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La Milanesiana : On the Four Elements

By Paulo Coelho

When I was invited to participate in La Milanesiana by Elisabeta Sgarbi, she gave me an assignment: to write on the four elements.

The idea was very appealing to me, specially since this “assignment” would give me the opportunity to re-read some of the books of my youth, but I decided, even before opening my books on Alchemy or turning myself to the writings of pre-Socratic thinkers, to go to one of the most used sources of knowledge available in the world: Wikipedia.

I wanted to see how most people that seek this type of information would find it.

It was all extremely simple: I typed “fire”, “water”, “air” and “earth” and started to read the definitions given. All was predictable (except for “air” - I found out, even before I reached the element of air - that there was this extremely known French band of the same name). Basically Wikipedia would give me the atomic composition of these elements, described earth as the planet we inhabited, revealed the current problems of pollution of the oceans and of the atmosphere, and that was that.

Not one line, not even a mere link, talking about the very roots of these elements, about the traditions and symbols they represent. Of course, I was expecting the scientific and more pragmatic vision on the elements but not to find anything on what they represent really surprised me.

Why this lack of interest on the part of the editors on dedicating some lines on the symbolic significance of the elements?

It felt almost as disdain - as if the symbolic meaning was unimportant, a simple curiosity, ultimately a waste of time.

In a way it’s not news: the encyclopedic pursue is based on discrimination and things have to be kept separate, in their defined boxes and the modern scientific discourse is the ultimate source of truth. The pragmatic, empirical, scientific discourse is considered, in our society as the neutral one - the objective one.

Maybe that’s why a theme such as the Four Elements is so removed from today’s considerations.

The world nowadays is practical - we want to know, at a glimpse, what a word means, its function and it’s eventual utility.

And yet, when one dives into the meanings of the four elements, one goes back to a world based on analogies, on echoes between realities. As Baudelaire would call it: a world of correspondences.

A drop of sand is not only a chemical compound but a small door to the very essence of the cosmic laws that reign over our psyche.

The very notion of “utility” in this mindset is different.

Indeed - what is the utility thinkers had, centuries before Christ, in trying to understand oneness and multiplicity? the mystery of life? the will of the gods?

To understand the four elements, one needs to make a real effort and go back to a world where gods reigned sovereign upon men, to a world where curiosity and questionings were intimately linked to the supernatural, to what laid beyond the surface of things. To a world where transcendence was considered more “real” than the immanent.

Now, imagine yourself going back to small cities, near harbors, where men would go about their lives and were priests would draw in the sand a circle and look to the skies.

By the flight of the birds, the direction of the winds, wars would be decided, business would be done or not with the other cities - basically the fate of the whole city would be determined.

Superstition you would say. Probably. Certainly even.

But men abide to that - would you say that this is because they were ignorant? or maybe because they perceived the world through different lenses?

Why would they believe in certain superstitions?

To reduce it to fear would be inaccurate - ancient Greece was an unstable place, were constant wars between the different city-states would happen.

To say they were irrational would also be inaccurate - in ancient Greece (as well as in other ancient cultures or, as we too hastily say “primitive cultures”) rules were meticulous, men were extremely rational in building their political systems, their trades, and their wars.

No - the answer lies elsewhere.

Serious men, with a real sense of responsibility and with all the components of those that seek power (determination, vision and creativity) believed in these rituals (and also in the famous oracles) because nature was perceived as one and one was divine.

The elements were perceived as having correspondences with the seasons; the seasons were intimately linked to deities and would reign the conduct of mortals.

Would things stop there? No.

Pre-socratic thinkers such as Heraclitus and Empedocles would constantly question and verse themselves in the concept of change.

What does this tell us? Those men felt the need to look at the world and seek teachings. In a way - what modern scientists do today.

But with this difference: knowledge was about perceiving continuity between ourselves and what lay outside of ourselves. Without this necessity of making it “useful” for a practical purpose. The aim was another - it was to attain wisdom.

Knowledge was thus not the dissection of reality but rather it’s profound understanding - in the form of intuition and not only rationality.

