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The Lovers and Lovers Point and Eat

Dear friends of the soul ...



A beach in northern Chile

On Wednesday night I go to "winter in Chile " jejeje. Change of Spain on a temporary winter to summer Chile. Return (if like the universe) in mid-January to Spain. Chile has sent me many signals in the form of angels in the final years. It's time to visit this beautiful country that I know is very valuable surprises waiting ... Many of my best friends today are Chilean, I hope there several beings of light ... you want to see you! ... the trip to Chile is also a journey into me ... I find my essence. Something tells me there I'll find keys to open doors to me that have been closed a long time.

To all of you that quedais in Spain (one in another European country hehe) I send (and will continue posting from Chile!) Much love and good vibes. They're good with their loved ones and that you find peace within yourself these days removed ... I love them very much and I appreciate that you are in my life to enrich it.

take this opportunity to talk about the letter " The Lover" or " Lovers" Tarot of Marseille Tarot Osho Zen and I think they will like.

The Lovers Tarot Marseille

Osho Zen Tarot Lovers

and Jodorowsky Osho are two important references in my own journey of personal growth and I have much love them. Have some things in common and concentrated direct language, its connection with the zen and his interest in the tarot.

published Osho Tarot Osho Zen and participated in the project Jodorowsky Tarot de Marseille restored. Both agree to see the tarot as a tool for self-exploration and personal transformation, a game that allows readers to make consciousness and responsibility for the problems and challenges of life and the here and now. I love this approach ... the tarot as a toy for the soul, to get into the game of life . With "El Loco" el primer arquetipo y arcano mayor que nos invita realmente a jugar ;-)




El Loco Tarot Marsella


Me atrae mucho la magia del tarot, su lenguaje potente, sus mensajes personalizados y siempre únicos que se despliegan con tanta gracia. En un intento en comprender mejor el tarot y adentrarme aún más en todos los colores de sus mensajes estoy ahora estudiando y comparando las visiones y estudios de tarot de Jodorowsky y Osho. Y estoy disfrutando mucho!! Jejeje.

He encontrado en el libro "El juego de la vida" de Osho lo siguiente que quiero compartir con vosotros porque creo que contiene la esencia sobre el amor y la intimidad y Who does not want to know the essence of love? ;-). This text appears in the description of the more arcane number six, "The Lovers" Osho Zen tarot, card that matches "The Lovers" Tarot of Marseilles.


Here's some bits of text that comes with the card "The Lovers", are actually thinking about the love of Osho

... love is the only eye that looks at the core of existence. Life is a journey and love is their goal.

The word intimacy comes from the Latin root intimum. Intimum means "inside, your inner core." Unless you have something there, you can not be intimate with anyone. You can not afford intimum space, privacy, because the other person will see the hole, the wound and the pus off. Will not know who you are, you're crazy, you do not know where you go, you've never even heard your own song, your life is a mess, there is a cosmos. Hence the fear of intimacy. Even lovers have few moments of privacy. And having sex with someone not to have intimate contact. Genital orgasm is not the totality of privacy, only its periphery can be no intimacy with him and can exist without it.
Intimacy is a completely different dimension. It is allowing the other among you, you see how you see yourself, let the other see you from within, inviting the other to the deepest core of your being . UAO !!!!!

When you do not need at all to someone else, when you strongly enough in yourself, when you can be alone and feel extremely happy, ecstatic, then it is possible to love. But then can not be sure if the other's love is true or not can only be sure of one thing: if your love is real. But that's enough! Who cares? When you feel ecstatic when alone, do not want anyone to use. I just want compartir.Y feel grateful that someone is willing to receive. Right now you concern was whether the other you really want because you are unsure of your own love. Not sure of your own worth. You can not love yourself, how could love someone else? It seems unreal, it seems impossible. Do you want? Have you asked the question?

There is no way to be sure of another, first be sure to yourself. And a confident person is sure of the entire world.


On the other hand Jodorowsky explains the meaning of the letter "The Lover" as follows:

Love The letter encourages us to wonder about our emotional state, how will our emotional life? Are we at peace or conflict? Do we do what we like? Where does the love in our lives? Is the situation at hand is rooted in the past? What? Add to the central love in this letter is still the white sun shines illuminating to all living beings without discrimination .


