Fresh from the bottom of the matter, rise up. Merger of the matter, birth of the spirit. It is a night of pale moonlight, a night toward the end of the 20th century, a night when the old world is ending and the new one is beginning. It is a night when one trembles to boldly lower the sacred cross against the heart, to aid in the passage to fatherhood.So, as a crucifix, that night i pick up hyperion, a novel by dan simmons. This is a masterful science fiction saga that celebrates the infinite legend of the french jesuit priest pierre teilhard de chardin, who was a 20th-century researcher, paleontologist, theologian and philosopher.And i read, pacified, until the reflections of the dawn, until the first golden rays of the east. I read the future of man, the celebration of transhumanism and the qualitative leap of humanity enhanced by machine. I have rarely loved a book this much, i have rarely loved a thinker this much. I read that night what a man thought he saw in the tombs of time. I am a lover of words in the service of materials when they come together to make poetry in the bottom of our bottles thus, a few years ago, i bring up the work of pierre teilhard de chardin to one of the last living vestiges of the triumphant 20th century, and i ask him:
Then teilhard de chardin, precursor of genius a look, a silence and for the answer four unexpected words, four words whispered by my father: ghost in the shell .This is the act of birth that makes the spirit of perfume. The ...
