José cueli: Fernando Césarman

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l Neblumo, by my teacher Fernando Césarman, opens with the specific topic of the study of the events of our relationship with the environment, always focused on the scheme of psychoanalysis.

It is an honor to be distinguished by writing the prologue to the book I am commenting on.

Always hoping to change the patterns of environmental exploitation, the destruction of nature by humans, and their inability to develop a consciousness clear enough to measure what they have lost. His work on the relationship between humans and nature is broad and extensive. His work in our country is pioneering and constant.

Between the lines, Césarman conveys a deep nostalgia for these losses of nature: the pain of the eroded earth, the mercilessly squeezed subsoil, the polluted rivers and seas, the poisoned environment, nuclear weapons threatening us, famine ravaging more and more human beings in the third world, and the breaking of the biological chains of plants and animals threatening and achieving their extinction.

Man created technology, researched and reached other planets, destroyed his relationship with nature—which, in turn, is precisely a relationship of relationships—lost his autonomy from what came before, and is searching for a dead end to reach it. Is it escape? From the interior, unprotected and without shelter in the midst of vast voids.

Man has been unable to grieve for the loss of such a significant part of nature. He fails to grasp what he has lost. Without grasping it, he weeps for the life that is fleeing. Césarman has been grasping this loss for years, and it becomes the beginning of his awareness of this mourning for the disappearance of a sky filled with rays of light, the earth dressed in flowers and greenery, and the wind with its perfume, birdsong, and distant harmonies.

Césarman screams in the desert, constantly, crying out that the death of nature is near; it will be a long night, in which the birds will disappear, along with the butterflies and dragonflies, to give way to dark insects from the shadows that will come to gnaw at fibers, deposit their necrophilous larvae in their breasts, and bid farewell to the birds that swayed in the breeze, crumpling flowers.

Ecocide, like a gigantic serpent, imprisons human beings, suffocates them, leaves them without food, drink, song, or beauty: melancholy invades them due to the partial destruction of their environment, but they don't perceive it. They don't grasp the value of nature's naturalness, nor do they internalize it and make it a part of themselves.

Human beings are facing a new war. The war against nature. A war they are losing. Césarman addressed the topic. He addresses it through our discipline, psychoanalysis, through outreach and research in simple language.