rousseau

Rousseau - On the innocence of nature and the corruption of civilization

I am a thing, a thinking thing, but what thing?

It is a great and beautiful spectacle to see how man emerges from nowhere through his own powers, how he scatters the darkness with which nature surrounds him, how he scatters himself rises, swings with the spirit into the sky regions, runs through the whole space of the circle like the sun with giant strides and, what is even bigger and heavier, returns in itself to get to know the human being there and his nature, his duties and his To investigate end purpose. All of these miracles have been brought to light again for a few generations. Europe had fallen back to the barbarism of the early days. The peoples of this now so enlightened world spirit lived a few centuries ago in a state that stillWas worse than ignorance itself. I do not know what kind of liveliness that was even more contemptible than ignorance, had inappropriately taken the name of science and put an almost insurmountable obstacle to its return. A revolution was necessary to bring people back to common sense.

This was finally done from one side, where one would have least suspected.

It was the stupid muscle man, this eternal scourge of science, who brought it back to life among us. The fall of Constantine Tonis brought the remains of ancient Greece to Italy. France also enriched itself on this precious prey. The sciences soon followed literature. Writing with art combined the art of thinking with an order that seems strange and that is perhaps only too natural. And you started to become one. That the main benefit of dealing with the Muses was that they made people more sociable by instilling in them the desire to please each other through works worthy of mutual applause. The mind has its needs as well as the body. The needs of the body are the foundation of society, but the others are the pleasure of it.

While the government and laws for the security and welfare of the assembled people are guarding, the sciences, literature and the arts, which are less despotic, but perhaps the more powerful, are spreading flower wreaths over their chains. Suffocation in them. This feeling of that original freedom, for the sake of which they seemed to have been born.

Leave your slavery and forms out of them what are called civil peoples. The need built the drone, the sciences and the arts have fortified it. Four powers on earth love natural abilities and protect those who are working to improve them. She improved her civilized peoples. Happy slaves. You owe them this delicate and fine taste, whose Ehrich praises this gentle temperament and this politeness of manners, which makes dealing with you so confidential and so easy, in a word the appearance of all virtues, although you do not really have any of them.

This kind of courtesy, which becomes more amiable the less she tries to show herself, Athens and Rome once stood out at a time when their splendor and splendor had such a great reputation. It also makes it no doubt that our century and our nation will have priority over all times and over all peoples. A philosophical tone without pedantry. Natural , yet engaging manners that are equally distant from German rudeness and the nature of the ultra- montane pantomime.

These are the fruits of the taste that we have obtained through good studies and perfected by dealing with others.

How pleasant it would be to live among us if the outward, settled being were at all times the image of the nature of our heart, if decency were virtue.

If our maxims served as our guidelines. If the true philosophy could not be separated from the title of a philosopher. So many excellent qualities alone are seldom together and virtue never causes such a stir. A precious elevator can indicate a wealthy person and honesty a person of elegance. A healthy and strong person reveals the strength and strength of the body through other characteristics. Will you find yourself under the Bavarian smock of a compatriot, but not under the gold-trimmed dress of a courtier? The external splendor is no less alien to virtue, which is the strength and power of the soul. An honest man is a fighter who likes to fight neck.

He despises all vain plaster, which would hinder the use of his strength and which was largely invented only to hide some deformities .

He had taught us the art of skillful manners and put an artificial language in our passions, our customs were Bavarian. But of course, and the diversity of behavior at first glance reveals the diversity of vegetables. Human nature was basically no better. But people found their security by seeing through each other easily. And this advantage, the value of which we no longer recognize, saved them a lot of vice. Nowadays, however, since subtle investigations and a finer taste to please the art have been limited to principles, there is a vile and fraudulent uniformity in our manners. And all minds seem to be cut according to the same pattern. Courtesy demands unceasing, decency commands. You constantly follow the general, never your own sense. You no longer dare to be seen as who you really are. And under this constant shortage, the people who form the flock, which is called society and who are in the same circumstances, must all do the same things, unless stronger motives prevent them from doing so. So you never really know who you're dealing with. So if you want to recognize your friend, you have to wait for special opportunities, that is, until the time is up. Because for these occasions it would be necessary to have recognized him beforehand. What swarm of vices will be accompanied by this uncertainty? There is no more sincere friendship, no real respect, no right trust, suspicion, suspicion, fear, coldness, restraint, hatred and betrayal will constantly hide under this egg-shaped and false guise of politeness under this so vaunted delicacy of the amount that we do to thank the enlightenment of our age.

It is true that the name of the Lord of the World will not only be divided in part by curses. He will be insulted by nasty things without insulting our sensitive ears. You will not boast of your own merit. Yes, but lower someone else's earnings. You will not grossly insult your enemy, you will only defame him deftly. The mutual hatred of the peoples will be extinguished, but at the same time the love for the fatherland. Dangerous Peronism will be substituted for contemptuous ignorance. Some debauchery will be banished. Some vices will float, but others will be given the name of virtue. You will either have to accept them or at least pretend to have them. Rime Who wants the moderation of today's wise men? I see it as a fine excess. I don't deserve it any more than its artificial simplicity of being praised.

This is the purity that our customs have achieved. So it happened that we became honest people. Literature, the sciences and the arts must once again claim what they have to do in such a healing work. I just want to add one more consideration.

When a resident of a remote area, due to the state of our sciences, the perfection, our arts, the good manners in our plays, the courtesy, our manners, the friendliness, our speeches, our incessant insurance, the well-behaved and the noisy together flows of people of all ages and classes, who seem eager from early to late to serve each other.

If he wanted to make use of the customs of the Europeans because of all this, an idea so would I say this stranger, our sicken just for the opposite of holding what they really are.

Where there is no effect, there is no cause to be sought. The effect alone is certain here. The depravity really.