reflections visual & literary * humanidades
by Ricky Toledano traduzido por Liane Sarmento Magalhães “Mas por que ajudar apenas as crianças brâmanes? Por que não ajudar todas as crianças? Por que não ajudar todas as que são pobres e famintas? Se vocês querem amar tanto a Deus, por que não limpam esse ghat ‘sagrado’ – que vocês dizem ser ‘o mais […]
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If I look irritated, it is because I was. It is in these moments of disappointment, however, when we learn the most.
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E se você é como qualquer um dos meus muitos amigos racionais, eu provavelmente já lhe forneci informações suficientes para reforçar sua crença de que tal peregrinação é mais um ato inútil de loucura religiosa. Mas eu não seria tão rápido em sacar a arma afiada da lógica. Você pode descobrir que tem, nas suas mãos, uma faca muito mais cega do que imaginava.
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I have probably already supplied you with enough information to reinforce your belief that such a pilgrimage is yet another pointless act of religious craziness. But I would not be so quick to draw your sharp weapon of logic. You might discover it is much blunter than you had imagined.
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Smashing and DESTROYING things – the way I seem to have a talent for – exposes a truth that, like all truths, might be easily revealed, although it is not easily digested before becoming knowledge. It is an assimilation that takes time. Take a clay pot: Is it a pot or is it clay? Where […]
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Although it remained unpronounced, Jackass was the insult that surged from inside me, when judging an acquaintance of mine who professed that the world was actually not round; it was flat. He spoke with such absolute certainty that he even held the knot of his tie when he explained that this world-is-round bull was just a myth for the meek.
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Já sabemos muito bem o que acontece com os fatos quando a convicção está reinando: quanto mais repudiava o falso conhecimento dele, falso por ter base nenhuma – nem teoria nem prática que desmente a redondeza do mundo e que tampouco agrega nada, nem sugere uma outra explicação do mundo físico ao nosso redor – mais crescia a teimosia dele sobre um mundo plano.
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“That is the story I cannot tell you” was how I responded to my nieces and nephews who pulled on me to sit back down. I abruptly rose, leaving them to hang from a cliff to know what happened after the beautiful Sita had been kidnapped by the Demon. “Please, uncle! Tell us the whole […]
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“Don’t exaggerate, Ricky! It was just a coincidence! It was another bird!” said a skeptical, sour friend, when I told him how Pipsqueak had found me in my new home.
“Não exagere, Ricky! Foi apenas uma coincidência! Foi outro pássaro!” disse um amigo céptico, quando eu lhe disse que o Pipsqueak não somente achou a minha casa nova, mas achou a janela certa entre milhares.
No matter how much faith they might have had in their Lord, to behold the fuming volcano in such a foreign world might have filled the Jesuits with just enough doubt to worry as they looked across the valley from the destroyed pagan city of Cholula to see the smoking giant the natives called God. […]
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