Century Life: Mere Illusion fallacy worthless LIFE: illusion, fallacy, STEAM worthless
By: Néstor Pedraza
My mom took me very early in the morning to the whereabouts of the route school, when we passed a corpse lying on the lawn. It was cool. I count seven or eight years, and I think it was my first contact with death. At that age, other people I know and had attended mass graves of relatives and acquaintances, dead hands each other or at the hands of the guerrillas, the police or the military. Other, younger, and would have been between its close, having fallen into the hands of paramilitaries or drug traffickers.
Unlike those who have been victims of violence in this country who have come to town not to drown in rivers of blood from their land, I am among those who have seen the War on TV. Escobar only with their bombs on the streets of Bogotá, we did see a little more closely what is being experienced on a daily basis in the Colombian countryside.
I surrounded myself with another kind of death. Overdose of antidepressants, rat poison, jumping back from a fifth floor, convulsing with cyanide in the arms of the bride, deadly drug cocktails, weeks in alcohol systematically and continuously, leaving the dignity and soul between some sheets putrid stink of sex ... death searches, individual and collective. When you live in a country where death round fields and streets with impunity by leaving trails of endless mass graves throughout the country, and strives to surround himself with the search fallacious evaders of living, is that you have a serious problem . Yes, buried several of my friends. Others out there, still breathing very reluctantly. It taught me early on that no one owns his life, not matter how hard you try to die, nobody dies yesterday. So I abandoned any attempt at suicide, death will come to me when it's time, either before or after, no matter what you do about it.
My contact with the extreme selfishness and avoidance mean suicide, created in me a barrier that has prevented me from understanding what makes people cling to life. I've seen that people will always cling to something, someone, to give meaning to life, and always end up disappointed, because human beings are imperfect, make mistakes, and will inevitably fail those we love. So people are being filled with fear, pain, hurt, bitterness, frustration ... And yet they feel like breathing more valuable than what may exist. I am meaning to a person persecuted for no reason, evicted from their land by war, he has left behind the bodies of their loved ones, eager to continue living in spite of everything: In some ways, life has been to convert an obligation, one must survive the war to tell the story and remember the fallen. But in the permanent death of those who never knew how to work the land, we only know the ignominy of capitalist exploitation (no matter how juicy is the salary, is still holding), can not find how to empathize with those who cling to the act of breathing as living a true life. For years, accompanied him on his mad self-destructive acts and was part of them, as he watched and analyzed. I was aware that destroyed my whole being, and simply did not care. They, in turn, had a desire to "live," and seemed to sincerely believe that all this vice, all that slavery, all this stupidity, they were "life." I never could understand, much less fit in and be like them. Stranger in a strange land, I moved in many different circles, I met people all sorts of religions and ideologies, different cultures and beliefs, world views and life very different, but all and all, without choice, ended up exactly the same. The vehicle varied: drugs, alcohol, sex, violence, snuff, fraud, treason, work ... Whatever it was, so to avoid life, while said to be "living" to the fullest. "This is life!," Was the phrase I heard most on the lips of any person, regardless of gender, ethnicity, nationality, socioeconomic status or level of schooling, when he was in the midst of their process of self-destruction. Rarely met people that cultural tradition or philosophical beliefs, seemed to break that mold completely. For the most part, were simply more sophisticated ways and less self-destructive escape, which were seen as "spiritual." Generally from higher socioeconomic strata, these "spiritual" to live "healthy" in a modern style which dazzles many, except those who have to fight tooth and nail every day to survive. They go to hug trees and think that with a smile will change the world. But inside their homes is not as "green" meant to show to others.
As you can see, I'm not someone who has faith in humanity. It may be in large part by my love of history. Indeed, the history books are hardly talking about the communities that lived in peace for centuries. These long periods of peace are appointed only one line: "Between the year (or century) such and the year (or century) such, the rule (or the community or ethnicity) they had a period of peace." The rest is the record of wars. Read story gives one the false impression that humans have been killing each other relentlessly since the beginning of time, and we have not known any other way of life than that. Thing, of course, totally false.
