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Outside The Beauty There Is No Salvation Rubem Alves
I write as a poet. Cummings said that the unlimited world of a poet is himself. Egocentric narcissism? No. I invoke Cecilia Meireles to clarify. She said of her grandmother: "
Your body was a mirror of the universe thinking."
Poets, other scientists wishing to explore the universe looking directly at him, only know the universe as part of your body. Poetry is the Eucharist. The poet contemplates the thing and says: "
This is my body."
Poet, I can not speak scientifically about Christianity. I can only talk about it as he was being reflected in the mirror of my body, over time. Childhood. Children have religious ideas. Know nothing of spiritual entities. Children are creatures of this world. They experience it through the senses, especially vision. Children have religious ideas but have mystical experiences. Mystical experience is not to see beings from another world. You see this world illuminated by beauty. These experiences are too large for the language. These experiences sprout religious feelings. Religion is the empty shell of the cicada on the trunk of the tree. Religious feeling is the cicada in flight. Boy, I flew with the cicadas. Religious ideas are not born children. They are placed in the body of children by adults. My mother taught me to pray. "
Now I lay me down to sleep. Preserve me, O God in your love. If I die without waking, receives Minhalma, O Lord, Amen "
minimum Summary of Christian theology: there is no God, no death, there is a soul that survives death. Then came other lessons: "
God is watching you, boy ..."
God had seen a Great Eye that sees and watch me. My first feeling about God: fear. Children believe what the big talk. And so begins an educational process whereby the children will write the body of the children the words of religion. The body of the child ceases to be the body of the child, becomes the notebook where the adults write their religious words. Many are the lessons of the catechism. God is a spirit that knows all things. See what you're doing with their hands under the covers with the lights out. God is omnipotent can do all things. Having absolute power, all that happens is because he wanted to. The defective child, the mother dying from childbirth, torture chambers, wars ... The tragedies do not happen. God produces them. In the face of tragedy teaches that one should repeat: "
It is the will of God."
We must do what God commands because if you do not, he will punish me. If I die without regret I will be punished with the fire of Hell, forever. This life of the body in the land has no value. Vale of tears where the banished children of Eve mourn and cry, waiting for the sky. The sky comes after death. God lives in the place there after life ends. The world is a proving ground undermined by which the pleasures of the soul's eternal destiny will be decided. To love God and his heaven must hate life. Who loves the good things in life are not loving God. Denying the body: tears, abstentions, sacrifice: these are the gifts that should be offered to God. God is happy when we suffer. Of all the pleasures the most dangerous are the pleasures of sex. So we need to have sex without pleasure, sex for procreation. God has never been seen by anyone. But revealed his will to an institution: the church, whether Catholic or Protestant. To her, the Church, having custody of the book written by divine inspiration, the Holy Scriptures, the "
Great Encyclopedia of knowledge and the divine orders."
outside the Church there is no salvation"
, because outside the Church there is no knowledge of God. Ludwig Wittgenstein speaks about the bewitching power of words. Bewitching words: those that possess us and prevent us from thinking. So are the religious ideas: men's bodies are covered with words, by fear, dominate them. "
can not think different thoughts. Any other word can mean hell. Inquisitions, both Catholic and Protestant, ever sent to the fire people for their sins moral. The moral sins lead the sinner closer to the Church, because it has the power to forgive. Burns were those who had different thoughts: Brunno, Huss, Servetus. The crimes of thought away from the men of the Church. Consequently, men away from God. Anyone who thinks different thoughts must be eliminated or by fire or by silence. For many years I lived under the spell of these words. Spells are not fighting right. It's always a kiss of love that breaks the spell ... Who kissed me? Another who lives in me. Because I live in not only that but he thinks he feels. Barthes said: "
My body does not have the same ideas as me."
thought the words were written on my body. But my body was thinking of other ideas. The truth of my body was different. He loved life too much. I confess: I was never attracted by the delights of heaven. And know of someone who dies of love for him. Proof of this is that good health care. They want to be here. I know, however, people who live lives tortured by fear of hell. I remember, with sharp precision, the moment I had the intellectual perception that freed my reason for thinking. I was in seminary. Suddenly, with great astonishment, I realized that all those words that others had written in my body had not fallen from the sky. If it had fallen from the sky, they had no right to be where they were. They were invading demons. They opened up my eyes and realized that this monumental architecture of theological terms is called Christian theology is built, all around the idea of hell. Deleted hell, all the screws come loose logic, and the large building collapses. Christian theology Orthodox, Catholic and Protestant - excepting those of the mystics and heretics - is a description of the complicated mechanisms created by God to save some of hell, the most extraordinary of these mechanisms is the act of a merciless father who, unable to simply forgive free (like any human father who loves you know how), kills his own son on the cross to satisfy the balance of their accounts cosmic. Of course, who never imagined it was his father. In order of love are always parents who die for what the child alive. Today, the central ideas of Christian theology and believed mean nothing to me, are cicada shells, empty. Not make sense. Do not understand. Not love them. I can not love a father who kills his son to meet his justice. Who can? Who believes? But the curious thing is that I still connected to that tradition. There is something in Christianity that is part of my body. I know there are ideas. What was then? It was a Friday of the Passion that I understood. FM radio (Amparo) was broadcasting all day, music of Christian religious tradition. And I was there, sitting, just listening. Suddenly, a mass of Bach, and the beauty was so great that I owned and I cried with happiness: "
The beauty fills the eyes Waterproof (Adelia Prado). I realized that beauty was part of me. Could never be torn from my body. For centuries, theologians, human brain, had been dedicated to transforming the beauty in rational discourse. Beauty is not enough them. Wanted assurances they wanted the truth. But the artists, human heart, know that the highest form of truth is beauty. Now, with no shame, I say: "
I am a Christian because I love the beauty that lives in that tradition. Ideas? Static hiss in the background ... "
So proclaim the dogma of my single Christian theology erotic heretical:"
Out of Beauty there is no salvation ... "