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Wherever the human
being views the intellect more important than the spirit, that is,
places his intellect in command over his intuition, there lays a
breeding ground for illness, as no other result can come about from
a bad seeding. Instead of acting as a human spirit inside
matter, ennobling everything around him, as is his mission, he acts
as an exclusively material creature, as if there were nothing
spiritual within him.
Thus, everything that is originally good, useful
and beautiful, after passing through his rationalistic fingers
becomes bad, harmful and ugly. This process is clearly evident in
the art world of today, be it painting, sculpture or music. Art,
over the past centuries has left us as a legacy of extraordinarily
beautiful objects, today, art is a shapeless mountain of garbage,
chiseled out over the 20th and present century, as cold
reasoning has reached its apogee and has run over everything in its
eagerness to standout by itself assuming qualities it does not
possess. The intellect has made man’s heart its footstool, and the
living spirit its slave. And now as a consequence, has reduced all
art forms that were once magnificent, into a sanitary wasteland. The
forms acquired by contemporary painting and music, generated purely
by neurons dispense with quality indicators. Not because there are
many to choose from, but because they haven’t found any that do them
due justice. As these “things” are always well below the scope of
the most recent and perspicacious dictionaries, making it impossible
to find adjectives adequate enough to reasonably qualify such
horror.
However with only the flickering torchlight of the
intellect to illuminate the treacherous trail that was opened in
matter, to face it in his own way, modern day man has even twisted
the basic law of movement in Creation that states that something can
only remain complete and healthy if kept in continuous movement.
Applied correctly to the physical body, this law would always
maintain it healthy and vigorous. But the intellect has transformed
salutary physical movement into… sport. And, thus, what was healthy
has become morbid once again.
The art of sport! It has been increasingly praised
and highly considered the world over. It has been exalted with hope
everywhere, sung in praise amongst peoples, and made divine with
Olympic emotion by the nations of the world! How could it be harmful?...
For those that have eyes to see, the present aggrandizement of sport
is just one more appalling sample of how the concepts of right and
wrong are completely twisted in our time. Of how the spiritual rigor
mortis has already involved almost all of humanity, extinguishing
its nobler aspirations and compressing its field of vision making it
narrower and narrower.
Sport is indeed harmful, because it is based upon
competition. It does not have as its principal aim the conservation
of bodily health, but its only aim is to show who is the “best” in a
particular modality. “Winning is not important, competing is!”,
the reviled disciples of Coubertin, heralds of the ennobled sport,
will quickly rebuttal. But no, this is completely untrue. For any
sportsman on this planet winning is indeed important. Always. And
even if there are some that really believe in this utopia, in the
deepest recesses of their hearts, not only is there the self
scolding between hiccups and sobbing eyes after losing first place,
there is also the same belief for winning, otherwise they would be
equally insane.
Compete... for what reason? To one day have the
honor of climbing to the highest point of the podium, and proudly
sharing it with the flag of your nation waving above the others? To
be emotionally moved on seeing all the silenced “enemies” around you,
forced to listen to the national anthem of your country, with heads
bowed, obliged to recognize the triumph of your nation? To be driven
around in a fire engine truck and shed the tears of a hero? Is that
patriotism?... Is this how young people should waste the best years
of their lives by training? Is this why they are constantly
submitted to recurring surgeries to repair damaged muscles and
tendons? Is this why special wear and powerful anabolic steroids are
developed? It this why famous sport trainers; with their warmonger
strategies are hired by their weight in gold? Is doping then a spy
tactic? Are dislocations and sprains impressive war combat
decorations for bravery in action?...
Isn’t it pathetic to see gray-headed, tie clad men,
argue quite seriously over different aspects of football in a debate
program, very much convinced in analyzing moves and giving diagnosis
and forecasts; quiet degrading indeed. It would even be hilarious,
if it weren’t so ridiculous: Incredibly ridiculous. What true good
can a nation achieve by winning a World Cup, a Formula 1 title, or a
heavyweight-boxing belt? Popular joy? National pride? A country must
be in pretty bad shape if it needs this frivolous stuff to make it a
worthy country, to vivify its self-esteem. Sad is a nation that
carefully separates part of its ever-decreasing revenues to see its
sport’s idols swimming in rivers of cash at a distance.
