In high school I never understood it was that of philosophy. In fact, I always was very disgusting to know that philosophers themselves as "lovers of wisdom." I caused much resentment imagine what kind of people completely dedicated his life to reflect on human nature. Long disdained such readings, in fact I used to just waste time on the streets, fighting with friends and get the first sip of beer on the sly. A wander. Come to think, I am very sorry, because a couple of years later I met some aphorisms of Nietzsche and memorized with the sole purpose of bragging to my classmates. Then came the allegations of the fatalism of Schopenhauer and Sartre and Cioran. As I read, increased my pride, but mostly my fucking arrogance. Were several years of ignorance, as did the readings were biased, badly. He just wanted the phrase irreverent and provocative. I took it as a fake scholar neighborhood and whenever I could, I dialed away with my classmates. No doubt, these first reading I collapsed into a stinking ignorance. It took several years to recognize me in the mirror and start to read without egos or greed.
Today I know the courage of philosophers, the art of thinking and risk the world to write about it. To sustain our discussions without fear of error or bend before the first attack. Fadanelli praises laziness, while lost in books, to wander, walk, fall, continue, break. A philosophy or at least, to think. Israel Chavez
"Perhaps the only time that the machines are similar to men is when they stop working, break down or the mechanism begins to have vices, when mad and do not respond to our control."
* Guillermo Fadanelli. Praise of Laziness. Mexico: Lumen - Random House Mondadori. 2008. 124 p.
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