The spirit says 'no'
The spirit, the big antagonistic, says 'no'. A 'protestant' in the middle of the reign of homo animalis. Man becomes man only through this act of protestation. The spirit of man says 'no'. Can it say that by itself? Can it say it without the Spirit?

All is given in this 'no'. All remains to be conquered and to be spread out. Gradually. Dialectically. If the 'same' never says 'no' to itself, something 'other' will never be. If he refuses to open itself to the other, to face it, to cross it, it will remain for ever nothing than itself. Enclosed in itself. Trapped. There must be faults and rifts to save it from itself. It needs gaping to open it into other possibilities. Its vulnerability gives it the chance of otherness.
The spirit says 'no' and stands back. There is no understanding without refusal. It is the spirit which puts every thing into the distance where it creates a new text, a new world.

Just consider how many ruptures are needed so that, for example, intelligibility can emerge in the middle of the sensitive realm, through feeling, perception, images, symbols, concepts, ideas. Ruptures of what is given sensitively in the feeling and the emotion, to become understandable through perception, language, judgment, reasoning. Ruptures of what is first given in a confused manner to become clear and distinguished. Rupture from subjectivity to objectivity. Rupture from contingency to universability. And a lot more.

The spirit asserts itself as autonomous in the middle of the heteronomous natural reality. This assertion is at the same time dissension, protest, refusal. For example, staying to truth for nothing else than the truth, even if that hurts me, even if this is disavantageous for me, even if I have to think against the whole world! Thinking is a revolutionary act.
From now on two worlds meet and are placed side by side. A world such as it is in its simple being-there. An other one, of another kind. A world with other values. A world with other reasons. A world with other objectives. A world of infinite openess.
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