“Il n’est pas d’ideal auquel nous puissions nous sacrifier, car de tout nous connaissons les mensonges, nous qui ne savons point ce qu’est la verite” A. Malraux in ‘La tentation de l’Occident’.
[Guest post by marlombrando.]
(amateuristic English translation by GN: “There is no ideal for which we could sacrifice ourselves, because we know the lies in everything, we who hardly know what is the truth.”)
I feel in myself a tendency to become dazed, overcome by sleep …. not having deep inside myself the urgency of the sense of my life. Indeed, this is the worst effect culture and society have on myself. And too often I feel I also contribute to this towards the others.
I therefore need a conversion of myself.
But before being available to convert, I need to know something so true, so fascinating, so attractive to make this conversion (which is a sacrifice) desirable.
Malraux comes straight to the point here ….. we do not know the truth, we do not know anything which is worth this sacrificing of ourselves.
I have to wake myself up and take the initiative on my own shoulders. An initiative to make my life a relation with anOther: “I consist in you, creating me now”.
Whatever is the mood I am in, whatever is the hard time or good time I’m going through now, whatever is the perception of myself that I have now …. nothing can stop the fact that there is anOther looking at my self now.
So, the essence of conversion flashes-up: let this enter and determine my days.
So the initiative I have to take is clear: keep myself well aware of the above, every day.