We are in touch, ok? I want sick! A big hug ... Joost


Links:

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The Will to Love Small


For
Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas

"The conviction that the world and therefore man, are such that they should not exist, the way nature is full of indulgence for each other. What can be expected in fact, such kind of things? Sometimes I think the appropriate way to greet a man to man, instead of saying, sir, sir, etc., could be "fellow-sufferer or co-misery." Oddly enough this is just the expression, and recalls the need for tolerance, patience, forbearance, love, and that therefore each one is a debtor of something. "


------------------------------------- Arthur Schopenhauer Schopenhauer was returning
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his spacious home, having been honored by the editors at the University of Frankfurt, by merit of the high sales of his latest work: a compilation volume of aphorisms.

While he had driven his carriage through snowy woods, the philosopher thought bitterly of how only, and in the twilight of his life, began to be heard with attention.

would seem that the unfortunate truth of existence, that painful certainty that cost him a lifetime for it to be manifest through a systematic approach based, that very truth of life, yes, it was only tolerable for the masses, assuming it sideways, and disguised in the comfortable and elegant simplification of the aphoristic and anecdotal.

The driver of her carriage horses did stop momentarily to allow passage of a line of children engaged in a playful snowball tour and laughter. Schopenhauer on looking meditated on his own childhood gray, isolated and tense. Lived in dark rooms, crammed with books and tutors stifling cold and efficient. Supervised by a very strict father, but fair, and a mother who never accepted Arthur, really.

I had railed at him, teasing and rejection of the youngsters, because of its unusual maturity of character, his inexperience in the game and try to kid!
But from a young age, the seed of their world view of that world shaped by a blind desire and false representations, germinating in his tormented conscience.

was not very different from his youth, thought a little later, when her carriage had gone into the city and pass on their way next to a large function room full of suitors in evening dress and their nubile companions, radiating smiles, sheathed in luxurious gowns.

"In what way the blind their lack of perspective, its lack of candor with respect to the recognition of the futility of their actions. If anything accepted, a silent abyss of drives which moves towards each other! Let all the makeup and ornaments, music and manners, but accessories are not merely biological function ... "

Schopenhauer had already been widely discussed arguments with evidence.
What happened to "The World as Will and Representation" his masterpiece? Well, that had been ignored, and in this way, all his theoretical work, the weary reviews, consultations, readings, had paid nothing for an audience uncouth, anxious dialectic and phenomenology. In what way had been marginalized! What had been empty classroom during their lessons at the School, while the gross instead of Hegel, and the auditorium full of young people smiling and hopeful, committed to the discourse about a totalizing reason, in fact, Schopenhauer thought, self-indulgent and useless. Young audience, young, like those fools who smiled gallantly love their partners and are excited about the imminence of the next dance. Schopenhauer thought in particular youth, marked by shyness and kissing the girl never entertained any. The pride of his high spirit never allowed provided the common talk, the jovial occurrence, the gallant joke. His only possible approach towards women, almost took place when a time when the young disciple of his Faculty, Friedrich ..., to win their appreciation, had invited him to a filthy brothel. The modest teacher Schopenhauer, had not accepted (although at the very bottom would have loved to attend) and then saved from further suspicion that brilliant, but eccentric disciple, who roamed the desolate areas of the University monologue about the tragedy and its origins on ultra-men and other figments of thought.

The love of women was simply not at their level, Schopenhauer thought, so he might be able to discuss it with scientific precision, as he dissects a wild creature to study its internal structure. "A mere process of the manifestation of the will hidden from the world, just that and nothing more." Judgement mentally.

He arrived at last to his home in Frankfurt. Descended from the carriage without thanking the driver. He entered the house. A message from Henrietta housekeeper informing him about that he had finished his chores smoothly, and that tomorrow would timely return. Arthur Schopenhauer folded the paper and tossed it into a basket. So he preferred to conduct themselves with servants, and all men if anything were possible, interacting at least, talking little, living apart cultivating wisdom and constant reflection.

