:: one such not so important matter ::
reading Aristotle always brings a smile to my face. despite however complicated and obscure it may be, there's a certain sense of comfort in those words therein written. i know not how or when i grew fond of such a kind of philosophy, all i know is that with every day past i become more drawn to it. it is as though i was submerged in an everchanging sea of marvels without being able to really get a grasp of what makes it so appealing. perhaps it is just that i find an amazing amount of beauty in what, for so many others, appears to be an account of a cold and calculating way of facing philosophical matters. but what i read there seems to be so much more of a confession of amazement and passion for sharing what has come to be seen as a fact that i can do nothing different from simply enjoying.
Miguel said that the kind of work that an author as Aristotle demands seems to be at times too arid, that it becomes difficult to think of what's being studied in terms of actual things in life, actual ways of seeing or living one's life. i beg to differ. i've come to realize that many things that were -and may still remain- unsettled in respect to my way of living have become in many ways shaped by what i read, by what i discuss, by what i want to believe is found in certain words. and it doesn't really matter whether or not what i believe to be the cause of this shaping lies, in fact, within the text, for what i wish is not only to know, but to be able to know how to know. and in that sense, going back to the first elements of any given text, no matter how far it may seem to be from the way i 'decide' to live my life, is a way of starting to shape these things i don't know yet to be 'what is important' to life. and so, the grin stays fixed throughout time.
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