Showing posts with label Luke 6:27. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Luke 6:27. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 20, 2026

Chartres

Chartres
Faculty
Facultad
Geometry 
 
Luke 6:27
"But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you," 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒
The main portal of Chartres is one of the most beautiful congregations of carved figures in the world [38]. The longer you look at it, the more moving incidents, the more vivid details you discover. I suppose the first thing that strikes anyone is the row of pillar people. In naturalistic terms, as bodies, ley are impossible, and the fact that one believes in them is a triumph of art. Figures had been made into columns since the Cnidian treasury at Delphi, but never so narrowly compressed and elongated as they are here - except perhaps at St Denis, because there is evidence that the master who carved them had worked for Suger before he came on to Chartres. He was not only sculptor of genius, but one of great originality. He must have begun carving when style was dominated by the violent twisting rhythms of Cluny and Toulouse; and he has created a style as still and restrained and classical as the Greek sculptors of the sixth century.
The man who carved the pillar of Souillac, although a great artist, cannot be called a representative of civilisation. We have no such doubts about the master-mason of Chartres. One can see that his classic style was a personal creation when one compares the figures by the master himself - all of them are in the central door - with those of his assistants who worked on the doors either side. They could follow the outline of his columnar figures, but when it came to draperies they reverted to the curls and spirals of southern Romanesque, which are meaningless in their new context, whereas the chief master's style is absolutely Greek in the simplicity and precision of every fold. Was it really Greek - I mean Greek in derivation? Were these reed-like draperies, the thin straight lines of the fluted folds, the zigzag hems, and the whole play of texture which so obviously recall a Greek archaic figure, arrived at independently? Or had the Chartres master seen some fragments of early Greek sculpture in the south of France? For various masons I am quite certain that he had.
There was far more Greek sculpture visible in the twelfth century than ayone used to realise. One can find dozens of examples of its being imitated. It even reached England : Henry of Blois, Bishop of Winchester, had a shipload of antiques sent to him. And this style was particularly appropriate to Chartres, because it was there that men first began seriously to study the two founders of Greek philosophy, Plato and Aristotle. John of Salisbury, Bishop f Chartres just after the west portal was finished, was a real humanist.
comparable to Erasmus. In the arch of the right-hand door the Greek philosophers are represented with their attributes: Aristotle, with the severe figure of Dialectic; Pythagoras, who discovered that the musical scale could be stated mathematically, with Music striking the bells; and so forth, all round the arch. Music meant a great deal to the men of the twelfth century, and round the arch of the central doorway a really extraordinary artist ~ perhaps the head master himself, cutting more sharply in harder stone - has shown the elders of the book of Revelation, with musical instruments, each so accurately depicted that one could reconstruct it and play it.
These figures give one an idea of the incomparable richness of the west portal, and the thought that underlies the whole scheme. But from the point of view of civilisation, the most important thing about the central doorway, more important even than its Greek derivation, is the character of the heads of the so-called kings and queens - no one knows exactly who they are [39]. Think of the people we encountered in the ninth and tenth centuries: vigorous, passionate, earnestly striving towards some kind of intellectual light, but fundamentally still barbarians ; that is to say, embodiments of will, their features moulded by the need to survive. Do not the kings and queens of Chartres show a new stage in the ascent of western man? Indeed I beUeve that the refinement, the look of selfless detachment and the spirituality of these heads is something entirely new in art. Beside them the gods and heroes of ancient Greece look arrogant, soulless and even slightly brutal. I fancy that the faces which look out at us from the past are the surest indication we have of the meaning of an epoch. Of course something depends on the insight of the artist who portrays them. If you pass from the heads of the master-mason to those of his more old-fashioned colleagues you are back in the slightly woozy world of Moissac. But good faces evoke good artists — and conversely a decline of portraiture usually means a decline of the face, a theory which can now be illustrated by photographs in the daily papers. The faces on the west portal of Chartres are amongst the most sincere and, in a true sense, the most aristocratic that Western Europe ever produced.