Then something unusual startled him. Reached into several rooms, apparently unsuccessfully. Nils, his German shepherd dog, was not in sight. It was the only being whom Schopenhauer believed. His companion of solitude and silence. Nils seemed unwilling to answer their calls. Schopenhauer reviewed at length in the snowy garden. Finally located the animal, in your cabin with the muzzle placed on his pillow, lay dead in the cold.
Schopenhauer was stunned by the incident, it did confirm, inspected the rigid body and over again, waiting for a sign of life, a hope forgotten, but there was no such. He took the dog's lifeless head, his hands trembling. A deep pain pierced her heart. Inside held a great battle. Some tears fell down his face exhausted, senile, but struggled to put back, he endeavored to do so.
"None of this happens as such is only a smokescreen, the findings lead us to become clear, I can not falter!"
But how to bring logic to the memory of those tender bark of dependency, when Nils was filled with joy to see him arrive from the hostile world, and bravely entered her quiet haven of simple, through crazy racing around and wet fondling, hurrying offered to lick his hands trembling old man? How
transmute into syllogisms those calm evenings, when studying Schopenhauer in his chair feeling the warm body of Nils nestled in her lap, happy just to accompany him in a gentle sleep?

His face twitched. Cold pressed body inert dog, made a last desperate attempt to understand rationally to assimilate the loss, the immense pain that overwhelmed him.
"Not feeling, not thinking, not to collapse before the direct contact that will have both studied unstoppable. I have trained hard to become aware of this moment, the moment you finally feel the full force of his drive compelling, embracing my soul until exhaustion. "
" Nils Oh, my faithful Nils ...! "Then

without more, will the dam broke his integrity and strength of reasons and thoughts. It dropped to a free sadness, a sense I regret unimpeded flow to the singular will now expressing his true intention incomprehensible, impossible theorizing, provided only assume the pain of loss, loved outburst. Regardless

fierce snow began to fall, long sought a suitable place to bury the body of your dog. He remained there for a long time, looking to convey, given his own will, his loyal companion, through the snow and wet stones which had already covered.

Night came.



*** The next morning arrived at the residence early silent Henrietta. Schopenhauer found dead on the couch. In the face of the philosopher still noticed a slight smile. Embraced in his hands wearing the pillow cold your dog, same as when I retired Henrietta slipped and fell without a sound, and stood on the carpeted floor.
He stood there in peace.

Ademir Copyright © Jesús Morales Rojas. All rights reserved.

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In a magical place
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and I were all my wishes

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essay on David Lynch

For
Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas

Abstract

... David Lynch, of the House of Buñuel, and Jodorowsky, the vast Bergman and Tarkovsky, loves it , put in check all common sense, to sit on, or communicated. And cleverly attacks Lynch, attached to the walls of the citadel delirium, Dite our deepest inferos. Here
wants emphasized, that this particular mood of this film director, and set out from their first attempts, one of the most brilliant and disturbing, the film The alphabet of the year 1967-1968 (final year in many ways) ... .


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The scheme (Hell 8) Rembrandt and body


For
Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas

K and Virgil pass with difficulty through Hell. Suddenly appears in their path Dite, the labyrinthine and awesome city of demons. To follow its progress, it must pass through. No detours available. Virgilio touches the gate. Open. Speak then, Virgil with demons. These suddenly shake their heads. Close defiant in the face of the poet. Virgilio K returns to the side, pale with rage. K is dismayed, but Virgil reassures him: soon arrive one sent down to meet her mishap, and the continuation. They sit on a rock to wait. But time passes and nobody comes. K afflicted not stop looking at the sky, sighing, and Virgil is overwhelmed with boredom, while scribbling with a stick in the sand burned. Soon K, not more, they decide. Proposes a strategy to Virgil, a ruse to enter Dis. Call one in the front door and soon after another on the back. While the devils confused attend, and let one of the entrances unguarded to go to the other will be the right time to venture there surreptitiously. Virgil agrees and rubs his hands full with joy. Proceed as planned. Virgil calls at the front door and hide. Open and look out demons. K at that time called the other door. The demons they rush there, allowing free passage. K runs back by Virgil and both come hastily Dis. Close both doors without delay. Then beat the demons outraged. Virgilio K and laugh and welcome as a pair of accomplices. But just at that moment, listen to heavy weights to be dragged. Completely surprised, we can do nothing. The Devils have been closed with huge rocks, on the outside, both entries. Thus K and Virgil were trapped in the labyrinth of Hell for all eternity.


