Príncipe de la pasión, princesa de los paralelogramos
Seguimos atrapados por la vieja dualidad: aún defendemos que ser racional depende de mantener la cabeza fría y las pasiones embridadas, no en la colaboración de ambas
A cool head. If you become impassioned, they will say you are swept away by a turbulent current. Obscured. Turbulent. Up above, the brain remains serene, like a beacon amidst darkness. The heart, on the other hand, pumps out lyrics from boleros, romantic comedies, and other melodramas. It keeps us alive with its constant percussion, its tireless desire, its relentless fulfillment, with its quivering, rhythmic pulse, bum bum, but that is a minor detail.
Seriousness resides elsewhere, in the attic, where resides abstract, clean, and ethereal thoughts, where the blood does not enter or exit in volcanic spurts, that place we imagine as an impartial computer in charge of everything. We have divorced reason from emotion. "You like melodrama," "you're exaggerating," "you don't get worked up."
Thus, they invalidate the arguments of those who display their emotions. When we argue, we like to imagine that we are wonderfully rational, and others are not. In reality, we disguise our logical opinions to feel infallible.
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