The larches climbing up the side of the mountain. Their soft needles are lit by the setting sun, and shine as embroidery luminescanti, slightly golden on the dark green of the era.
Slightly further down the lake shining blue of his most intense. Mary Sills sleeping on its shores, serene village semi-exclusive to professionals bored.
I pine, contending that the soil in larch, inch by inch, scent the air conditioner. More than a forest, is a thin strip of wood that winds through the valley, already at a height of eighteen hundred, for pastures apleggio two thousand meters above sea level. Yet this subtle and civilizzatissimo forest, entangled in a dense network of trails, turned into huge forested wilderness in the imagination of nineteenth-century tourists. Inaccessible and dark forests, vast valleys and mountains, inhabited by wild beasts and weird hermits. Among these tourists, Friedrich Nietzsche, who in his restless wandering among groves of rock, systematized his Zarathustra.
Walking on the soft forest floor, Nietzsche imagines that Zarathustra descends from the mountains after years of hermitage, and runs into an old saint, who lives in the woods composing hymns to God hermit advises him not to leave the nature and return to the city. "There VISIT men! Stay in the forest! Go 'rather between animals, why do not you want to be like me, bear in bears, a bird among birds? "The Nietzsche-Zarathustra does not follow the advice of the old hermit, for good reason:" is it possible? - You ask - this old saint in his forest does not know that God is dead. "
The world is now uncertain. God is dead, and the forest is no longer a refuge from the fury of men. It is no longer the place of return original purity. The forest will soon be dug out to make way for concrete houses, or to make paper to print advertising - the men and the forest now share the same future of uncertainty. The destiny of man does not originate from the most ancestral rites of forest. It 's the fate of the forest to be hanging on the edge of the production mass. No one can bear to be among the bears, a bird among birds.
0 comments:
Post a Comment