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By John Berger

When he died, at sixty-three, seemed much older, even for its time. The drink, debts, death of many loved ones because of the plague could explain the damage suffered. But the portraits point to something else. In his maturity he lived a climate of economic bigotry and indifference, an atmosphere, on the other hand, not unlike that exists today. It was not possible to simply copy human, as in the Renaissance, the human was no longer evident: there was to be found in the dark. Rembrandt was an obstinate, opinionated, smart, capable of some cruelty. Let's not make him a saint. But looking for a way out of that darkness.

drew because he liked. It was a way to remember every day around him. The paint-especially in the second half of his life was for him something different: painting trying to find a way out of the darkness. Perhaps the extraordinary clarity of the drawings has prevented us from seeing how the painting actually.

rarely made preparatory drawings, began painting directly on the canvas. In his paintings there is little logic linear or spatial continuity. If your pictures are convincing because the details, the parties emerge and come out to meet the eye. Nothing prepared, ordered before us, as in the works of his contemporaries Ruisdael and Vermeer.

While the drawings completely dominated the space and proportion, the physical world he presents in his paintings is very distorted. This has never been stressed enough in the studies of his work. Perhaps because to realize it must be a painter rather than an art historian.

In an early work of a man (himself) in front of an easel in a studio painter, the man in question has a size of just over half of it should be. In a wonderful picture late, Woman with an open door (Berlin), hand and right arm Hendrickje could be those of a Hercules. In the Sacrifice of Abraham (St. Petersburg), Isaac has the physical traits of a young, but in relation to his father, his size is a child of eight years.

liked Baroque foreshortening and unlikely juxtapositions, but while Rembrandt exploited the freedoms that came with the style, the distortions of his paintings have nothing to do with them, because they are not obvious, but on the contrary, almost furtive.

San Mateo On the sublime and the Angel (Louvre), the space impossible to accommodate the head of the angel on the shoulder of the evangelist is discreetly hinted, whispered like an angel whispering in your ear to the saint. Why forgotten or ignored in the tables that could do so masterfully in the drawings? Interest was something else, something that was antithetical to "real" space.

Get out of the museum and go to the emergency room of a hospital, probably located in the basement of the building, where it is usually X-ray units The wounded and sick are transported in the beds or wait hours, side by side in wheelchairs, who can serve until the first specialist is free. With Often, the rich go before those who are sicker. But in any case, patients waiting in the basement is too late to change anything.

Everyone lives in his own body space whose landmarks are the pain or disability, a feeling or discomfort unknown. Surgeons can not obey the laws of this space when operating, is not something you learn in anatomy lessons of Dr. Tulip. A good nurse, however, recognizes the touch and know that every mattress in each patient, takes a different form.

space is the consciousness that inhabits the body itself feels. It is unlimited as the subjective space: finally always framed the laws of the body. But its milestones, its focus, its internal proportions can not stop change. The pain sharpens our awareness of this space. Is the space of our fundamental vulnerability of our society. And the disease. But potentially, it is also the space of pleasure, comfort and the feeling of being loved. Robert Kramer, the film director, defines it thus: "Behind the eyes and spread throughout the body, a universe of circuits and synapses. The beaten paths where energy tends to flow." Perceived better feel of what you see with your eyes. And Rembrandt was a great teacher who led the space to paint.

Consider the four hands partner of The Jewish Bride. Are your hands, far more than their faces, indicating: marriage. But how he arrived there, to the body space?

Bathsheba reading David's letter (Louvre). Figure, natural size, is sitting in the nude. Think about your destination. The King has seen and wants. Her husband is away at war. (How many millions of times something similar has happened?) Kneeling before her, her maid you feet dry. It has no other option presented to the king. Will become pregnant. King David will have to kill her beloved husband. She will cry. Marry King David and give him a son who will more King Solomon. A fatality has already begun, and in the center of this fatality is that desirable as a wife Bathsheba.

