Fresh from the bottom of the matter, rise up. Merger of the matter, birth of the spirit. It is a night of pale moonlight, a night toward the end of the 20th century, a night when the old world is ending and the new one is beginning. It is a night when one trembles to boldly lower the sacred cross against the heart, to aid in the passage to fatherhood.So, as a crucifix, that night i pick up hyperion, a novel by dan simmons. This is a masterful science fiction saga that celebrates the infinite legend of the french jesuit priest pierre teilhard de chardin, who was a 20th-century researcher, paleontologist, theologian and philosopher.And i read, pacified, until the reflections of the dawn, until the first golden rays of the east. I read the future of man, the celebration of transhumanism and the qualitative leap of humanity enhanced by machine. I have rarely loved a book this much, i have rarely loved a thinker this much. I read that night what a man thought he saw in the tombs of time. I am a lover of words in the service of materials when they come together to make poetry in the bottom of our bottles thus, a few years ago, i bring up the work of pierre teilhard de chardin to one of the last living vestiges of the triumphant 20th century, and i ask him:
Then teilhard de chardin, precursor of genius a look, a silence and for the answer four unexpected words, four words whispered by my father: ghost in the shell .This is the act of birth that makes the spirit of perfume. The ...
Fresh from the bottom of the matter, rise up. Merger of the matter, birth of the spirit. It is a night of pale moonlight, a...show more
