Transient certainties. A sort of prologue, between Freud and Spinetta
I. For Freud, beauty finds value in the ephemeral:
“Transience value is scarcity value in time. [...] A flower that blossoms only for a single night does not seem to us on that account less lovely.”1
The same might be true of certainties: paradoxically, it is their transience that shields them from the arrogance of the definitive.
II. Spinetta put it like this, with no detours, as if it were obvious:
happy the day
happy the night
happy the sky
for always changing
while never moving2
— E.