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... Knowledge, however, is not always Awareness. And if modern civilization needs something, it is more wisdom; namely, more culture.

Because this is where the sense of tragedy lies, that largely bears the mask of the inexplicable. The current progress in science, the reconstitution of the world that it is attempting, underlines the potential human capabilities. And while these capabilities allow the description of the explosion of a supernova, or the change of everyday life by the use of computers, they do not seem to lead to a qualitative development of societies and human beings. Undoubtedly they lead to a different life as far as its external coordinates is concerned ...

...which, however, compresses again that which constituted the utopian human dream: the balance between the others and ourselves, the just constitution of the social fabric, the enhancement of the creative forces which exist within each one of us like a small fire. And while this dream shows a fatalistic retreat throughout the world– it is Evil, merely changing face – it remains a dream more timely and distressing than ever.

The Metaphysics in C.P. Cavafy...*

Master Jonah...*

Nostradamus' Return...*

Nostradamus' Return...**

Because, in addition to the absurdity of armaments and the illusions of development, a new threat has emerged: the environmental problem. And this does not constitute a threat for the entire planet only. It constitutes a threat - and a reality - for human daily life itself, since it is increasingly depriving it of its qualitative parameters; and forces it to cohabit with the pollution of land and seas, the tension of big cities and a wounded and vengeful nature. So, the moment man proclaims his scientific triumphs, he is obliged to accept not only his self-alienation from an artificial value system, but also his extremely short-sighted and arrogant vision.  

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The man who is in mid-air would only be balanced by the extending of a hand to the other inhabitants of the planet, and nature or the sea, which witnessed his birth. Except that if this is done, it will now be a hand driven not by history or the fear of punishment, but from deepest knowledge. The only thing capable, together with passionate love or Art, to transcend the awe and the void; the Void.

The man who is in mid-air. Settler of a peculiar planet that belongs to an insignificant galaxy, knower of his extreme defeat - "I know nothing" - Borges would say, "Not even the date of my death" - this man dares, however, to raise questions touching his very existence and the existence of the world. Whether this constitutes his greatness or his Sisyphean fate, is a response that goes far beyond science.