You Are Beautiful And Smart, But You Leave Yourself To Fate

You cannot maximize the sensation of a fictional universe, in a representation of reality where the real show of life takes place behind the scenes.

- I came, said Samuel, to ask what news you have of his excellency, my friend Count von Eberbach. How goes it with love?

- Badly, replied Olympia.

- No, how can it be?

- That is how it is. In the first days he was very in love, very tender, very respectful and I would even add very charming. But after about 15 days in particular, he changed in an unrecognizable way. He is uneven, capricious, grumpy.

- Because you didn’t bother to earn him. Men are so stupid that grandeur and simplicity repel them instead of attracting them. Only vileness and cunning hold them back. There are countless means of domesticating them, and beauty or intelligence mean nothing if you don’t know how to use them. You are beautiful and smart, but you leave yourself to fate. It is foolish ! You are charming, you are wasted, you are kind, you are absurd. You indulged his whims instead of increasing his interest by resisting them. He asked you to dress in a certain way to remind him of a woman you look like. He also asked you to wear shawls of a certain color, to comb your hair in a certain way. And you fulfilled all his fantasies with a patience and gentleness totally lacking in skill, allow me to say. The obstacle is the main magnet of human desire, and even if it seems naive, we have to admit that what you have you no longer want.

- What could I tell you? said Olympia. Count von Eberbach is a selfish, demanding, even possessive man. It can be seen that he wants everything only for himself. He has the imperious desires of weakness and disease. He doesn’t offer you anything from his soul, but he still wants yours. What he loves, or what he once loved in me, is not me, it is my resemblance to another woman. She is dead, she is a missing person who took his life to the grave with her. Could I deny him the happiness of this sacred memory? I wasn’t jealous of the deceased: he loved her, I helped him love her. But now, I am afraid that he has not forgotten her, like so many others, and that the poor dead woman has not died for the second and last time. And I, for whom art has become my whole life, can I, for example, accept to give up theater and music forever, perhaps, as he asks of me? What he needs is neither a wife nor a mistress, but something like a daughter. Everything that resembles a will, a desire, a passion or a slightly bolder idea, tires him.

Are you able to maximize the feel of the fictional universe to achieve the certainty of a fact that reveals the emotions of deep, unshared suffering?

This glimpse into the heart of the secret universe of the rich, arrogant and possessive man, unsettles anyone to the point of exhaustion. It is about a common mental condition that manifests itself in the howl of a consciousness that does not come to terms with the current situation, constituting, as in any significant psychological process, a desperate compensation for inner fragility, a cry of life itself that feels threatened by the murderous dynamic of an unsatisfied need.

Here it is no longer about the “fictional” character of the hell that the individual goes through, so it is not about a nightmare from which you wake up without seeing where the action leads from a parallel reality, knowing that you are back on the ground and all is more real than a consuming spell into which many enter and very few exit. This also emphasizes the allusion he sends to the Orpheus-Euridice couple: “God, how hard it was to shake off my sleep, to free myself from the muddy spell. Next to strength was the gate of oblivion thrown in the form of a crunching dice of fate. I went in there without knowing, and that’s my fault.”

The individual’s inadaptation to the soul requirements of the one next to him triggered a crisis of consciousness that is no longer found in other periods of life, a consciousness that is not influenced by any kind of qualities, therefore often lacking moral stability. By this, leadership refers to a presence that can inspire the certainty of a relaxed climate, but not the certainty of a single fact, apparently. Finally, you cannot maximize the feeling of a fictional universe in a representation of reality where the real show of life takes place behind the scenes.

The psychology of the man defeated by the states of the soul is necessary to be aware of what happens if we take an extra step towards the stage of total dissolution of the main character, whose disappearance takes place through an exaltation of the unexpected immediacy and the imagination drained of powers.

In the deepest chemistry, the substance of man is given here by the revelation of a relentless law: “Everything that is mine, must be only to my liking”, which stipulates, generically, a clause of the type “take it or pay for it”, which implies the establishment of the real in a fiction whose springboard is the dream that you don’t get to enjoy. The mythical love will now be constituted in one of those phases of the dream that becomes figurative in a concrete world, and whose presence reveals a more acute consciousness of fatality, of the difficulties that must be overcome, but all without hope.

Invoked in this way in the modulations of a lamentation, through the procedure “have mercy on me”, the image of the strong man ends up being abolished in the destructive movement of the emotions of discomfort in maintaining relations with others, since his actions end with the evocation of a memories from which pain executes the heart. Absorbing in the matter of thoughts the entire substance of reality in which emotions are encased, plastered, transformed into the nothingness of the possibility of expression, man returns slowly, but surely, to the status of a helpless child who needs support.

So that, as can be seen by reading the novel by Alexandre Dumas, the man’s way of dramatizing his life before the tragic end, increasingly has the character of a delirious reverie on destiny, which is in the latent thoughts, as it is said: “to dream with open eyes”. Or maybe it is an attempt to reconstruct a psychoanalytic reverie about shame that then turns into a delirium of ruin? How can this keep the dreamer in a peaceful consciousness?

And here, the “love” element only enhances the feeling of a fictional universe to the maximum, the role of a relationship with someone becoming, obviously, a journey no less soothing, through the depthless surface of a world, silent and hidden.

The penetration into the depth of the leadership space is done through a confession of the feeling of pride towards the actions you undertake, these representing the certainty of a continuity in the spirit of opposition to the conformism of a life subject to easy codes and morals.

You Are Beautiful And Smart, But You Leave Yourself To Fate if you do not take into account the fact that everything you think about someone is attached to the nature of emotions and their intensity. When there is not enough patience in the expression of feelings, and if you cannot learn the true distinctions between things and their value, then you will not be able to approve what the sage S. Smiles says:

“Wisdom consists, above all, of that quality of the spirit, which enables the individual to have a fair, discreet and cordial attitude towards the circumstances of life. That is why cultured and experienced people are always patient, while others are petty and intolerant.”

* Notă: Dumas, Alexandre - The Hand of Providence, Editura Vestala, 1993, Bucureşti.