Tyutchev, Russia, Reason & Faith

Fyodor Tyutchev (1803-1873) was a Russian poet.

I need him here for a poem which says that you can not understand Russia with reason : you can only believe in Russia.

It’s a structure for the mind, a way to deal with reality.

 

Here are a few attempts to translate the quatrain :

Russia cannot be understood with the mind alone,
No ordinary yardstick can span her greatness:
She stands alone, unique –
In Russia, one can only believe.

You can’t understand Russia with your brain,
You can’t measure it with the standard instruments:
She has a particular status –
In Russia you can only believe.

Russia is understood not by the mind,
Nor by a common rule.
She has a special stature of her own:
In Russia one can only believe.

Russia cannot be understood by the intellect,
nor can it be measured by the common measure;
it has its own particular form,
you can only have faith in Russia

Don’t try to get it with your mind,
Don’t try to fit in your dimension:
There is no Russia of your kind –
Here your belief is only mention.

Russia is a thing of which
the intellect cannot conceive.
Hers is no common yardstick.
You measure her uniquely:
in Russia you believe!

 

Where do we use this structure? In love maybe. In some decisions, or changes (“Do I want to have kids with this person?”). When something’s too big for your own experience.

It’s a bit oriental, right? Let go reason : embrace…

 

Thanks for reading!

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Умом Россию не понять,
Аршином общим не измерить:
У ней особенная стать –
В Россию можно только верить.

Corks of reason pop out when the Real Thing appears & other unpinnings : Chronicle 28

“A man who is weak is a man who simply has a lack of love”. Is it true?

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Decades ago a friend of mine bought a puppet in a store, in Europa. Once she chose it, someone said “You bought death”.

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Corks of reason pop out when the Real Thing appears.

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“Put on a happy face”, “Keep smiling”. I think it’s very strange to say that; if you’re not happy, you just don’t “put on a happy face”, and I don’t find any French idiom about that. What madness is that? Smile “on order”, naturally, for the picture, and you look like a fool…

Smile when you smile inside…

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“Dans la solitude, on sent très bien le danger de la folie” : in solitude, one feels very well the danger of lunacy.

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A certain silence arises from the other’s absence.

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What do you do, when you see someone you like… rushing into a new project which you sense and foresee will be dangerous or a disaster? You shut up. One does not ask for your opinion : just shut your mouth.

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They should invent a “people weather forecast”. “Today, people are obnoxious idiots. Go outside only if necessary”. “Tomorrow, people will be slow and dumb. Stay calm if you have to go outside”. “Don’t go around Quivira today, there are drunk bored couples everywhere”.

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Write the storiy of Three Cursed Syisters. Eaych one has her own way of beying cursed. By what? Sex & Love, of couyrse!

How to decurse a curse?

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When you hear the river, but you don’t see it.

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A Folleti is a kind of Italian impish imp with a large red hat. He comes to comfort a little girl who is crying in the shade, on a porch behind a house. He invents magic tricks and a beautiful waltz. Then, she laughs. A chaffinch is singing somewhere.

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Creation as association of ideas. Of course. Which ideas? How do you connect? What could be a adjuvant?

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These days I read dozens of letters from the nineties. Forgetting the past is maybe the hugest mistake of humanity. Thanks to these letters, I’m see ideas and scintillations growing from the soil. Forgetting the past, the child we were, our siblings, our paths, hesitations, lovers, dialogs, mistakes and joys. Come on!

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Ideas and feelings are alive in your head and are not frozenprinted : they blossom, de-blossom and re-blossom. Constantly evolving… If they don’t, they are called Pinned Mindsets. How to unpin?

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We create our reality, our brain is a living forest breathing informations, dealing with reality in a complex layered dance. What kind of dance is it?

Thanks for reading!

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“Love at first sight” wisdoms…

For “Love at first sight“, we French say “Un coup de foudre” (a lightning strike), a clear metaphor? Bzam!! Like it?

We’ve all been there, I suppose : you walk your life seriously, and in a second you are suddenly, completely amazed by a face, a smile, someone. Look at you, now!…

If a love story ensues, well, you know… it doesn’t work “that” often. And many grown adults are very cautious with this love-at-first-sight thing. “Beware!”, says the 40 to the 20…

In a way, that’s pretty logical. Love at first sight means – and implies – you fell in love with… graphic proportions. You fell in love with some eyes, a mouth, a face… right?

And, well, graphic proportions are NOT a person.

OK. Yes. Right. But…

First of all, you can’t do nothing against a loveatfirstsightcrush. Just shut up and notice how stupid you become, haha.

So…

There’s a place where you’re a grown adult. You’ve been hurt by failures and break ups, blah blah blah, and you tend to think :

“As it ought to be, love at first sight is bullshite, therefore I should choose my lover with a good dose of reason”.

A person you appreciate “reasonably“, right?

Good!

But you grow more up. You gain experience. You’ve known many more people. Your brain is, like, trained to guess who is a person you meet. Watch her/him walk, talk, smile…

Voilà.

My theory here is : I am pretty sure that “Love at first sight”, when you’re 40 or 50, is more… accurate. You don’t fall in love in a second because of a smile, a winking eye, a silver voice. You DO, but because you guessfelt – much more : the rest of the person, the way (s)he talks, the way (s)he walks, stands up, questions you, looks at you. Energy.

And yes, you’re a sapiosexual, right? Thus…

Whatever.

You silly poor little brother, sister, you can’t resist (you will never be able to resist) to this “BAM!” feeling. Your whole personality seems to be ready to fall on your ass because of. That’s how we’re built, probably. There’s maybe an agent in our mind, doing this, keeping an eye out for…

Crush. Let go. Try to be smart, though. Hold on your wheel. Be happy. And if you’re not, you know, you have these “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” quotes, etc…

After all, maybe a good part of REASON is now incrusted, embedded into your loveatfirstsightness? It would be a strange effective braid, right?

Maybe you’ve found your sidekick, I mean your REAL one. You’re good now! Marry her! Him! C’est la vie !

 

Thanks for reading! Have a nice day!

 

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Dowsing Reality in my Head : What is “Emotional Reasoning”?

You feel an emotion, so you think it “proves” something is true, this is called Emotional Reasoning. Wikipedia gives a good example of that :

…even though a spouse has shown only devotion, a person using emotional reasoning might conclude, “I know my spouse is being unfaithful because I feel jealous.”

This is a good little clockwork to watch and to take to pieces, right?

Of course people use this concept as a negative thing, a flaw, a disorder. Path to depression and all…

You have to think about Reason :

“Reason is the capacity for consciously making sense of things, applying logic, establishing and verifying facts, and changing or justifying practices, institutions, and beliefs based on new or existing information.”

We all know that, and we also know that within the informations we gather (facts, things we see, informations, things people say), our emotions have a power : they color all of these, in bright light or in shades of darkness.

So if I understand well, Emotional Reasoning is a disorder, when we narrow reason only on emotions. OK.

I need my readers. Help! This concept triggers questions and subtleties. Could this be a positive thing? Where do you put the instinct, in this process? How can reason and emotions weave together to make a strong tool? Can an emotion trigger a seek of informations? And what about the fact that new informations would braid with feelings, instinct and therefore emotions to help us draw maps for living? Where is the balance to find? How to wring a disorder into a power? Imagine your have this disorder : does it prove that if you feel something is true… it’s not? Mmhhh…

Sorry for my wobblenglish…

Thanks for reading!

 

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