The conflict of me (myself and I)
We gave a break in Natural Sciences today, soon we return to normal schedule, or not. I want to be brief with this thing.
In this introduction I would just like to say that, for the most rushed and inattentive, perhaps the conflict of me may be the conflict of yourself, or of ourselves. Also, be warned that the rest may contain paragraphs not linked.
In a room in the Orsay museum in Paris, people crowd and even promote a timid attempt to get a photo of a small portrait on the wall. Other people try to take selfies with the self-portrait made long ago by a person who lives his time without being famous and who between moments of sanity and madness created masterpieces.
Whoever it is, Theo, the brother, must be very proud. About Vincent I don’t know, he wanted his friends close to him. Better believe it to be so.
Vincent victim of his madness ...
A crazy guy who produced works that went far beyond the paintings, his works speak for themselves, are expressions of his vision, they are immortal.
Is it your best work that one which comes from society standards?
That society which repeats the lives patterns, in a prison with the prediction of values, able to welcome us in a pleasant way.
The madness of van Gogh freed him from this certainty embroidered with threads of gold.
At the core of your being, do you need to know who you really are, or is it just worth not thinking about it?
Cheers
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