Encubierto

Oddly enough, I listened to something which I think answers why I'm studying history: 'Los historiadores somos filósofos encubiertos'. Estábamos en clases con Ale Araya, and when she said that, I saw it clearly. Because I'm too scared to do philosophy it's that I'm studying history. Afterwards, we talked about the whole history of mentalities thing, which I believe made her a bit happy because no one really seemed too interested about it, or (as it were) no one ever participates too much. At first I thought that was because of shyness, but it in the end it always comes down to a few talking and doing the whole discussion. That aside, today was definitely productive.

What makes me glad is that I think I'm finding where to go afterwards, how to set myself in this huge thing. That there's someone who can speak in a similar code, who's keen on the same subjects and that's also a teacher. Call it belonging, but I don't quite think it's that because it's not that all of the sudden the institution feels as the place of my life and all that. Maybe a bit of hope, that might be it. Some expectation, as it has been the tone of the past weeks.

From a part, from a particular discipline there's the chance to account for what we are made of. Not wholely, but accounting for nonetheless. It's the human being, always. Humans and history, humans and power, humans and the body, humans and the others, humans and humanity, humans and language, humans and thought. All the anthropocentrism appears a tad pathetic, yes, but it's inevitable. Commonplaces, topoi. The Eternal Return mirrored in every possible continuous present, unfolding and breaking events in the infinite chain which goes both ways.