Let’s take the case of Empedocles, a fascinating Magus, that in the western tradition is considered to be the father of the “four roots” - he wouldn’t call “air”, “water”, “earth” and “fire” “elements” (that came later on with Plato).
According to this thinker change was the result of two forces constantly combining themselves through the elements: Love and Strife.
Through love, the roots would combine themselves in a myriad of ways and through strife they would depart from each other.
Humans would be then the result of these two forces: life would generate through love - elements would fuse - and a baby would be born - dissociating himself from his mother.
Individuation - necessary for life - would be the result of necessary strife - but inside of each of us a flame would lie waiting to be rekindled from the outside, yearning for fusion, for love.
The elements in this way would be always interacting between themselves and constituting reality – but a reality that would also encompass things that are not visible such as the soul.

Empedocles saw creation as this constant canvas in which the elements, such as colors would be mixed up, tainted one by the other and constitute not only the diversity of nature, but also the wonderful maze of life.

Empedocles considered himself as a God and set out to relieve the suffering of his fellow men. His knowledge, wisdom of the elements was so astounding that he was famously known as the “wind stopper” - being able to stop the winds that were bringing the plague to a city. Many myths surround his death – some say he was retrieved from this earth, others say he threw himself inside the volcano Etna.
In sum – this man, throughout his life, as well as upon his death – is a myth.
Would this chock you? Would you have the need to “know” if this is true or not? Or you can indulge into thinking that there’s maybe more truth into this fabulous story than in any other account?

What does this man, this life, this symbol – bring to you?
As the elements:
- Fire bringing motion
- Air bringing ascension
- Earth bringing the notion of centrality
- Water bringing fluidity

The story of this magus brings something that is empirically unverifiable but necessary: fuel for the imagination. And bizarrely enough – a deep, grounded sense of truth and reality.

There’s a French thinker called Bachelard that wrote beautiful books about the four elements.
This thinker – that was first and foremost a biologist and scientist – came with these books on the poetry of the elements.
He would call the elements the “hormones of imagination”.

Today, having to speak about the elements I see myself as having a great deal of responsibility towards you:
Because I’m not here to prove anything.
Because i’m not here to bring you the ultimate truth.
But because in these stories I’m trying to make you realize how truly “useful” and “necessary” a world of imagination is to our souls.

Thank you

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Traveling in Cyberspace: I have learned

By Paulo Coelho

This text, which I found on the Internet, is I think worth reproducing here:

I have learned (author unknown)

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them;
I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back;
I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.
I’ve learned that it’s not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts;
I’ve learned that you can get by on charm, for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something;
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to the best others can do.
I’ve learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.
I’ve learned that it’s taking me a long time to become the person that I want to be.
I’ve learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may b the last time you see them.
I’ve learned that you can keep going long after you can’t.
I’ve learned that we are responsible for all we do, no matter how we feel.
I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I’ve learned that no matter how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take it’s place.
I’ve learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.
I’ve learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.
I’ve learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.
I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re downhill are the ones to help you get back up.
I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I’ve learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.
I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean that they don’t love you with all they have.
I’ve learned that maturity had more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I’ve learned that your family won’t always be there for you. It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Families aren’t biological.
I’ve learned that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.
I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to forgive yourself.
I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I’ve learned that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.
I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.
I’ve learned that you shouldn’t be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.
I’ve learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.
I’ve learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will get hurt in the process.
I’ve learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.
I’ve learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.
I’ve learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I’ve learned that the people you care about the most in life are taken from you too soon.
I’ve learned that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings and standing up for what you believe.

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It happened before…

By Paulo Coelho

When I put a wonderful Simon & Garfunkel song in my page, and the “artist” deleted it. Karoline found Mrs. Robinson and I waited for some days to see if “the artist” deletes the song. “The artist” did not delete. So I am putting it here - together with the lyrics. The difference between Karoline’s blog and mine is that it seems that “the artist” goes for me (no, I am not paranoiac) because of the hits the song gets. Let’s see if one of the classics of the 70’s will last at least seven days.

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)
We’d like to know a little bit about you for our files
We’d like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It’s a little secret, just the Robinsons’ affair
Most of all, you’ve got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey)

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you’ve got to choose
Ev’ry way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What’s that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin’ Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey…hey, hey, hey

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My unfulfilled desires

By Paulo Coelho

One of the favorite questions of the journalists : ” now that you got everything you wanted, do you still have dreams?”

First, I didn’t get everything I wanted, although I got the most important things in life (love, fulfilling my personal legend, faith). Writing is a constant challenge, where you have to dig into your soul, having discipline, inspiration, and courage at the same time.

