“Horror Fati” e o pesadelo de possuir um corpo
English version: The exile we inhabit since our birth—an asymmetrical, contingent, unconsented birth—is composed mostly of flesh molded into transitory forms, organized by an architecture we did not choose and whose workings we barely understand. We are thrown into this organic arrangement like someone waking up already inside a machine in operation, forced to remain active under penalty of decomposition. For many, this mechanism may seem beautiful: an autonomous, intricate system, capable of admirable self-regulation, or perhaps the work of a divine architect who would have calculated every detail, or the result of "benevolent" evolutionary chance, celebrated as proof of the perfection of nature. Rhythmic breathing, a heart beating without conscious command, silent healing—almost everything seems to bear witness to an underlying harmony, a kind of biological wisdom that sustains us. But this impression depends on distance and abstraction. It is enough that we avert our gaz...