In this text, Freud recalls a story that dates back to the years of the First World War, while on a countryside walk with some friends, one poet. This young poet then, stopped to admire the scenery, longing somehow what would remain of that beauty falling winter, and reflecting on the fate of the same: that beauty would disappear. All this beauty that could exist in the landscape, was overshadowed by the characteristic of the transient.
Freud writes in this essay that this feeling may arise two moods: misanthropy or rebellion. Is, or pessimistic attitude of the poet, or rebel against the inadmissibility of the disappearance of things.
The truth is that Freud discusses this poet position because Freud not believe something to be transient, lose their beauty, their courage, their symbolism. Moreover, says the opposite: that the transient has the less time value remains.
Thus, Freud tested that possibility enjoyment restriction is precisely what makes the scenery even more enchanting. It refuses to understand how the transience of that landscape, blurring the pleasure of observing. That spring returns the following year in an eternal return.
Now Freud says that as regards the human being, how beautiful it can be our body, our face, that we see it disappear in the same life cycle, but just that soon adds another attraction.
What Freud trying to say here is that if you ever disappear most beautiful art forms in the world, and all living things on the planet disappears, the value of all that beauty alone would be determined by the significance that it would have for each. And that does not depend on length of eternal time.
Freud, in this discussion and debate with friends, felt that what he said was not rebuttable, but judging by the null that had its reflection in the other two, he concluded that there was in them, something on the order of the affective , which prevented them from assessing the "enjoyment of beauty."
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