We know from the old chronicles something about the men whose state of mind these faces reveal. In the year 1144, they say, when the towers seemed to be rising as if by magic, the faithful harnessed themselves to the carts which were bringing stone, and dragged them from the quarry to the cathedral. The enthusiasm spread throughout France. Men and women came from far away carrying heavy burdens of provisions for the workmen -- wine, oil, corn. Amongst them were lords and ladies, pulling carts with the rest. There was perfect discipline, and a most profound silence. All hearts were united and each man forgave his enemies. This feeling of dedication to a great civilising ideal is even more overwhelming when we pass through the portal into the interior [40]. This is not only one of the two most beautiful covered spaces in the world (the other is St Sophia in Constantinople), but it is one that has a peculiar effect on the mind ; and the men who built it would have said that this was because it was the favourite earthly abode of the Virgin Mary.
Chartres contained the most famous of all relics of the Virgin, the actual tunic she had worn at the time of the Annunciation, which had been presented to Chartres by Charles the Bald in the year 876. From the first this relic had worked miracles, but only in the twelfth century did the cult of the Virgin appeal to the popular imagination. I suppose that in earlier centuries life was simply too rough. At any rate, if art is any guide, and in this series I am taking it as my guide, the Virgin played a very small part in the minds of men during the ninth and tenth centuries. She appears, of course, in incidents like the Aimunciation and the Adoration of the Magi, but representations of the Virgin and Child as objects of special devotion are extremely rare in Ottoman art. The earliest cult figure of the Virgin and Child of any size is a painted wooden statue in St Denis which must date from about 1130. The great Romanesque churches were dedicated to the saints whose relics they contained - St Sernin, St Etienne, St Lazarus, St Denis, St Mary Magdalene - none of them to the Virgin. Then, after Chartres the greatest churches in France were dedicated to her - Paris, Amiens, Laon, Rouen, Rheims.
What was the reason for this sudden change? I used to think that it must have been a result of the crusades : that the returning warriors brought back an admiration for the womanly virtues of gentleness and compassion, as opposed to the male virtues of courage and physical strength which they themselves represented. I am not so sure about this now; but it does seem to be confirmed by the fact that the first representations of the Virgin as an object of devotion are in a markedly Byzantine style, for example on a page of a manuscript from Citeaux, the community of St Bernard. St Bernard was one of the first men to speak of the Virgin as an ideal of beauty and a mediator between man and God. Dante was right to put into his mouth at the close of the Paradiso a hymn to the Virgin which I think one of the most beautiful pieces of poetry ever written.
But whatever the effect of St Bernard, a strong influence in spreading the cult of the Virgin was certainly the beauty and splendour of Chartres Cathedral. Its very construction was a kind of miracle. The old Romanesque church had been destroyed by a terrible fire in 1194: only the towers and the west front remained, and the people of Chartres feared that they had lost their precious relic. Then, when the debris was cleared away, it was found intact in the crypt. The Virgin's intention became clear - that a new church should be built, even more splendid than the last. Once more the chroniclers describe how people came from all over France to join in the work, how whole villages moved in order to help provide for the workmen; and of course there must have been many more of them this time, because the building was bigger and more elaborate, and required hundreds of masons, not to mention a small army of glass-makers who were to provide the hundred and seventy huge windows with stained glass. Perhaps it sounds sentimental, but I can't help feeling that this faith has given the interior of Chartres a unity and a spirit of devotion that exceeds even the other great churches of France, like Bourges and Le Mans.