And so the whole picture is focused on his nubile belly and navel, which stood at the eye level of the maid. And painted it with love and compassion, like a face. No other European art belly painted with a thousandth part of this affection. Became the center of their own history.

Table after table was giving a part of the body or body parts, a particular narrative force. The table speaks with many voices, like a tale told by different people from different viewpoints. But these "views" can only exist in a corporeal space that is incompatible with the territorial or architectural space. Corporeal space change their actions and their focal points continuously, according to circumstances. It is measured in waves, not in meters. Hence, it is necessary to distort the "real" space.

La Sagrada Familia (Munich). The Virgin is seated in the workshop of Joseph, the Child sleeping in her lap. The relationship between the hand of the Virgin, his bare chest, the head of Jesus and his little arm extended is absurd in terms of any conventional pictorial space: nothing fits, nothing belongs to its rightful place, nothing is the right size. But the chest and a drop of milk flowing from his talk in the face of the child. And the hand of the little speech to the amorphous continent that is his mother, while that of the child hears it says.

His best pictures just offer anything coherent view of the viewer. What it does is to intercept it (especially) the dialogues that occur between the various parts, and these dialogues are faithful to the bodily experience that speaks to something that all of us. Faced with his works, the spectator's body remembers his own inner experience.

Historians have often noted the "interiority" of images of Rembrandt. However, they are the opposite icons. They are carnal images. The Flayed Ox meat is no exception, but rather characteristic of him. To reveal an interior, would be the body, the thing trying to get the lovers when they caress and at the time of intercourse. In this context, the latter word has a literal meaning and more poetic: Coire, "go together."

About half of his great works (portraits apart) describe the act of hugging or preliminary at the same time, the gesture of opening and extend your arms: The Prodigal Son, Jacob and the Angel, Danae, David and Absalom The Jewish Bride ...

can not find anything similar in the work of any other painter. In Rubens, for example, there are many figures that are touched, they are transported, they are conducted, but few, if any, to be held. In no other painter ranks supreme embrace this position, central. Sometimes the painting is sexual embrace, others not. In the merger of two bodies comes not only desire, but also forgiveness or faith. In his Jacob and the Angel (Berlin) we see all three, and not easy to separate.

public hospitals, as an institution that originated in the Middle Ages, were called in France Hôtels-Dieu. They were places where the roof gave assistance in the name of God to the sick or dying. But beware to idealize. During the plague, Hôtel-Dieu de Paris was so crowded that each bed was occupied by three people, a sick, dying and another dead one. " But the term

Hôtel-Dieu, interpreted otherwise, may help explain his painting. The key to this vision distorted by the classical space need was the New Testament. "Whoever lives in love, in God remains and God in him [...] By this we know that we live in him, and he in us, because he has communicated his spirit." (First Epistle of St. John, chap 4, verses 16 and 13).

"And he in us." What were the surgeons in the dissection of bodies was one thing. Quite another to what he wanted. Hôtel-Dieu in French can also mean a body in which God resides. In his last self-portraits, so indescribable and terrible, it seems that as she watched her own face was waiting for God, despite knowing full well that God is invisible.

When he painted freely to those whom he loved or imagined, or those from whom he was coming, tried to enter his corporeal space at that precise moment, trying to enter the Hôtel-Dieu, and thus find out from the darkness. Front

small cadre of the Youth Bath (London) we seem to be there among the folds the shirt that she gets up. Not as voyeurs. Not with lust, like the old spy on Susan. Quite simply, the tender love with which he painted us to inhabit the area of \u200b\u200byour body.

embrace To Rembrandt was synonymous with the act of painting, and nearly touched both prayer.


Text taken from:
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Juan José Arreola: Theory of Dulcinea

In a lonely place whose name is beside the point there was a man who spent his life avoiding specific women. Preferred the manual enjoyment of reading, and was pleased effectively every time a knight lunged to fund one of these vague ghosts female virtues and skirts made of overlapping, awaiting the hero after four hundred pages of deeds, lies and nonsense.

On the threshold of old age, a woman of flesh and bone laid siege to the hermit in his cave. Under any pretext entered the room and invaded with a strong aroma of sweat and wool, a young peasant woman warmed by the sun.

