is not for nothing that Plato constructed an ideal way in which Truth, Good and Beauty comprised a mysterious Trinity, became, in fact, more different perspectives of the same desire in distinct parts of the same entity. This optimism moral, epistemological and aesthetic imagine our world is the key to an imperfect reality, but must all stimulus capabilities which is the projection, the deployment of a maximum equilibrium postulated in the beautiful splendor being is wisdom and duty, conformity of thought and existence, respect for nature as it depends on the will.
But a Greek wisdom can not imagine any other way than as a vision. The witness is one who has ever seen. Learn the language of the Greeks is said as a past tense that expresses a result of the act of seeing. And the view can not find a greater sense of wholeness, of all, that when plunged his scalpel on the image beautiful, balanced, harmonious, precise and clear. Knowing is seeing, but it is a look that note the fit of what is seen as darkly be guessed or tried. And the match between desire and its fulfillment can only be explained if consciousness is before a memory, an image mysteriously foggy print and forgotten. Knowledge is then recalled, to find the correspondence between how ambicionábamos and we lost and what we found to experience and recover the presence of knowledge.
only what can be known, and since we are outcasts in a world of faults, grace, ugliness and evil, we must understand that such things are not exactly the moral of the world, but sin work for ignorance, ugliness arises from the imbalance, ignorance clings to us as mutilation of the soul.
There is then a flight, to our own center, our intimate memory of the self, an escape from what surrounds us and degrading, impoverished and deprives us of how deeply we are. Light leak that seeks knowledge, virtue, things that are themselves beautiful. What is the homeland of the soul, then, if just can not do good but through the body, but with how we perceive the senses given in their maps of reality, but with reason to know made of language, which are but signs squeezed, dried, in the last analysis, matter around us.
In this flight we can run over with all that we skip the meeting, adopt a wisdom pilgrim, traveler, cumulative perpetual fencing in what the senses offer us, or take refuge in the disconnection of the perceptions, confident that our footprint intimate investigate the truth is the safest and true. Truth in movement of Aristotle. Contemplative stillness of the mystics. Paths are but the intricate maze of external events or by the direct and rugged path of meditation must lead ourselves, both closer to that trinity that governs us from outside and inside.
Wounded by the truth. Lacerated by the beauty. Galled by the duty. Knowledge we seek healing, healing of the beautiful, the resurrection of goodness. Where to find them. Plato is not, therefore, a wisdom that closes and dissolves the puzzles, but an incitement to the search. A knowledge spurring desire life with open eyes, the throbbing passion. Plato is an open project of existence, the beauty of the message it intends myths pale reflection of what it examines and searches fruitlessly true.
Truth. Well. Beauty. Who gives more.
Where 
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