"No one kneads clay
more land and no one breathes on our dust.
None.
Praised be you, Nobody. For your sake we
flourish. Meeting
you.
A nothing we were, we are, we will remain, flowering: the rose of
Nothing to Nobody ... "
This is the beginning of a poem by Celan, which bears the title" Psalm. " A true prayer. Voice of most religious atheist
arriving in addressing anyone.
The area where we meet God is that of transcendence, meaning the purest form of objectification, discrimination, separation, unavoidable pitfall of every cognitive act.
words and nothing else. The sacred is thus immanent, as what remains useless and alive.
Of that which is immanent not talking.
That Nobody (important capitals) which is appointed, it is precisely the way that desperately called the unknown, that we never find us, but that comes to us were calling at the outset, becoming alive as interspersed.
We (do not) we are nobody, and nobody at that meeting, flowers.
Born without a name, (where) has no name, (where) we end up with no name.
Prayer atheist, even if making use of the word itself is wrong, because what is missing is the concept of God, but rather we must consider that what is really just the same words, in the paradox of where it is impossible to define.
far from the word that implodes in on itself, manifested as complete, showing only itself, and therefore donor voice that no one who is unlistenable, unknowable, unspeakable (though, paradoxically, to be appointed).
The "nothing" is all the overabundance of this world.
The human being is a luxury that the earth can do without.
Luca Atzori
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