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The perfection of the number Two. Semi-serious reflection on desire and love.


Catania April 7, 2010

"Two is not twice but the opposite of one of his loneliness. Two alliance is, double thread that is not broken" . (Erri De Luca).







That the two had a I've always nice number suspected. I think the first suspicion dates back to the early years of my life when I realized that the two months of a given people will come to my house with gifts for me. It was my birthday. Receiving gifts is a good reason to love a number. Further on the gifts become perhaps little consolation for the years that pass, unless the people do not set yourself up to give Botox injections and breast implants, that is.

And so the two came out of hatred for me that always surrounds the numbers, surrounded them in arithmetic and not debatable This discount is devoid of charm, at least in my opinion.
But Erri De Luca, with that sentence overturned the mathematical order: "Two is not twice but the other one." The number two is therefore a subversive. In my eyes this makes the two a little fascinosissimo numeretto and lovable. In my eyes, this makes the perfect number two, pace of Three and even the Church has always maintained that as a carrier of that mystery, as mysterious to me than to others, that is faith.

In my experience the three is a number of cabbage instead. But that's another story, definitely.

Let's go back to two, which is better. And in speeches inoltriamoci philosophizing that will appeal to Brother Sage and discourage those that they expect a post ironic. The latter are allowed to finish reading this post now.

The charm of the two does not end, of course, in obvious reference to the day of my birthday. Two by Two life is born and the life of the One, the individual tends spasmodically, in a more or less conscious but more visceral, until the time of death.

The One, the first time it is the world's research on the Other Two.
Other And the first is the mother. At that first perfect symbiotic relationship back then continuously, using it as the foundation for all the love that we build houses during the whole of our lives.
union of two bodies, life is born, in seeking animal lovers in the dirty game of desire, while giving the breath of life to the passion of the individual's death threat confined to the abyss hear us who foreshadows the failure of that same desire that everything had moved.
the voltage Two is always pushed this game and obscene death.

Yet without the two there is no passion, there is no union, there is no birth, no future for the individual and the species. Without the two there is no life.
For that, life springs from the desire of a merger of two bodies and, although the idea should not like, so it is no other possibility. It seems we can not know our wishes if the body of the Other do not reflect them renouncing their own opacity, to be transparent. That life is born from pure desire, free from any romance of the past, and love is not an aberrant fact visible without having to make efforts in long and exhausting search. Just simply consider the fact that some births are the result of sexual acts and skinny without poetry, sometimes violent. Think of the children of rape, the children of a "love" bought on the sidewalk of a street sad, dirty and degraded. Those are the children of a desire, often not shared, which has nothing to do with love and everything, in truth, the tension in the two that you simply view (perverse) of the electric discharge which is the soul of desire. Download if not unloaded (and let the banal pun) electrocute the One with no escape.

"The desire is incorrect - suggests Galimberti - The desire not know what they want. This is because the desire, unlike love, which wants construction and stability, is a movement towards a point of loss. It does not produce another parallel language, self or alternative to love [...] rather than in the speech is what makes the problem [...]. Ignoring the mutual exchange always underlies every relationship of love, the desire to know only the theft and the gift. For this love that seeks security and stability tends to extinguish the desires as its negative deepest fears. "

And so we are at the same time, children and victims of desire and that is at the same time, our father and our executioner, loved and hated, agony and fear. Because the voltage at the two, that moves from desire, we try all my life to take that desire and to frame it within a discourse of love and that, for all his life, played to alter the grammar and syntax compromise.

What ensues is the absolute inability, for most human beings, to unite in a single speech without love and desire or even sacrificing an appendage of either. And usually the bitter conclusion is that love extinguished in the everyday and familiar and the desire for survival instinct, not embodied in love never, at least never completely.

The scenario is bleak. And it would be way down if it were not for that little detail that the two life-giving. If it were not for that little detail that the two, out of the perverse logic of love and desire, of that life probably, it becomes the ultimate goal.
Were it not that human beings tend to Two to avert his death.

And that is why I have deep admiration for the two.

"But you do not want to be a next time for someone?"
He said Erri De Luca the middle-class girl in a white shirt and blue skirt in front of the mimeograph revolution.
And in asking that question the girl unravels the skein of life's meaning, its beginning and its evolution towards a goal. And, last but not least, exorcised in the death of the generational continuity that only two guarantees.

And now, although I have thought for about two hours and realized that this is the perfect number, the question remains of the girl for me forever unanswered.

Because if it is given the perfection of Two is not transitively on its accessibility to all.

And I'm still looking for the gateway.

And you?

You do not want to be a next time for someone?

Silvia

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