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Unveiling the Philosophy Behind a Smile
Unveiling the Deeper Meaning Behind a Smile: Philosophical Reflections
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“Oh, how pleasant it is to rest the mind with the help of the heart, isn’t it? and then, after the madness, to smile” — Alexandre Dumas
After you’ve realized that people can’t offer you anything and you still keep meeting them, it’s like you’ve done away with any superstition, but you still believe in ghosts.
God, to compel the lonely to cowardice, created the SMILE, anemic and airy for virgins, concrete and immediate for lost women, touching for the elderly, and irresistible for the dying.
Besides, nothing proves that people are mortal like a smile, an expression of the heartbreaking equivocation of time.
How many times we smile, isn’t it like a last meeting, and isn’t the smile the aromatic testament of the individual?
The trembling light of the face and lips, and the solemn moisture of the eyes transform life into a port, where ships leave the open sea without destination, transporting not people, but separations.
And what is life, if not the place of separations?
Every time a smile inspires me, I walk away with an irreparable burden, because nothing reveals more horrifyingly the ruin that awaits man than this apparent symbol of happiness and which expresses more cruelly to a desolate heart the yearning for the ephemerality of life, than the classic howl of the end.
— And every time someone smiles at me, I decipher on the luminous forehead the heartbreaking call: “Come closer, you see too well that I am mortal too!” — Or when my eyes were darkened by my night, the voice of the smile fluttered beside me implacable greedy ears: “Look at me, it’s for the last time!”
…And that’s why the smile stops you from the last loneliness, and no matter how much you are no longer interested in your breathing and rotting colleagues, you turn to them to sip their secret, to drown in it and them not to know, let him not know how heavy the weather is, how great it carries and how many shipwrecks the unconscious and incurable stirring of their smile does not invite us to, to what temptations of disappearance they subject you, opening their souls to you and you lifting up — with eagerness and sorrow — the slab of the smile!
How does the notion of separations and the ephemerality of life resonate with you, particularly in the context of deciphering the hidden emotions behind a smile and the burden it may carry?
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