But perhaps my lack of faith in humanity is simply the fact that we are fallible, imperfect. No matter how good, straight and ethics is a person, will always be susceptible to warping. A catastrophe, a treasure, an illusion, a crush, can completely transform a human being. Just need to press the correct button to unleash corruption, revenge, lust for power, selfishness, anger, jealousy, or any other emotion that leads a person to commit a momentary stupidity will regret the rest of his days, or become a wretch. And not only that. Even those who manage to keep straight, they may fail you when you need it most, not once but many varied and colorful ways.
say that the solution to everything is love. But what is love? For millennia, poets have sung of love in a million ways and has never been agreement on what it is. In the last century, psychologists have tried to do what the poets, and have failed in the attempt. The books on "how to love," "living and love in freedom, "" advice for love, "and the like, have sold like hotcakes in the last 50 years, however, people are becoming more lonely and empty. Neuroscientists have been content to define love in terms of electrical impulses and dose of hormones, so what use is it for the development of the human race? Do you think of love as a series of chemical and electrical processes will help us to find ways to live in peace and harmony? Or is that the millions of dead left by the defenders of love have helped to make the world better today than in times of the Crusades and the conquest of America? The only certainty is that you can not build a society without rules, and that at the point of love is just impossible. Even a family can be built only with love. To quote a popular saying: "When hunger comes through the door to a home, love jumps out the window." Love must be accompanied by justice and many other things for the community life possible.
I'm not the first nor the only, or be the last, to say that everything in life is an illusion. Pedro Calderón de la Barca put it this way in the seventeenth century: " What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction . And Lewis Carroll in the nineteenth century: "What is life but a dream?" mystics, Buddhists and Hindus have claimed for centuries. Thinkers and philosophers, Jews and Christians have agreed with it. The prophets have said time and again. Plato claimed that the man lives in a world of darkness, as a captive in a cave. And indeed, it has sprouted in me another way to see this life is a prison that we are against our will. Yes, against our will, because we can not leave here when we want, and even came when we wanted. Someone asked me to come to this world, as many believe? HA! No way would have accepted a proposal as absurd. Spitting in the face of whom I propose born, my answer would have been calmer. Reencarnaré after death ", as many believe? If reincarnation exists, I have cursed in front of it returns to a rayarle this rot for the face and cut it into pieces, veeeeery slowly. Come back to this prison, to face the pain again, betrayal and frustration, to work as a mule under the yoke of miserable few who do not even have the opportunity of hit in the face, to witness again the stupidity and bloodshed, to hear testimonies of abused, raped, displaced families from their land for no reason, people at risk of death for denouncing the evil, people mutilated and stripped by mere incompetence or negligence of others, or perhaps no longer to be a witness but a victim of this, because in this life I have done quite well, but in future there is no guarantee of anything, "and all for what? Why learn? Learn what, if the same can not remember what I learned in past lives? "Learn why, if what I learned in this life is not going to be useful in the next? "Learn this world is temporary and that everything in it is illusion, that there is nothing in the universe for what it's worth really worth living or dying? I do not need ten lives, not two, not even a whole life to learn that: he had already understood shortly after they reach adolescence, and I can go then, thanks.
And do not tell me what to learn is the opposite, because that would be stupid. The greatest characters in history, the greatest spiritual leaders, the only people that one could conceive as true role models, have been taught that this life is an illusion. And only have to be a little observer to realize that man is but a fragile moth trapped in a dark cave, crashing over and over against the walls of the cave in the midst of darkness. So Michel de Montaigne put it in the sixteenth century:
"Man is something amazingly vain, variable and waving." If we were in a cycle of reincarnations, at this point at least half of humanity and would be in a spiritual level so high that the other half live learn quickly from their example. If the first souls would be hanging around here for over 100,000 years! But as said the warrior III century BC Chinese Hung Tieng:
"The dew on the lily has disappeared shortly after dawn. The morning dew evaporated, come again at dawn. Man dies and always ends, does anyone has ever returned from the beyond? "
Human
. We are capable of great creations, to transform our environment to improve it, to love and build, and also the most heinous atrocities, senseless killings of unspeakable crimes. We are not one or the other, we both. Each of us carries within him an artist and a murderer, an advocate and an oppressor, a sage and a fool, a saint and a criminal, be sweet and another ruthless. And depending on the context, history, life itself, sometimes we get what one, sometimes the other, sometimes individually, sometimes collectively. How can rely on such a creature? Those who serve you support today, tomorrow will deliver to your enemies, or bury you alive, or you just leave and continue another way. And so they should not be surprising at all, nor should we expect anything different.
life itself itself is meaningless. Most people spend their lives trying to make sense, clinging to this or that, as what gives meaning to their lives is crumbling self-destruction. And how creative and different are we to destroy ourselves!
can be filled with reasons to live: to fight for their country, for an ideal, the family, to achieve a dream, money and power, for recognition and fame, water conservation, human rights, the return of the dispossessed of their land, the future of children, to establish pederasty as an option legitimate sexual ... Many of the Crusaders believed sincerely struggling to earn heaven, and with this conviction took out some of the greatest massacres in history against the Arabs, but they were only puppets of economic and political interests. Many gringos went to Iraq convinced that defending freedom, and carried out some of the worst war crimes of the past decades, but they were only puppets in the service of oil multinationals. Many parents have given their best for their children, who have become drug addicts, gangsters, white-collar thieves tyrants or despots. Is it worth the effort? It would be interesting to know the mother's opinion of Hitler, but he died when he was just 18.