However, one must add that all the faith in France couldn't have rebuilt the cathedral if the see of Chartres hadn't been extremely rich. After the fire, the Dean and Chapter decided to put aside three years' income for the rebuilding; and their income in modern terms has been reckoned to be about £750,000 a year. The Dean's personal income was £250,000 a year. Add to this that the see of Chartres was closely connected with the royal house of France, and one sees that, like most miracles, this one can be explained in material terms which, in fact, do not explain it at all.
The building is in the new architectural style to which Suger had given the impress of his authority at St Denis : what we call Gothic. Only at Chartres the architect was told to follow the foundations of the old Romanesque cathedral, and this meant that the Gothic vaulting had to cover a space far wider than ever before. It was a formidable problem of construction, and in order to solve it the architect has used the device known as lying buttresses - one of those happy strokes where necessity has led to an irchitectural invention of marvellous and fantastic beauty. Inside there s no trace of difficulty or calculation : the whole harmonious space seems to have grown up out of the earth according to some natural law of harmony.
So much has been written about the Gothic style that one feels inclined to take it for granted. But it remains one of the most remarkable of human achievements. Since the first expression of civilised life in architecture, say the pyramid of Sakara, man had thought of buildings as a weight on the ground. He had accepted their material nature and although he had tried to nake them transcend it by means of proportion or by the colour of precious marbles, he had always found himself limited by problems of stability and weight. In the end it kept him down to the earth. Now by the devices of the Gothic style - the shaft with its cluster of columns, passing without nterruption into the vault and the pointed arch — he could make stone seem weightless: the weightless expression of his spirit.
By the same means he could surround his space with glass. Sugtr said that he did this in order to get more light, but he found that these areas of glass could be made into an ideal means of impressing and instructing the faithful - far better than wall-painting because with a resonance, an effect on the senses, that the matt surface of a wall-painting could never have. 'Man may rise to the contemplation of the divine through the senses.' Well, nowhere else, I think, is this saying of the old pseudo-St Denis so wonderfully illustrated as it is in Chartres Cathedral. As one looks at the painted glass which completely surrounds one [7, on facing page], it seems almost to set up a vibration in the air. It is primarily a sensuous-emotional impact. As a matter of experience it is quite hard to find out what is going on in the various windows, even when one goes round with a crib prepared by some learned student of iconography ; and whether the faithful of the early thirteenth century were well enough informed to follow all these stories seems to me extremely doubtful. But then we know that the frie 2 e of the Parthenon was almost invisible when it was in its original position, and we must accept that in a non-utilitarian age people under the stress of some powerful emotion are prepared to make and do things for their own sakes or, as they would have said, to the glory of God.
Chartres is the epitome of the first great awakening in European civilisation. It is also the bridge between Romanesque and Gothic, between the world of Abelard and the world of St Thomas Aquinas, the world of' restless curiosity and the world of system and order. Great things were to be done in the next centuries of high Gothic, great feats of construction, both in architecture and in thought. But they all rested on the foundations of the twelfth century. That was the age which gave European civilisation its impetus. Our intellectual energy, our contact with the great minds of Greece, our ability to move and change, our belief that God may be approached through beauty, our feeling of compassion, our sense of the unity of Christendom - all this, and much more, appeared in those hundred marvellous years between the consecration of Cluny and the rebuilding of Chartres. 

