The pavilion represents three Cartesian axes that speak to the mental representation of space. A neutral point is the center from which the three dimensions are derived. Length, height, and depth, or x, y, and z, are the variables of living without an environment. Each dimension is an axis that, like the historical representation of reality, is a line. This line intersects and is the first step, but not the last. The pavilion showed me that architecture will never lose the corporeal nature of the human being, no matter how hard we try. No matter how far we distance ourselves from our reality, it will never be a prerequisite. Only as long as architecture allows us to miss the importance of our humanity can we question reason. If architecture were more understanding of our humanity, it would propel us toward understanding and comprehension of difference, instead of speaking of a discourse that reaffirms identity as a differential principle.
This is the normative world. Truth comes first in the world of reason. But truth is seeing the world logically. But nothing logical can show me why I prefer truth to falsehood. Preferring truth over falsehood is an ethical, not a logical, fact. In life, we sometimes prefer to tell lies over the truth, simply because ethics shows us the world in a different dialectic. We prefer good over evil. Lies can be good. The logical world is obsolete. Now we see good and evil as the same value.
But why do we prefer the good over the bad? Without confusing ethics with morality, we can respond that the ethical meaning of life is to live the right life; the happy life. The life that touches us in our history, our state of mind that determines the possibilities of understanding. Understanding focuses on happiness. But like logic, ethics is not based on an ethical principle. One prefers the good because it is beautiful. Ethics is founded on aesthetics. We prefer the beautiful over the good. The good has a personal interest. Whereas the beautiful is what pleases us without any ulterior motive. The ultimate goal of my question. Beauty astonishes us and shows us that what we have is not ours but that it uses us. Everything I write uses me to write, to the extent that only after searching did I realize I had to let myself be used. Use beauty. I am the instrument in which beauty exists. Now I approach the image as I approached the dream of flying. Like a child. It uses me to exist. Only now I don’t study it. Now life gives it to me without looking for it.
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