If one weighs the pros and cons of every step and every action puts the questions "Is this right?, Could do better?," worth it?, what guarantee do I have? "life is terribly heavy. And when the balance, there is always the red, despite how careful you are. How often one hears people complain because they "did his best" and the result was, if not catastrophic, disappointing? Life can have many joys, but in the end, if someone wants to feel satisfied, you have to make many concessions to himself and the world.
And that's what we do. Over the years, we become less demanding with ourselves and others, to not feel so overwhelmed. We always end up running away, one way or another. Again, I turn to Montaigne: "To those who ask me the reason for my trip I tell them that I know well what I run, but I do not know what I want."
I never know what sought, was not even sure to find something. But I knew I had found it when I read:
"Is not this hateful life of this world? Hateful what is in it, except the remembrance of God and what is close to it. And the wise teacher and the student learns. "
" I know in this life as if you were an alien or like you're passing through. "
" This world is a prison for the believer and a paradise for the unbeliever. "
"Be austere in this life and God will love you, and dispenses with what men have and they will love you."
These sentences were pronounced the man himself had said "faith comes from knowledge," still head of state being slept on the floor on a mat filled with tanned leather palm fiber, which have military supremacy won a city without bloodshed and respected life, honor and property of its inhabitants (although they had chased and tried to kill him, and had tortured their fans), and managed to join a small group of barbarian tribes to turn them into a civilized state, which would become one of the major empires that humanity has seen, just 70 years after his death. This man called my attention immediately, and if his life story struck me, their message changed the course of mine.
Over time I have to wonder if it is true that what some old acquaintances have accused me: That I have ended the band, I thought the only way to find and I refused the chance to see others I became a radical. I look back and examine my past life. I always knew I lived because it was useless to try to kill me, not because life was very precious. Most of the time was spent in major depression. Nothing motivates me. I tried to hold on to literature, but I was never quite sure why. Ultimately, it was only an evasion mechanism more sophisticated than most. But then, I fell in others. Like my life ended up as a slave to the vices and stupidity as any other. Not even sought a religion or a philosophy, sought only how to live with some dignity, without prostituting my soul and my work without destroying the other, not enslave orders too large capitals, and if possible, giving me something other, something that made me feel useful. I tried for decades and failed miserably.
Now my perspective is different. People will always fail, fall, sometimes they rise again to fall again. And among the people I am, I've spent more time failing and falling down than trying to get up. But no matter, you accept that this God created man, and you do not do things to please others. If people fail, God never fails, and you act to please Him If one fails, people may hate you, but God can forgive him. What this world is a mess? Yes, well, Carlos Gardel sang it at the beginning of the twentieth century: "The world was and will be a mess, I know, in five hundred and six and in two thousand too ... " what? If one complies with the law of God, then you live the right way. There has to be wondering if it is working well, or if it's worth what you are doing. Is good because God has established so worth it because God will reward. And if you live well, you know that is providing a bit to make the world better. But he also knows that no one depends on the world to change, you do what you have to do, and does it well, the rest is in the hands of the Creator.
in the Koran Now I have an instruction manual that has historically proven effective to build lives, communities and nations, healthy and fair. I have also the authentic Sunnah of Muhammad (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) an example to follow which historically has proven to be the best example of human behavior. Muhammad (BYP) lived like all the prophets, to follow him is to follow Abraham, Moses, Jesus (Peace of God be upon them all). That is, it tries to imitate the best men that have existed in all times and try to live like them. Now I have a north, a guide and an example. A light and way am no longer crashing against the walls of the cave in the dark. Do not depend on priests, saints, virgins, imams, enlightened, pastors, infallible ... or depend on visions, voices, dreams or lighting that I can play my whims or the whims of religious authorities which may even be the result of psychiatric disorders or active imaginations, do not: for it is the revealed word. Nor do I rely on my own ethics and constantly wondering if this ethic is correct or if due to my prejudices, bad habits and personal interests. I have direct communication with God, knowing His word and example of His Messenger (BYP), I know what He wants me, and what I am in this world. I know how I behave and what are my primary responsibilities. In Islam is meeting all the knowledge and guidelines necessary to build me as a person, to build a family, to build a community, a nation.