Geometry

Faculty
Facultad
Geometry 
 
Luke 6:27
"But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you," 
 
 
 
𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 
Science, and particularly geometry and astronomy/astrology, was linked directly to the divine for most medieval scholars. The compass in this 13th century manuscript is a symbol of God's act of Creation. God has created the universe after geometric and harmonic principles, to seek these principles was therefore to seek and worship God. 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 Chess: "Faculty" "Facultad" "Geometry"

Wednesday, April 2, 2025

Rio de Janeiro

Rio de Janeiro
Belem
Sao Paulo
Brasil
Palisade
Enamel
San Francisco
Screwdriver
"The Fool"
 
Luke 6:27
“But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you,”
 
 
 "he ascends the empyrean heaven and is not intoxicated”~~~Lamb


 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
Brit Manuela
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The Fool by Jaquemard de Hesdin

 
 
 
 
 
French enamelled box: Chiseled and enamelled gold
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chess: "Rio de Janeiro" "Sao Paulo" "Brasil" "Palisade" “San Francisco” “Enamel” “The Fool” “Screwdriver”
 
 Miscelánea
 
 "St. Francis died in 1226 at the age of forty-three, worn out by his austerities. On his deathbed, he asked forgiveness of 'poor brother donkey, my body' for the hardships he had made it suffer. He had seen his group of humble companions grow into a great institution, and in 1220 he had, with perfect simplicity, relinquished control of the order. He recognized that he was no administrator. Two years after his death, he was canonized, and almost immediately his followers began to build a great basilica in his memory. With its upper and lower church, jammed onto the side of a steep hill, it is both an extraordinary feat of engineering and a masterpiece of Gothic architecture. It was decorated by all the chief Italian painters of the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, from Cimabue onwards, so that it became the richest and most evocative church in Italy. A strange memorial to the little poor man, whose favorite saying was, 'Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests: but the Son of Man hath not where to lay his head'. But of course, St. Francis's cult of poverty could not survive him—it did not even last his lifetime. It was officially rejected by the Church; for the Church had already become part of the international banking system that originated in thirteenth-century Italy. Those of Francis's disciples, called Fraticelli, who clung to his doctrine of poverty were denounced as heretics and burnt at the stake. And for seven hundred years capitalism has continued to grow to its present monstrous proportions. It may seem that St Francis has had no influence at all, because even those humane reformers of the nineteenth century who sometimes invoked him did not wish to exalt or sanctify poverty but to abolish it."~~~Kenneth Clark: CIVILISATION. Ch.3 Romance and Reality
Yes, Shakespeare did use the word "enamel" in his works. For example, in The Rape of Lucrece, he writes:
"Their silent war of lilies and of roses, Which Tarquin viewed in her fair face's field, To one more bright than theirs, less white than those, Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw The face of pleasure, painted with delight, But then enamelled with a thousand woes."
Here, "enamelled" is used metaphorically to describe how Lucrece's face, once full of joy, is now overlaid with sorrow. Shakespeare often employed vivid and artistic language like this to convey complex emotions and imagery.
Shakespeare's use of the word "enamel" is indeed intriguing, and while The Rape of Lucrece is a notable example, there are other instances where he employs similar imagery or language. Unfortunately, I couldn't find additional direct uses of "enamel" in his works through my search. However, Shakespeare often used vivid and decorative language to describe beauty, artifice, and transformation, which aligns with the concept of "enamel."
For example, in Sonnet 20, he writes about nature's artistry in creating beauty, which could metaphorically connect to the idea of "enameling" as a form of embellishment. Similarly, in The Winter's Tale, he describes the art of painting and its ability to capture life, which resonates with the idea of layering and enhancing through art.
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LA CUESTA GRANDE (Bebedero de San Antonio de Escazú)

The Fatal Sisters: An Ode
By Thomas Gray
(FROM THE NORSE TONGUE)

Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepare.)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darken'd air.

Glitt'ring lances are the loom,
Where the dusky warp we strain,
Weaving many a soldier's doom,
Orkney's woe, and Randver's bane.

See the grisly texture grow,
('Tis of human entrails made,)
And the weights, that play below,
Each a gasping warrior's head.

Shafts for shuttles, dipt in gore,
Shoot the trembling cords along.
Sword, that once a monarch bore,
Keep the tissue close and strong.

Mista black, terrific maid,
Sangrida, and Hilda see,
Join the wayward work to aid:
Tis the woof of victory.

Ere the ruddy sun be set,
Pikes must shiver, javelins sing,
Blade with clatt'ring buckler meet,
Hauberk crash, and helmet ring.

(Weave the crimson web of war)
Let us go, and let us fly,
Where our friends the conflict share,
Where they triumph, where they die.

