It was a masterly piece of work. But once you began admitting explanations in terms of purpose - well, you didn't know what the result might be. It was the sort of idea that might easily decondition the more unsettled minds among the higher castes - make them lose their faith in happiness as the Sovereign God and take to believing, instead, that the goal was somewhere beyond, somewhere outside the present human sphere; that the purpose of life was not the maintenance of well being, but some intensification and refining consciousness, some enlargement of knowledge. Which was, the Controller reflected, quite possibly true. But not, in the present circumstances, admissible. He picked up his pen again and, under the words 'Not to be published' drew a second line, thicker and blacker than the first; then sighed. "What fun it would be," he thought, "if one didn't have to think about happiness!".
De la novela A Brave New World, de Aldous Huxley.
A veces se trata de elegir entre intentar ser todo lo que podés ser, por un lado, y disfrutar de la corta vida a cada momento, sin buscar ser nada más que lo que ya sos. No obstante, este párrafo creo que trae a colación algo diferente: la idea podría ser, en mi opinión, que volcarte por una de las dos opciones va a hacer que choques eternamente contra la parte de vos que quiere la alternativa. ¿Y qué hacemos después?
Ya veremos...
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