This is an illusory world in which the only reality is God. A world traveler, who came because God wanted it that way (I would not respect someone had asked me, as a soldier would not respect a general who asked him about the battle strategy and what position it would occupy) and thank God that I will not return once I'm gone. A world that is only a test preparation and real life, a life in which God willing, I see the Garden and meet the end of freedom.
What if apostasy and stop being a Muslim? Well, what can you offer in return? I'm not tempted by money or power, or fame, living in total darkness. Women? My physical and spiritual scars respond to that question. Nothing motivates me in this world, nothing catches my eye, there is nothing that I consider worth enough to leave the comfort of my bed and sleep delight. Even the children, because the only good and decent that you can do for them is to prepare them to go and make his own life, not expecting to thank overturn. One dies and nothing is carried, said the grandparents, so why fight? And if the matter Life is material, what is it spiritual? "Mysticism, perhaps? That seems too drugs. And drugs never caught my attention. Moreover, at least if you use drugs, know that the effect is immediate, and knows how long. With mysticism never know. You have to go every Sunday to see if a miracle happens, see if you feel the "touch of the spirit," but no guarantees. Sometimes yes, sometimes no ... Sometimes it's a good trip, sometimes not. I shared with many of the "played" very strong self-destruction days. No, never able to convince me that being "touched" every weekend to do different from me. Neither asceticism attracted me, because after all, no sense that God had given us this body to do it only on one side and deny our needs, including the need for contact, communication, communion with others.
So what if it ceases to be Muslim? I could not return to business as before. Before you knew there was nothing to serve, but believed there was no choice at all. Now that I know no alternative, he could not return to the same. Nor may stick some philosophical, religious or political group, after all I knew about it. Prior failed to capture, let alone now. I would ascetic or monk, and frankly devoted to amass a fortune or becoming a serial murderer is too much energy invested in meaningless platitudes, and I'm not sick in the head, fortunately.
No, there is nothing for me out of Islam, but let me die in bed while watching impassively at the ceiling for weeks. In Islam there is light, knowledge, wisdom, people who do not need to say anything to convince me of anything, just share with me and that share is everything, at the time we spent together I can feel, see, smell what life is like a step that if you can give leads to something better, and they are living proof that this step can give themselves the right way, as God intended. Now that I'm Muslim, for the first time in my life I'm surrounded by zombies, I'm surrounded by people alive, that is not clinging to this life, but living well in preparation for eternal life. And I learn every day from them. But do not depend on them, I rely on God, I owe Him alone Even if they are corrupted, I showed that it is possible, and the guide is still there, within my reach.
Living
worth it, because they live to please God through a righteous life, and life straight means helping others without expecting to be thanked (God is one who recognizes the good works), looking after the environment is not as "green" but because God placed in trust building correctly, be kind to animals, work honestly , have a family to worship God, to have children who can be taught to live the right way to be builders of a just society in the future (and not empty fools who cut the veins every week). And if you do things right, and eventually something goes wrong, you're calm, they did what he had done the right way. Live according to God's law makes sense, and has rewards in this world and in the other life. Beyond that, nothing makes sense.
So you can call me radical. If you have another way to be happy in it, follow it with full conviction, but not by chance trying to show me as an option, not even pretend that I accept that is a valid path. I spent too many years in too many ways, and today no one raised me something different to all that what I went through, and only account on my memory as years thrown away. Being Muslim does not free me of pain, injustice and evil, but it gives me a north, makes me a better person and prepared me for what come. I'm a discipline, a moral, a comprehensive socio-economic-political-economic independent of communism, feudalism, capitalism and other man-made system (all historically failed), a ritual (as necessary for life daily), a worldview, a way of thinking, a reason for living, basic rules (fundamental for living together in family and community), to teach me the correct way to eat and sleep so that even those acts become as simple acts of worship to God and benefit me both physically and spiritually.
If I can be a real Musulmán (es decir, una persona completamente obediente y sumisa a la ley y a la voluntad de Dios), será sólo por misericordia del Clemente, porque por mí mismo jamás habría logrado ni siquiera llegar hasta donde he llegado (y estoy muy lejos de vivir de lleno el Islam). Y si no, al menos habré logrado hacer algo que sí vale la pena: esforzarme en cumplir con lo que Dios manda. Aparte de eso, no existe nada en el universo entero que tenga valor para mí. Gracias, pero no, gracias, no voy a dejar de ser Musulmán.
“Toda alma probará la muerte, y recibiréis vuestra completa recompensa el Día de la Resurrección. Quien sea salvado del Fuego e admitted to Paradise will have triumphed. The worldly life is nothing but a pleasure illusory "(Quran 3:185).
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