As the paths of fate we tread,
Wading thro' th' ensanguin'd field:
Gondula, and Geira, spread
O'er the youthful king your shield.

We the reins to slaughter give,
Ours to kill, and ours to spare:
Spite of danger he shall live.
(Weave the crimson web of war.)

They, whom once the desert-beach
Pent within its bleak domain,
Soon their ample sway shall stretch
O'er the plenty of the plain.

Low the dauntless earl is laid
Gor'd with many a gaping wound:
Fate demands a nobler head;
Soon a king shall bite the ground.

Long his loss shall Erin weep,
Ne'er again his likeness see;
Long her strains in sorrow steep,
Strains of immortality.

Horror covers all the heath,
Clouds of carnage blot the sun.
Sisters, weave the web of death;
Sisters, cease, the work is done.

Hail the task, and hail the hands!
Songs of joy and triumph sing!
Joy to the victorious bands;
Triumph to the younger king.

Mortal, thou that hear'st the tale,
Learn the tenor of our song.
Scotland thro' each winding vale
Far and wide the notes prolong.

Sisters, hence with spurs of speed:
Each her thund'ring falchion wield;
Each bestride her sable steed.
Hurry, hurry to the field.
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¡Por supuesto, Jorge! Aquí tienes mi respuesta en español:
The Fatal Sisters de Thomas Gray es una oda inspirada en la mitología nórdica y la literatura medieval escandinava. Gray basó el poema en un pasaje de las Orcades de Thormodus Torfaeus, que describe una visión de las valquirias tejiendo los destinos de los guerreros en un telar de guerra.
 
Contexto y Temas:

Mitología Nórdica: El poema se basa en el concepto de las valquirias—figuras femeninas sobrenaturales que deciden el destino de los guerreros en la batalla. Se las describe tejiendo una "red de guerra," simbolizando la interconexión del destino y la muerte.
Imágenes de Guerra: Gray emplea imágenes vívidas y, a menudo, espeluznantes para describir la labor de las valquirias. El telar está hecho de entrañas humanas, y los contrapesos son cabezas de guerreros caídos. Estas impactantes imágenes destacan la brutalidad y la inevitabilidad de la guerra.

Contexto Histórico: El poema hace referencia a la Batalla de Clontarf (1014), donde Sigurd, conde de las Orcadas, luchó junto a Sitric Silkbeard contra Brian Boru, el Alto Rey de Irlanda. La batalla marcó un punto de inflexión en la historia irlandesa, y el poema de Gray captura el tono mítico y fatalista del evento.

Estructura y Estilo: Escrito en un estilo dramático y lírico, el poema combina elementos de la oda clásica con el poder crudo y evocador de las sagas nórdicas. Refleja la fascinación de Gray por las culturas antiguas y su habilidad para fusionar temas históricos y mitológicos.
El poema es una meditación sobre el destino, la mortalidad y el coste humano del conflicto, envuelto en el misticismo de la leyenda nórdica. ¡Avísame si deseas explorar líneas específicas o profundizar en su simbolismo!   

Le pregunto a COPILOT: -When you say : "The battle was a turning point in Irish history," was it for good or in what sense?

COPILOT: -The Battle of Clontarf, fought on April 23, 1014, was a turning point in Irish history with both positive and complex outcomes. On the one hand, it marked the decline of Viking power in Ireland. The victory of Brian Boru's forces effectively ended the Norse influence that had dominated parts of Ireland for centuries, particularly in Dublin. This was seen as a step toward consolidating Gaelic rule and reclaiming Irish autonomy.
However, the battle also came at a great cost. Brian Boru, the High King of Ireland, was killed, along with his son and grandson. This loss created a power vacuum and led to political fragmentation among Irish clans. While the Vikings' dominance waned, the internal rivalries among Irish factions persisted, delaying the unification of Ireland under a single ruler.
So, while the battle is celebrated as a victory for Irish independence and culture, it also highlights the complexities of power struggles and the sacrifices involved in achieving such milestones. Let me know if you'd like to explore more about this fascinating chapter of history!   
Jorge: -Now about the poem itself I find it intriguing the rhyme: "steep -weep", and that only because I just read in Ch.3 Romance and Reality by Kenneth Clark that referring to St. Francis ' Basilica : "With its upper and lower church, jammed onto the side of a steep hill, it is both an extraordinary feat of engineering and a masterpiece of Gothic architecture."

