These days seeing a conversation that Don Omar and El Chombo had[i], the former made reference to the exterior and the search for the internal, which El Chombo endorsed by pointing out that he (Don Omar) was narrating his own life.
This conversation is interesting because it places us in the matter of the external subject and the internal subject, the latter was called by the ancients «inner man», as opposed to the man who stays with the sensible world.
If we pay attention to what was expressed by Don Omar and what was corroborated by El Chombo, we can point out that the mere external subject is decentered with respect to the internal subject. We can even express that the exterior man is an inauthentic subject with respect to the interior. Inauthentic with himself.
The mere external subject is in a place X. It is not in its center in its being. Reason why he is lost from himself. Which is what Don Omar refers to. He is lost with respect to himself. Well, he is a subject without vision of himself.
This does not mean that the external subject does not carry out interesting or relevant matters. Well, he does. But he is not aware of himself, since he is carried away by the exterior, he lives from and for the exterior. Hence the emptiness of him as an interior being, he does not know what he is.
Exteriority is his being, but a false being. Because it is constituted by a set of things that are not itself. Where this becomes more dramatic is in the artists. Not because they are the only ones who suffer from such exteriority, but because his testimony or confession has more audience.
The external subject is a dysfunctional subject with respect to himself. Since he only lives from and for sensitive things. And such things appear to him as what he is. For himself and for others. Fake subject this. He lives in an appearance of being something that he is not. And there’s his drama.
Without knowing why he suffers and hurts himself. When the sensible or external world no longer satisfies him, he disappears and it is not possible for him to find himself, since there is nothing in him. He cannot find himself because there is no interiority, it has not been built. He is empty, he lacks himself.
It is not strange, then, that many achieve this interiority through the spiritual-religious path. From there they develop and build it. Some don’t make it. They live in that limbo of anguish. The most extreme or depressive opt for suicide as a form of liberation.
Seeing the conversation, already mentioned above, it is strange that something as evident as interiority is not perceived. But the reality is that. The exteriority of the subject is what he lives, and in that he exists. He lives on the outside, in his outer being. Exteriority is the essence of him. There is only that. It is the nature of him, the ancients would say.
What has a price vs. what has value, this is how Don Omar expresses it. Expression that he has become commonplace, and therefore empty expression. Repeated as another cliché. Not the case with this artist. The expression becomes empty when it is repeated without any inner awareness, without any personal application. In this sense, it is a cliché.
In general, we live in exteriority. Something of human nature. However, at a given moment, consciously or unconsciously, we must begin to build our interiority. Because when life, as Professor Heymann said, scores us two goals, we won’t know what to do. At that moment, without knowing why, we are going to find ourselves off center, lost. And here come the crises, which are called daily, existential.
In this state the subject is decentered, lost. The exterior no longer satisfies him, but in him there is only the exterior. He is a barren and deserted steppe. A being without interiority. That is the truth of him. Well, he only maintains himself through instrumental relationships. Hence his anguish.
[i] El Chombo presenta: Hablemos con Don Omar. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAli2gS0w7k