The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In all the areas within which the spiritual life of humanity is at work, the historical epoch wherein fate has placed us is an epoch of stupendous happenings.
Our epoch is a time of tragic collision between matter and spirit and of the downfall of the purely material world view.
The obscurest epoch is today.
The prehistorical and primitive period represents the true infancy of the mind.
The whole point of having great characters is the opportunity to explore them more deeply with time, re-interpreting them for each new age.
Often the presence of mind and energy of a person remote from the spotlight decide the course of history for centuries to come.
There are thus great swathes of the past where understanding is more important and reputable than judgement, because the principal actors performed in line with the ideas and values of that time, not of ours.
When the mind once allows a doubt to gain entrance, the value of deeds performed grow less, their character changes, we forget the past and dread the future.
That nature does not care, one way or the other, is the true abyss. That only man cares, in his finitude facing nothing but death, alone with his contingency and the objective meaninglessness of his projecting meanings, is a truly unprecedented situation.
I think it's linked to the realisation that we're not going to live forever and that the way of saying and the language become more important than the story.
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