More than twenty years ago, Don F. told a group of boys the story of Michelangelo engraving his name in the ribbon band that his Pieta was wearing. He wrote: "Michael Angelus Bonarotus Florentinus Facievat". Cosa fece. The young Michelangelo was burning in a flame of rage. Blind, gay, work-alcoholic, crazy or not, one can empathize with his feelings of being wrong. Nothing is worst than being doubted or disposed of the inner intimacy: one's own creature.
Those boys of the group could not understand for sure the subtleties of our deranged man's world. I could not, but I certainly can now. Taken right or wrong, the wounds of such harm are deep and endure. I can see that any project you undertake must go beyond the pure state of its art; it starts before and it goes farther the credits part. Not many people stays at the end of the movie to see the names, to listen to the music. Like an iceberg, the unknown consume themselves in the shadows of the unsung. The big fish eats the small. The spot light is powerful and jealous and allows nothing else to be seen. The company, the institution, the idea, the culture, the group, the social class, all tend to wrong the individual. The burn of wrath is so bad that, although you see it right, you can always take it wrong. Or so, someone as strange as Ayn Rand, did_ pushed it to an unacceptable consequence.
When the Jesus Christ told his disciples to act in secrecy and abnegation, He was asking too much: "That thine almes may be in secret: And thy father which seeth in secret, himselfe shall reward thee openly" (Mt 6, 4). Oh, My! Very hard for the able.
However, the anguish of claiming one's rights, of protecting one's intimacy, of being faithful to one's principles is hard and offers no more that a continuous strain. I can't stop thinking of those many peoples the Jesus spoke to, unable to do so, that probably found these words soothing and exonerating... .
My question is severe: Was that the right message for them?
(PLEASE, LEAVE YOUR COMMENT).
Those boys of the group could not understand for sure the subtleties of our deranged man's world. I could not, but I certainly can now. Taken right or wrong, the wounds of such harm are deep and endure. I can see that any project you undertake must go beyond the pure state of its art; it starts before and it goes farther the credits part. Not many people stays at the end of the movie to see the names, to listen to the music. Like an iceberg, the unknown consume themselves in the shadows of the unsung. The big fish eats the small. The spot light is powerful and jealous and allows nothing else to be seen. The company, the institution, the idea, the culture, the group, the social class, all tend to wrong the individual. The burn of wrath is so bad that, although you see it right, you can always take it wrong. Or so, someone as strange as Ayn Rand, did_ pushed it to an unacceptable consequence.
When the Jesus Christ told his disciples to act in secrecy and abnegation, He was asking too much: "That thine almes may be in secret: And thy father which seeth in secret, himselfe shall reward thee openly" (Mt 6, 4). Oh, My! Very hard for the able.
However, the anguish of claiming one's rights, of protecting one's intimacy, of being faithful to one's principles is hard and offers no more that a continuous strain. I can't stop thinking of those many peoples the Jesus spoke to, unable to do so, that probably found these words soothing and exonerating... .
My question is severe: Was that the right message for them?
(PLEASE, LEAVE YOUR COMMENT).
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