In italian it’s spontaneus to associate the spanish word indignados with the italian one indignati, that means indignants, disregarding the part of spanish meaning closer to outraged. This led me to a thought that may be is not sustained by a punctilious analysis of the word in question, but that still remains interesting. Here it follows.

“After 10.000 years of agricolture and sedentary civilizations, after 2 centuries of historical sense, it seemed to be obvious that morals were in their essence a device for controlling society. Careless with this, giving proof of a rare socio-political acumen, these people named themselves as a moral pose: indignation.
They mean to be opposed to the system, but in the same time they reaffirm a distinctive feature of the system by mean of their name. Without considering this attitude is a way of thinking that skims the total uselessness; it does not favour thought, and action neither.
These indignants are like dogs barking to be free; but they drew a chain upon their flag.”

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The inspiration portrait, and philosophy wearing a blue overalls


I was reading a philosophical text [1] and I took notes beside the printed letters. Then i got involved in rearranging them in regular phrases. I was wrong: i put on the paper only the six, seven or thirteen words that are just enough to identify the ideas i had a glimpse of. Instead, i should have descended into the galleries the creative thought had come from, before they became closed again.

 Notes about new ideas should be taken writing complete phrases only, when you are near the source of the inspiration that still is alive and the tracking of its background stories is feasible. Inspiration is fleeting, and its portrait cannot be postponed.

 Understood what to do for saving the intuition, here I am, pacing the thought roots on the contrary, in the hallways of this mobile and mysterious labyrinth, that gives itself to my view for a short time.

 Walking through these caves, I realize the words are no longer inside me and chosen by me, but they come to meet me brought by a coal cart in a tunnel, like an Indiana Jones movie or a Jules Verne book. But where do I stand?? May be these rooms are the department where I will meet the philosopy wearing a blue overalls, busy in an attempt to set in motion the metaphysics?

  1. [1]

    Heidegger, What is Metaphysics?

    Italian edition: Heidegger, Che cos’è metafisica, in “Segnavia”, Biblioteca Filosofica, Adelphi 1987, edited by Franco Volpi, Friedrich-Wilhelm von Herrmann . Pagg. 59-77