The Moral Dimension Of Leadership

Find the half-spirit that complements you in the turbulent landscape of events, through the experience of “there is nothing and yet there is” that educates you and makes you human.

Goldstone (2016). Why did I review this movie? Not for the action, not for the simplicity of the editing, not for some well-defined retorts, not for the story of a poor little town at the end of the world. Not for the appearance of an Indian who leaves behind his courageous, adventurous spirit, full of holy spirit, having some of the fine but cold expression of the desert wind. But, for the peaceful end, slipped between the intertwined meanders of the meanings of life projected into the fascinating backdrop of the massive rocks, full of history, rituals and superstitions.

The spectator’s eyes tire looking through the desert for a supporting point beyond the vicious spectacle of bizarre events. But to be able to say that you yourself live in the last five minutes of the film, on that quiet musical background that inspires a great deal of peace, the hero’s own soul-state caught between the new world and its old roots, so that you can rest in silence, in the echo of warrior, glorious, and finally free spirits, you must first survive the decisive truths of life. If you do this, then you will understand everything. And you will live in peace with yourself.

It is not a happy or unhappy ending, but it is the symbol of a mystical call to earth. Highlight that piece of you that complements you, just as the intersection of colors helps you better understand the art of the landscape modeled by an artist.

To be the most powerful link that links the mysterious depths of human destinies, fragile in the face of transient things, to the fulfillment of an incomprehensible calling. To remain with the pure conscience, full of gratitude to those who devoutly serve the road full of life’s meanings, as a drop from the universe, an initiatory road by stages of age and spiritual ascension, with a call to return to the origins.

Here’s what it means to be honest with yourself in the echo of a world that never disappears in the ages to come…

Does your spiritual and identity construction open in the face of a sublime, purifying being that confirms the true character of “Who I am” in the midst of a present that denies its past?

How disturbing are sometimes the wandering truths of living one’s life through the soul of an Indian, beyond any constraints, beyond any intimidation, defying any authority other than God. It is the only spirit that endures through the ages. All the others follow the material content of the wealth, with their eyes on hidden interests, more like a curse, as a prisoner, without looking back at what was lost in themselves.

That's the idea of the movie. Respect for the one who wrote the script.

Hold any wrongdoing in the beating of bullets whistling silently beside your ears. It's a tragic fact, not a consolation. You think you escaped, but the memory remains, pierced by deep and restrained feelings, like a wound that hurts enormously, even if it does not bleed. And even when you think you have moved away from the beating of consumed facts, a red flame still burns in you, calls you back to the lessons of life, cries with all its might for you to repair your mistake of living as an insignificant passerby in this world.

Instinctively, liberatingly, with moral force, some return to what really matters. Others continue to flee from themselves.

We will never go beyond the path of discovering “Who am I?” if we fail to see inside the things we experience with dignity, which we receive from the heights of ancient beliefs and patterns of thinking, and from the perspective of the facts that they we will regret when we’re old.

The good man recognizes in time the opportunity to become aware of his own nature, finding the true meaning of life in recovering the wasted lives in the candles of the defeated, not necessarily in the knowledge that results from the transition from “now” to “then”.

Does your nature mirror the face of the eternal present in an experience of the essences that take away things from the condition of being humiliated through wear and tear and pragmatically consumed in the slow rhythm of non-sensory facts?

I saw a very smart, intelligent woman, with that glamor spark, uttering carefully chosen words, which under the image of “embodied kindness” make their way to lawlessness. No remorse, no worries, no fear. She does not realize that this is how she torments her soul, growing older, increasingly bleeding from the cruelty that exists within her. Such toxic blood warms only for a moment’s pleasure. Her cold nature can be felt from the very first conversation. The past has swallowed her up too, but in the coordinates of living without moral standards.

Was her true motivation really a desire to get rich, at any cost, by any means? Maybe, in the end, she wanted that great love of stories, but a love chosen wrong, because it had to be maintained, comforted. And in the end, her great love leaves with her money, but without her. A dashed line manifested by sweetness and cunning, continued snaking in the depths of tragedy.

People in this tragedy always make a habit of giving an apple pie to those who have to keep their mouths shut…

Then I met an old Indian of color, using as an opportunity to discharge his old feelings in the midst of a world that no longer believes in ideals, human rights, God. His words are simple, pleasant to hear, but endured by the changes that are required to be implemented. The only thing that will take him out of the fundamental anguish, from that feeling of abandonment in the face of inevitable change, is death. He arrived next to his ancestors faster than he should have.

In his kindness, he probably had no regrets about it.

Do you think there is a non-separability between the reality of “eternal return” and the things that have lost their value, considering that the world is a coherent entity in which each side is connected to all the others?

I understood why people accept their end by seeking to see, or without being seen, a reality of “eternal return.” Because I look at the truth of things from the point of view of a past that transmits nothing to the epochs after it. As if you were giving a book full of truth to a blind man who wants to see with all his heart, but does not see.

Therefore, any pain is due to the effort to recreate a lost, hard to see world, the effort to see the truth and the beautiful in some things that have lost their value, balance, meaning, consistency or form, without having the capacity to rationalize them, differentiate them when you encounter them at random.

I was left thinking about a scene without any décor, except for a bed and a chair. Someone said that many dogs wander through that barren desert, I didn’t see any. A howl was rotating at one point in the sky. Only a wedge caught in the sprinklers on the windshield of an old jeep reminds us of it, close to the end…

Two cops. A cowboy and an Indian. A little vain in their simplicity, a little too firm in their sincerity, they are only one step away from rivalry, so that at the end of the film they form a redoubtable team, an unbeatable duo in the face of corruption. The first is waiting for the rising of a hot sun, the other is waiting for the rising of a dead soul sometime. In their hearts the flame of the vigilant faith still flickers. The harsh reality has not yet destroyed what they have best in them, more beautiful, cleaner, more liberating. Probably, the magic of the eternal present is verified by shining in them through the motive force of a secret thought: “The struggle establishes existence”.

I would say that the heroes of this movie are discovered by the force of a bell that rings three times, then stops. It is enough for any of them to take a small step toward death, for the entire chain of spiritual states to unfold nella coscienza as a gong that divides the worlds, restricts them to a moral mission, just as love is restricted to spiritual forces.

Each of them reveals a truth that he was not aware that he assumes in the landscape of events: “Every river hits rocks with full force. And even if it continues to run farther, duller or more alert, no one can hear it screaming in pain.”

Leadership based on teaching and morals highlights the idea of ​​a spatial horizon that is very special to our Ego and beyond us, in a present that does not forget its past, but is condemned to repeat it and endure it as an indispensable purity for exchange from soul to soul.

The Moral Dimension Of Leadership is centered on a “normative rationality” on the basis of which we find what we consider to be good in fulfilling a desire that is related by the energy field of “space-time” to itself: its pure inner event.