Faithfulness and Miracles

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 2010

10. 14.1906, Hannah Arendt

To remember my second miracle in conscious life lovingly and to honor it moves me right now: my teacher Hermann Schwarz.

He was looking for the important thing with his students and his students and is loyal to him. He will be 91 years old next week. In silence and poetry, he opened and opens sources. The following lines from Hannah Arendt's thought diary are dedicated to him. Hannah Arendt, Denktagebuch, p. 38 Fidelity: >>true<<: true and faithful. As if that which one cannot be faithful to had never been true either. Hence the great crime of infidelity, if it is not, as it were, innocent infidelity; one murders what has been true, removes again what one has brought into the world, real destruction, because we are the master of our past in fidelity and only in it: its existence depends on us. Just as it depends on us whether there is truth in the world or not. If it were not for the possibility of truth and of being true, faithful stubbornness would be; if there were no fidelity, then the truth would be without existence, completely and completely devoid of essence. It is precisely because of this connection between fidelity and truth that it is necessary to eliminate all stubbornness, self-hardening, from the concept of fidelity. The perversion of fidelity is jealousy. Their contrast is not infidelity in the ordinary mind – this is rather predetermined in the further of life and liveliness - but only forgetting. The only real sin, because it erases truth, the truth that has been. The kind of fidelity, the opposite of which is infidelity, is the perversion that tries to eliminate liveliness from the world. Petrification; their consequence is jealousy, namely simply anger that life continues elsewhere and with someone else. Hannah Arendt ties in with the first miracle in me, which was female, teacher. Ilse Blumendorf, gorgeous something - we did not yet suspect anything about the Sphinx woman: mother, lover, sister, comrade, guide - all indistinguishably merged at that time in a warm adult person, an enigmatic voice, and sparkling dark shining eyes: spirited teacher for twelve-year-old boys. Lured the pubescent elementary school student to the library and to the gates of science. To commemorate this miracle teacher today, the beautiful quote by Hannah Arend gave me a 

clear reason on the 21st day of the month of fidelity. 

Saved: 12.11.2010, UTC 18:10, posted:UTC 18:27. (Translated by yandex)