'The determinations of the opposition are the universal determinations of the concept, for the splitting into two is the affair of the concept the filling of them, however, is the idea. By virtue of this self-determining, universal life is particularized it has thus split itself into the two extremes of the judgment which immediately becomes syllogism'. Because of this immediacy, the first internal negative reference of the idea is the self-determination of itself as concept – an implicit positing which is explicit only as a turning back into itself this is the creative presupposing. The idea of life in its immediacy is as yet only the creative universal soul. The infinite reference of the concept to itself is as negativity a self-determining, the diremption of itself within itself as subjective singularity and itself as indifferent universality. 'The concept of life or universal life is the immediate idea, the concept that has an objectivity corresponding to it but the objectivity corresponds to it only to the extent that the concept is the negative unity of this externality, that is to say, posits it as corresponding to it. It's a beautiful Saturday in Buenos Aires, time for me to rewind as you say Prof. Longest way round is the shortest way home." "Think you're escaping and run into yourself. I should quote James Joyce to explain it much better with his voice in Ulysses: Paralysis as spiritual liberation, a different epiphanic decision. Escaping or returning home, our inner self, our conscience? Anyway, I believe she liberated a space in her mind for other possibilities, ideas which also relate to exile and estrangement or the realization of a dignified existence or, why not, autonomous initiatives which are always of priceless value. Thoughts and deep feelings which drive me to Joyce's circular and at the same time deconstructed themes on being paralyzed as a spiritual liberation or, a real liberation which might have been for Eveline, whom I have met after your post, if she had decided going with Frank. Those thoughts bring me back to Ibsen's Nora who felt trapped in a golden cage till her final and drastic decision to leave her home. Quite often I also think that my work has taken too much out of me, though I love what I do.
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