The Paradise is promised of happiness that door in itself nostalgia of a lost origin. A future that it has to that to make with the past. The Paradise has to that to make with ethics, to earn the paradise. The Paradise, second all, have to that to make with God. According to many it has to that to make with the heart of the men and can be caught up already in this earth. Only that we us do not remember more. And less of an participation in our life of the grace, the lighting system, an event that shakes our conscience, we remain to think, those little times, to the Paradise like an utopy, a perfect city of which we do not know the language neither the rules. Philosophers and saints have thought the Paradise. Who in order to perhaps try it and finding it like Sant’Agostino: “Where I have found the Truth, I have found my God here”. Who like Boehme making of Adam and Eva the alchemico mirror of a process of primordiale division that goes reorganized: “We will be similar to the angels of God”. Who trying to recover the first great laceration that we called the fall from the Eden like Malebranche: “The traces and the impressions of the progenitors still last in the brain of the men”. And thus via, through Liebniz, Spinoza, Kant, till its transformation in hell of God through Nietzsche: “The devil is only the leisure of God the seventh day”. The short most cultured treaty through one of the western ideas more radicate.
According to Borges not there is nothing here, “is not the Sahara, but it is the thing more resembles that it in Argentine. Not, in Patagonia not there is null”. As if it were the only part of the created one in which the empty one is allowed. Empty of the West, lack of same we, of what we are usual to make, that is to fill up. The Patagonia accompanies the history of the man next restandogli. Servants not to go, know themselves to us that she is there, present in that expression who very we know: from the other part of the world. Unapproachable, transformed in Eldorado from simple earth of she is shipwrecked Spanish come to conquer the New world but defeats from the strait of Magellano. Its conquest, the more mitologica that real, plus a giving up of forehead to the desert that a Victoria of the civilization , is duration four centuries. Still today, after Darwin, Theroux and above all after Bruce Chatwin that the place of the travel in absolute has rendered it, to go end it means to go till the end of the world. Flavio Fiorani has written the human history of the Patagonia, the parenthesis of some century in which that region it has had to that to make with we. From its geographic discovery to its philosophical discovery like place of utopies in the 1700’s, from the searches of Darwin to the degenerated moral darwinismo in genocidio in the 1800’s, till the total, evanescente conquest to Argentine territory. And to the arrival of the writers transformed who it from reservoir it acclimatizes them geologic to reservoir symbolic. We are usual to have nostalgie of the time, the Patagonia is a metaphor of nostalgie of the space.