COPILOT: -Ah, Jorge, what a fascinating connection you've drawn between Thomas Gray's The Fatal Sisters and Kenneth Clark's Romance and Reality. The rhyme "steep - weep" in Gray's poem resonates with the imagery of height, grandeur, and the emotional weight tied to those notions, much like Clark’s description of St. Francis' Basilica.
In Gray’s context, the word steep evokes the perilous and exalted heights of fate, while weep captures the sorrowful consequences of the Valkyries' weaving—where destiny culminates in loss and lamentation. Together, they form a poetic duality of awe and despair, reflecting the mythic and human struggles of the warriors.
Similarly, in Clark’s passage, the "steep hill" of the Basilica brings to mind the tension between the physical ascent (a feat of engineering and a symbol of reaching toward the divine) and the emotional impact of its Gothic mastery—an architecture that often evokes both reverence and melancholy.
Your observation ties these moments together beautifully. Both instances remind us that great heights, whether literal or metaphorical, carry with them a sense of risk, striving, and the profound emotions that come with looking up to something greater than ourselves. What a poetic perspective you've shared!    



Wednesday, September 27, 2023

China

Wall
China
Xi Huang Ti
Daniel
 
Luke 6:27
"But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you,"



 
 
"No sooner  acquainted my brother, but he immediately wanted to propose it"~~~Fielding





Chess: "Wall" "China" "Xi Huang Ti" "Daniel"
 
