Translating love - the weight of the words in philosophy of natural law (value-coherence) and philosophy of love (poetical justice)
The post is under construction, and showcases at the moment some scattered thoughts, most of which I have already presented in LinkedIn.
In terms of proportionality analysis, one of the things that has fascinated me is the cooperation between Leonardo da Vinci and Luca Pacioli.
If you anchor human dignity as an absolute value at the very top of a structural tree like Pacioli’s, a rigid mathematical tool turns into a powerful, objective framework for human ethics.
In this view, if an action falls under the absolute "violates dignity" branch, the analysis stops. If it falls under the relative right branch, 'inequalitatis' measures how much one value outweighs another, and a right can be limited only if the restriction ultimately serves to protect human dignity as a whole.
And did you know that Leonardo da Vinci made complex word-centred Renaissance mathematics visible by using art?
My core interest, namely proportionality framework called 'Proportio et proportionalitas', is shown as an objective, absolute "tree" and as a visual artefact in the book Leonardo the Scientist by Carlo Zammattio, Augusto Marinoni, and Anna Maria Brizio (McGraw-Hill, 1980).
The taxonomical tree of ratios and proportions traces back to Luca Pacioli’s foundational 1494 encyclopedia 'Summa de arithmetica', which is part of a broader Renaissance tradition where da Vinci gave abstract mathematics a geometric shape.
Indeed, my philosophical critique directly anchors the proportionality of legal sanctions in the concept of inner coherence and human dignity, directly challenging the current over-economized, utilitarian framework of EU competition enforcement.
I claim that proportionality analysis (sensu stricto, balancing) must act as a context-sensitive, individualizing tool. While the absolute core (human dignity) remains uncompromised, the outer branches, the relative rights and economic realities, must be balanced subjectively. However, this balancing cannot just look forward to market efficiency; it must look backward to actual blameworthiness, culpability, and fairness in relation to the individual circumstances of the case.
Yes, I would say that history teaches us in proportionality analysis, and the artistic mind is never out of things to wonder.
"Lorsque la science et l'art se sont rencontrés, le monde s'est rempli de lettres d'amour. - Excerpt from my diary"
"💡Pragmatic equivalence, cultural nuances, and the weight of words: some soft thoughts and explanatory poetry examples for a rainy Sunday.
I often think in two languages, and I've noted that some words carry meanings that must be adjusted to "fit" the sociocultural landscape and literal context.
Usually these adjustable words relate to emotional experiencing. For example, in context of poems, I often use the Finnish word 'pitää', which literally translates into 'like', but I translate it into 'love' which translates into 'rakastaa' when moving between the languages.
The reason for this is the weight given to the word 'love' (rakastaa) in the Finnish culture. I see 'rakastaa' as a far deeper, more personal, and more nuanced concept than the concept captured by the English attribute, namely the word 'love'. In Finnish, the word 'rakastaa' has an emotional dimension that compares, in my opinion and into some sacred extent, to the word 'adore'.
Then in the context of legal philosophy, equating 'love' and 'rakastaa' makes complete sense to me because I discuss measuring gravitas, protection of rights, and absolute value of human dignity. In this context, the sacred nuance related to values affects the literal expression.
In sum, the emotional temperature and the level of personal attachment are sometimes hard to capture when one moves beyond linguistic borders.
As an example, here is a poem in English and in Finnish: both versions carry a similar level of warmth, but express it differently in order to channel the weight of the words in a comparable manner, specifically from the perspective of emotional attachment in relation to the reader.
Extract from my diary:
'Smile' (25.5.2025 / edit 11.10.2026)
A true smile –
one where the eyes speak far more than the lips,
that is what I love.
I love the sparkle in your eyes
and the honesty of your gaze.
I love the very thing
that makes you shine.
I love the softness of words
and the colors of a summer meadow.
The way the morning sun
rests upon my face.
I want to touch the essence of who you are,
not the shadow others imagine you to be.
I love the beauty in all things,
the truth within thoughts,
the grace of a bending rainbow
and the voices of the waves.
Yes, I love the way
Beauty wanders untiringly,
Making a home in the eyes, so knowingly.
And same in Finnish:
'Hymy' (25.5.2025/edit 11.10.2026)
Aito hymy – sellainen, jossa puhuvat enemmän silmät kuin huulet,
siitä minä pidän.
Pidän silmiesi tuikkeesta
ja katseesi vilpittömyydestä.
Pidän siitä, mikä sinusta tekee säteilevän.
Pidän sanojen pehmeydestä
ja kukkakedon väreistä.
Siitä, miltä aamuaurinko tuntuu kasvoillani.
Haluan koskettaa sitä mitä olet, en sitä,
mitä muut sinun luulevat olevan.
Pidän kaiken kauneudesta,
ajatusten aitoudesta,
sateenkaaren taipuisuudesta
ja aaltojen äänistä.
Niin, minä pidän siitä,
kuinka kauneus vaeltaa väsymättä,
tekee kodin katseeseen lupaa kysymättä.
💌 Can same be different and not different?"
"A kind of ecological disaster is currently unfolding in Finland, with data centers right at its heart.
Along with the data centers, the core of the problem lies in legislative loopholes, corporate lawyers who purposefully misinterpret the law to justify breaking it, and the fact that no one is intervening in the destruction of nature because no one is aware of what is happening.
Following this farce, I haven't encountered a single surprise—quite the contrary. It makes me a little sad.
Without commenting further on these problems, I thought I could look at the matter from a slightly more poetic perspective, through the lens of love:
💌 "Existential urgency: when love died"
Somewhere out there, beyond ourselves, everything was already perfect. And here we are, we imperfect humans, destroying it all. I am ashamed of humanity; it was not meant to be one-sided: the love in us and the love for us all.
I scream, "Love like there was no tomorrow, because one of these days tomorrow never comes."
And I tell you that in the courtroom of oblivion, nobody is innocent if most are guilty. If collective conscience dies, we die with it. And the verdict will be final, irreversible, and expected.
So, love beyond yourself, my love— love! Before it is too late to kiss love goodnight. "
