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Immanuel Kant

In the last days I read the American press, and I remembered an old, classic problem between the Humanities and the Natural Sciences, which I can formulate in the next fast question: are the Humanities useless for Natural Sciences? Leon Wieseltier says[1] (1) that the Humanities, in the technocratic world, without solid reasons have been accused of having a “nonutilitarian character”. With criticism he remarks, besides, “the essential inability of the natural sciences to offer a satisfactory explanation” of human concerns, such as Soul, God, World, Freedom, abortion, euthanasia, etc. He argues that “the character of our society cannot be determined by engineers”. He says that “no distinction between human and machine”, as a director of engineering at Google wants, is nonsense.

On Twitter there are hundreds of comedian memes, and seeing them constantly habituates the masses to the apodeictic, that is, to what is recognized in the distance (“apodeictic”, from Greek “apodeiktikos”, from “apo”, far, and “deik”, to show). On YouTube there are hundreds of bricolage instructors, and seeing them constantly accustom the masses not to conceiving (from Latin “complexus”, a scientific notion today), but to assembling (factory notion) concepts.

Retengamos en la memoria una afirmación que Lotario dijo a Anselmo en "El curioso impertinente", de Cervantes, y meditemos de achaques antropológicos. La afirmación dice: "Es de vidrio la mujer".

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Kant, en famoso soapuntamiento (1), quéjase de que los alemanes, al proferir la germánica palabra “Ästhetik” (lo captable sensorialmente), “estética” en español, signan con sinonimia también el término “Geschmacks” (lo agradable), “gusto” en español, que es ambiguo quehacer que estorba el escrutar científicamente la humana sensibilidad y el arte, vía hacia lo bello.

Ni el pensador más disciplinado, avezado en científicos métodos y críticas teóricas, es capaz de soslayar las angustias metafísicas, nacidas de los saberes independientes de la experiencia, copiosos, pues se multiplican en las soledades, amigas inseparables de parias y aristotélicos. Soñar vestiglos es ameno, mas oneroso cuando bregamos contra sus imposibles ardides creyéndonos reales en fantásticas tierras.