LA MURALLA Y LOS LIBROS 
Jorge Luis Borges * 
 
Leí, días pasados, que el hombre que ordenó la edificación de la casi infinita muralla china fue aquel primer emperador, Shih Huang Ti, que asimismo dispuso que se quemaran todos los libros anteriores a él. Que las dos vastas operaciones – las quinientas a seiscientas leguas de piedra opuestas a los bárbaros, la rigurosa abolición de la historia, es decir del pasado– procedieran de una persona y fueran de algún modo sus atributos, inexplicablemente me satisfizo y, a la vez, me inquietó. Indagar las razones de esa emoción es el fin de esta nota. Históricamente, no hay misterio en las dos medidas. Contemporáneo de las guerras de Aníbal, Shih Huang Ti, rey de Tsin, redujo a su poder los Seis Reinos y borró el sistema feudal: erigió la muralla, porque las murallas eran defensas; quemó los libros, porque la oposición los invocaba para alabar a los antiguos emperadores. Quemar libros y erigir fortificaciones es tarea común de los príncipes; lo único singular en Shih Huang Ti fue la escala en que obró. Así lo dejan entender algunos sinólogos, pero yo siento que los hechos que he referido son algo más que una exageración o una hipérbole de disposiciones triviales. Cercar un huerto o un jardín es común; no, cercar un imperio. Tampoco es baladí pretender que la más tradicional de las razas renuncie a la memoria de su pasado, mítico o verdadero. Tres mil años de cronología tenían los chinos (y en esos años, el Emperador Amarillo y Chuang Tzu y Confucio y Lao Tzu), cuando Shih Huang Ti ordenó que la historia comenzara con él. Shih Huang Ti había desterrado a su madre por libertina; en su dura justicia, los ortodoxos no vieron otra cosa que una impiedad; Shih Huang Ti, tal vez, quiso borrar los libros canónigos porque éstos lo acusaban; Shih Huang Ti, tal vez, quiso abolir todo el pasado para abolir un solo recuerdo; la infamia de su madre. (No de otra suerte un rey, en Judea, hizo matar a todos los niños para matar a uno.) Esta conjetura es atendible, pero nada nos dice de la muralla, de la segunda cara del mito. Shih Huang Ti, según los historiadores, prohibió que se mencionara la muerte y buscó el elixir de la inmortalidad y se recluyó en un palacio figurativo, que constaba de tantas habitaciones como hay días en el año; estos datos sugieren que la muralla en el espacio y el incendio en el tiempo fueron barreras mágicas destinadas a detener la muerte. * * * Todas las cosas quieren persistir en su ser, ha escrito Baruch Spinoza; quizá el Emperador y sus magos creyeron que la inmortalidad es intrínseca y que la corrupción no puede entrar en un orbe cerrado. Quizá el Emperador quiso recrear el principio del tiempo y se llamó Primero, para ser realmente primero, y se llamó Huang Ti, para ser de algún modo Huang Ti, el legendario emperador que inventó la escritura y la brújula. Este, según el Libro de los ritos, dio su nombre verdadero a las cosas; parejamente Shih Huang Ti se jactó, en inscripciones que perduran, de que todas las cosas, bajo su imperio, tuvieran el nombre que les conviene. Soñó fundar una dinastía inmortal; ordenó que sus herederos se llamaran Segundo Emperador, Tercer Emperador, Cuarto Emperador, y así hasta lo infinito... He hablado de un propósito mágico; también cabría suponer que erigir la muralla y quemar los libros no fueron actos simultáneos. Esto (según el orden que eligiéramos) nos daría la imagen de un rey que empezó por destruir y luego se resignó a conservar, o la de un rey desengañado que destruyó lo que antes defendía. Ambas conjeturas son dramáticas, pero carecen, que yo sepa, de base histórica. Herbert Allen Giles cuenta que quienes ocultaron libros fueron marcados con un hierro candente y condenados a construir, hasta el día de su muerte, la desaforada muralla. Esta noticia favorece o tolera otra interpretación. Acaso la muralla fue una metáfora, acaso Shih Huang Ti condenó a quienes adoraban el pasado a una obra tan vasta como el pasado, tan torpe y tan inútil. * * * Acaso la muralla fue un desafío y Shih Huang Ti pensó: “Los hombres aman el pasado y contra ese amor nada puedo, ni pueden mis verdugos, pero alguna vez habrá un hombre que sienta como yo, y ése destruirá mi muralla, como yo he destruido los libros, y ése borrará mi memoria y será mi sombra y mi espejo y no lo sabrá”. Acaso Shih Huang Ti amuralló el imperio porque sabía que éste era deleznable y destruyó los libros por entender que eran libros sagrados, o sea libros que enseñan lo que enseña el universo entero o la conciencia de cada hombre. Acaso el incendio de las bibliotecas y la edificación de la muralla son operaciones que de un modo secreto se anulan. La muralla tenaz que en este momento, y en todos, proyecta sobre tierras que no veré su sistema de sombras es la sombra de un César que ordenó que la más reverente de las naciones quemara su pasado; es verosímil que la idea nos toque de por sí, fuera de las conjeturas que permite. (Su virtud puede estar en la oposición de construir y destruir, en enorme escala.) Generalizando el caso anterior, podríamos inferir que todas las formas tienen su virtud en sí mismas y no en un “contenido” conjetural. Eso concordaría con la tesis de Benedetto Croce; ya Pater, en 1877, afirmó que todas las artes aspiran a la condición de la música, que no es otra cosa que forma. La música, los estados de la felicidad, la mitología, las caras trabajadas por el tiempo, ciertos crepúsculos y ciertos lugares, quieren decirnos algo, o algo dijeron que no hubiéramos debido perder, o están por decir algo; esta inminencia de una revelación, que no se produce, es, quizá, el hecho estético