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Survival is man's solar vehicle to the geographic boundaries of existence. While some end up living in deserts and villages, others make it into cities and across continents. The scope of making it from good to better, is infinitely good. So also the odds! And then comes defeat. Suddenly, everything seems wrecked, or vain. Ideals fall apart and survival becomes a cumbersome ally. Or a psychological alley, capable of altering one's destiny, or annulling it altogether! Defeat, therefore -- so to say -- is survival's first landmark. Death, is the last. From that point after, others become the judge and jury. Still others, the appellates or appellants. Yet, not everyone who walks through the streets and ghettos of survival, makes it to humanity's Hall of Fame and find the door open! Only the destined do. Abbe Faria was one of them. The only son of a priest and nun, he ended becoming a priest himself -- a hypnotist, revolutionary, professor and scientist. His ambitions were as intemperate and secular as the times he was living in. And he endeavored to make them insecular . . . . lithurgic! But fate had its own ambitious plans. It gave him glimpses of effulgent success and then tarnished it with unbearable frustrations. It initiated him into a world of outstanding wisdom, and then subjected him to ridicule. It accompanied him to the balconies of fame and then abandoned him at poverty's threshold. And .when he could take it no more, it concluded its dynasty in his.life. He died of apoplexy on November 20, 1819, very much in the custody of material poverty.
Twice in the past, I made a plea that the house Abbe Faria was born in, be turned into a national monument. Or, transformed into a place of learning, for scientific seminars, exchanges and advancements. But nothing has evolved. If every proposed house were to be converted into a national monument, then half of humanity would be out in the streets. And it would be insane to do so. But in this instance, the situation is different. Men who dedicate their lives for the intellectual betterment of others, come once in humanity!
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