And it is sad that that the whole of humanity, that
has spiritually fallen to such depths, being unable to see the
deplorable role it exercises when ennobling these worthless things,
fruits of a cunning materialistic intellect, in detriment to
spiritual betterment. It is the deplorable attitude of this world’s
sporting nations that sees in a marathon runner, arriving at the
finishing line almost dead, as the best example of “human tenacity
that overcomes all obstacles”, of the “Olympic ideal elevated to its
higher degree”. That stumbling athlete, till today a target of
praise throughout the world, did nothing more than commit a serious
crime against his body, by taking it to a state of complete
feebleness, to the point of almost suffering a syncope in the
awaiting doctor's arms close at the finishing line. The doctor
rooted for the courageous youth, courageous to the extreme, to be
able to overcome the Olympic challenge that lay ahead of him that
would have only cost him his life. Both are criminals, and the
entire world that cheered on, accomplices.
A repeatedly powerful argument in favor of sport,
without the dependence on educational experts, states that it
distances the underprivileged youth from violence and drugs. Really?
The practice of sports has the power to detour them from the walls
of FEBEM(*), or to remove them from there
and show them the path to a worthy and honest life? How many young
delinquents and drug addicts leave properly recovered from
reeducation centers, where sports are practiced on a daily basis?
How many of them leave there transformed in their inner selves, to
the point of returning into the conviviality of society, interested
in the well-being of his neighbor?... Not one single creature who is
evil in his inner being, of a bad nature, manages to erase the
violence impregnated in his corrupted soul with jumps and running,
neither is he able to change the syringe for a ball, or for whatever
sport it maybe. In his entire being, the addict does not leave drugs
for sport, but he continues dispersing himself with both types of
narcotic.
Competitive sport is always harmful, it has never
contributed to improve an iota of the inner self of the human being
on the contrary it only instills in him the desire of excelling at
all costs. This competitiveness continually nurtured by hundreds of
million of humans has its effect in the spheres of the ethereal
matter than surrounds us. It surpasses the limits of the stadiums
and continues exercising its deadly influence on the countless
number of human souls that carry within themselves a similar
dependence. These end up being literally besieged by these
influences, impinging in them the permanent need to compete and
continue competing, to win in life and stand out from the crowd at
any price.
The global effects of this insanity are terrible.
As a result of this today, almost all of humanity see themselves as
competitors in everything, be it loyal or not, a simple traffic
disagreement can easily end in tragedy, and traffic itself has
become a racetrack for the overburdened day to day drivers. A defeat
in an innocent domino game or in a card game has the stakes to cause
a heart attack for any of the infatuated players. A goal at the last
second of the full time is reason enough for a scuffle and death
amongst great masses of competitors, called “fans”. Fanatics,
in the pejorative meaning would be the correct term for this type of
mob. Large or small companies no longer aim to improve their
products in order to guarantee their economic survival, but they
prefer to destroy their competitors, squash the inconvenient
competition. An important businessman affirmed that if his
competitor were drowning, his first act would be to thread a hose
into his mouth. Declarations like these are considered dictates of
wisdom, highly inspired maxims, and used in executive improvement
courses. As if these champions of stress had not been taught,
since a tender age as children, to be prepared for a highly
contested fight in the frightening competitive world that waited
them, an ambush in waiting, just like a bugbear. “It is important
to compete!” That is the current slogan of the human race.
Countries compete uncontrollably amongst themselves, in arms, space,
commerce and cultural races. They compete continually. All of them
compete, and nobody lives.
This is the result of competition and frantic
competitiveness, the competitive world in which we live, of which
sport is its main stimulator and sponsor. This is what humanity at
the moment has to present, at the end of the period conceded for its
development. A huge planetary stadium, with billions of unhappy
competitors, spiritually void, this is the victory trophy it can
raise in triumph to its Creator, as the most developed fruit of its
evolution.
However, if it could clearly see what it has
generated for itself with this effort, if it could have a small
glimpse of what awaits it as reciprocity, it would quickly change
its motto to: “It is important to survive!” Survive
spiritually, to subsist now, at the time of the final reckoning.
To dream a little is not wrong, as it does not stir
any competition. But while few still allow themselves to dream
whilst awake with an improbable, perhaps impossible improvement in
humanity, this one lives dreaming about his own greatness, wrapped
up in the illusion of his own importance and his sporting
achievements. Soon, all of us will awake.
(*) Brazilian penitentiary system for
juvenile delinquents
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