The joy of life is not a profane type of enjoyment: it reveals the bliss of existing, of sharing in the spontaneity of life and the majesty of the wo… - Mircea Eliade

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The joy of life is not a profane type of enjoyment: it reveals the bliss of existing, of sharing in the spontaneity of life and the majesty of the world.

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About Mircea Eliade

Mircea Eliade (13 March 1907 {O.S. 28 February} – 22 April 1986) was a Romanian historian of religion, fiction writer, philosopher, and professor at the University of Chicago. His most enduring and influential contribution to religious studies was possibly his theory of Eternal Return, which holds that myths and rituals do not simply record or imitate hierophanies, but, at least to the minds of the religious, actually participate in them.

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It is not without fear and trembling that a historian of religion approaches the problem of myth. This is not only because of that preliminary embarrassing question: what is intended by myth? It is also because the answers given depend for the most part on the documents selected.

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Stăpânul nostru, al tuturor, este astăzi Războiul, începu din nou Ştefan. El a confiscat întreaga istorie contemporană, timpul în care am fost ursiţi să trăim. Europa întreagă trăieşte ca un monstruos automat, pus în mişcare de veştile lansate în fiecare minut de sutele de posturi de radio, de ediţiile speciale ale ziarelor, de convorbirile între prieteni... Chiar când rămânem singuri, tot la Război ne gândim, adică, tot sclavii Istoriei suntem. Teroarea evenimentelor este nu numai umilitoare pentru fiecare dintre noi, ca fiinţe umane, dar este, în cele din urmă, sterilă. Nimic nu se alege din acest contact permanent cu Istoria; nu ne îmbogăţim cu nimic, nu descoperim nimic care să merite într-adevăr să fie descoperit...

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