Second, like everybody else, I have my list of things that I want to do, and are still waiting. I don’t make “New Year’s” resolutions, but there are several unfulfilled tasks. I have enough time (contrary to the legend that famous people are always busy – they are not), I can afford, but I postpone.

Here is my list of things that I would love to do, and I never did. Would you please also share yours?

A]to learn how to dance well (from a 1 to 10 scale, I would say I am 2)

B] to learn how to play guitar ( from the same scale, I am definitely 1)

C] spend three months in a monastery, totally isolated from the world ( I already talked to the abbot three years ago, but I am always postponing)

D] a safari in Africa (politically incorrect, of course)

E] to sponsor a good boxer (I know it sounds politically incorrect, as the previous item, but boxing for me is the ultimate body dialogue)

F] to learn boxing myself

G] being in orbit circling the planet (the Russians are making a business out of it, but I never actually sought the information out)

H] to have dinner with Nelson Mandela (this one I tried, but I did not manage so far)

I] to fly a Mirage (as a passenger, of course)

While writing this list, I realized that I did most of the things I wanted (the most recent being a 9.280 kms train journey from Moscow to Vladivostok, in 2006). And probably I also have some other itens that are so hidden in my heart that I don’t even know. But just in case that I remember some more, I will update this list.

So, what are your “New Year” resolutions that you never ever managed to fulfill?

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The little daily hell

By Paulo Coelho

Thanks God, I have a lot of blessings in my life. Health, friends, a woman that I love, and a work that fulfills me. I am not saying that I am in Heaven, but at least I am not in Hell.

Hell, according to many religions, is an afterlife suffering where the wicked or unrighteous souls are punished. Within Islam and Christianity, Hell is traditionally depicted as fiery and painful. Some other traditions, however, portray Hell as cold and gloomy. Existence after life is not concrete in Judaism and may be portrayed as a state of neutrality, an eternal nothingness (”sheol”, often mis-translated as hell), simply non-life. For more details in several versions on different hells, please refer to my book “The devil and Miss Prym”.

Three days ago, for the sake of a mind game, some friends and I started to write down a list of things that would certainly make up our personal hell. Our intention was just look to our daily life and recognize what drive each one of us crazy.

Here is my list:
- Not having Internet access
- Not drinking coffee throughout the day
- Seeing all my computer files out of order (and having ANY problems with computers)
- Being forced to wear really colourful clothes from fashion designers
- Being obliged to wake up early and going to sleep early
- Having to attend endless lunches (dinners are OK for me)
- Not being able to take a nap in the afternoon
- Being forbidden to play pinball every now and then
- Being forbidden to do archery
- Waiting in queues
- Having to go to discotheques and talking loudly with friends that can’t hear me because of the noise
- When in the countryside, not walking every morning in the forests.

We all know that the blessings stated in the first paragraph ( health, faith, friends, love, personal legend) are by far the real values of life. But if you have to make a list of insignificant things that take you away from your daily Heaven, what would they be?

Please, this is just a game! But if you wish to participate you are welcome.

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My Easter song

By Paulo Coelho

I know, probably I should post here something more conventional, religious, etc. But the fantastic poem by T.S. Eliot is my choice to believe that there is always light at the end. I don’t know why, but sometimes I think about Magdalen singing alone, waiting for the return of her Beloved One.

According to Sonja’s blog, the story of Memory begins with the idea for Cats, back in 1977. In that year Andrew Lloyd Webber picked up a copy of T.S Eliot’s book of poems — poems
that his mother had read to him as a child.

Lloyd Webber’s usual way of working was first to create a melody and then add
lyrics. But he was curious if he could work the process the other way around. He
wanted to compose melodies for the words of these Eliot poems that he loved
and turn them into song.

T.S Eliot’s widow, Valerie, gave Trevor Nunn and Cameron Mackintosh (director
and producer for the project) some manuscripts of extra materials her husband
had written. These were poems and fragments that hadn’t been included in the
original book. The main inspiration for Cats came with the discovery of one particular poem fragment called “Grizabella the Glamour Cat”. There were only eight lines, but
that was enough inspiration for the team to create the show’s entire storyline.

Trevor Nunn then produced a lyric, based on T.S Eliot’s poem “Rhapsody on a Windy Night” and the song Memory, sung by Grizabella the Glamour Cat, came to life — just barely in time for opening night.

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every street lamp seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
Soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and
I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale court smell of morning
A street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me,
It is so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you’ll touch me,
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun

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