Giorgio Agamben ha sostenuto che “ci sono due tipi di memoria: una è l’immemorabile, o ciò che non può o non ha potuto essere memorizzato; l’altra è una memoria archivistica, che può essere registrata e mantenuta. Agamben sostenne che il memoriale di Berlino fosse entrambe; il campo di pilastri l’immemorabile e le camere sotterranee l’archivistica.”
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Monika says:
Feb 29, 2016
.. The truth will set you (US) free Free of the clutches of the Roman DOGma that has held our minds and hetras captive for so very long. The Joy of FreedomWhen I became convinced that the Universe is natural — thatall the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain,into my soul, into every drop of my blood, the sense, the feeling,the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell, thedungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts, and bars, andmanacles became dust. I was no longer a servant, a serf or a slave.There was for me no master in all the wide world — not even ininfinite space. I was free — free to think, to express my thoughts— free to live to my own ideal — free to live for myself andthose I loved — free to use all my faculties, all my senses —free to spread imagination’s wings — free to investigate, to guessand dream and hope — free to judge and determine for myself —free to reject all ignorant and cruel creeds, all the inspired books that savages have produced, and all the barbarous legends ofthe past — free from popes and priests — free from all the called and set apart — free from sanctified mistakes and holylies — free from the fear of eternal pain — free from the wingedmonsters of the night — free from devils, ghosts and gods. For thefirst time I was free. There were no prohibited places in all therealms of thought — no air, no space, where fancy could not spreadher painted wings — no chains for my limbs — no lashes for myback — no fires for my flesh — no master’s frown or threat — nofollowing another’s steps — no need to bow, or cringe, or crawl,or utter lying words. I was free. I stood erect and fearlessly,joyously, faced all worlds.And then my heart was filled with gratitude, withthankfulness, and went out in love to all the heroes, the thinkerswho gave their lives for the liberty of hand and brain — for thefreedom of labor and thought — to those who fell on the fiercefields of war, to those who died in dungeons bound with chains —to those who proudly mounted scaffold’s stairs — to those whosebones were crushed, whose flesh was scarred and torn — to those byfire consumed — to all the wise, the good, the brave of everyland, whose thoughts and deeds have given freedom to the sons and daughters ofmen and women. And then I vowed to grasp the torch that they had held, andhold it high, that light might conquer darkness still. by Robert IngersollYou can read more from him on SecularWeb.com in the historical library.