The gentleman lost his head, but far to catch the front of her, leaned towards through pages and pages of a pompous creature of fantasy. He walked many miles, speared sheep and mills, burr oak and a few took three or four heels in the air.

Upon returning from a fruitless search, death awaited him at the door of his house. Only had time to make a will cavernous, from the depths of his soul dry. But a pastor's dusty face washed with real tears, and had a useless flash with the mad knight's tomb.

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The knight and the dragon

For
Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas

sincere tribute to the heroism of Either way, this play is suspected by the straight path, very likely, that trace the weapon of the knight to the dragon's body. And that ultimately accounts, both the "essentially" human, instinctive as "reprehensible" by Paolo Uccello are sketched with the same fine line. ***



Ultimately, the dragons never existed: they are a mere product of human fantasy. In such a way that San Jorge, it may be fighting the wind alone. This says a lot about the lack of substance, much of human actions. What if such a foundation lastrante perhaps, but a chameleon is not the beast ruse to confuse us, and prevent the exploit of a (mis) conduct full and open alternatives to full and diverse to be? If this were true, We the courage to wield the spear in depth? ***



It further about whether or not the San Jorge de Uccello is accurate awareness of the chimerical nature of his opponent. If so, we would then face an unprecedented quixotic ahead of its time, clean and inspiring idealism. But if on the contrary San Jorge knows the virtue of his enemy, and still strives to continue to drill, its assigned role, with the pure desire to leave the system in your environment, we would have here, an unexpected prediction of our Today, that probably would not have tolerated Uccello. As gray as to the future, certainly would have preferred to finalize all throwing his hero, for food of dreams, in those great jaws. ***



Paolo Uccello may hesitate long in deciding on which of the two adversaries, the protagonists of his famous painting, drawing in secret the features of his face and signature. Surely the brothel went to confession, and again, in order to finally choose. And took so long, forgotten until the end itself, in which one was fixed. Today only the name of artistic genius lives on, because man, Paolo Uccello, unfortunately, in the words of Vasari, "ended his days, lonely, eccentric, melancholy and poor"



*** Note in this work of Uccello, and the side of the Dragon is the light, a woman, cultivated fields and a city, in short, the very possibility of life. On the side of the knight, however, dark, barren land, the open mouth of a cave ready to loneliness and helplessness, that is, the evil side of life. In this way, you may question, what was the ultimate message here with him that he wanted to warn the Italian Renaissance? And then so, who is the real enemy to be defeated? ***



A voracious dragon makes its nest close to the source that supplies a large city. Because this dire situation, citizens were forced to distract the beast every day away from its source, and get water. To accomplish this, every day sacrificed a victim raffled among the inhabitants. On one occasion, was selected the beautiful local princess. The king, desperate father, unsuccessfully sought clemency. When the girl is about to be devoured by the ruthless beast, the hero appears San Jorge, who arrived there from distant lands, attracted by the famous beauty of the princess. Armed with his legendary spear and his white steed, and after a hard fight, St. George defeats the Dragon. When the champion fatigued but full of hope, prepares to take his prize, he finds a nasty surprise: Princess rotate the view, snubbing with cold disdain. One can imagine then to San Jorge, the invincible one thousand battles, quick to surrender voluntarily to the clutches of the Emperor Diocletian, the murderer of Christians. Surely then, neither the long and painful process of the many torture or to see in the last second, the executioner's ax approaching unwavering until his neck, none of this was so egregious as to suffer the savage grin of that indomitable, the from him without mercy, forever.

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My hang-called "Maan"

According to legend, in 1942 or 1943, a 12-year-Laventille on the Caribbean island Trinidad and Tobago named Winston "Spree" Simon gave her a friend large metal drum. When Simon got it back, the drum had been beaten with a martil reaching the concave shape and had lost the tone "special" he loved. The boy began to hit the art p rear drum, trying to recover its original shape and discovered that in doing so, they listened different tones and notes. Just got a four-note drum and this accident was the beginning of the transf ormation metal drum rhythm instrument in a melodic ... read more about the history of steel drum

Many years later in 2000 across the world into the quiet mountains of Switzerland Felix Rohner asked about the steel drum sound. Although a nvironment of steel drums was a very closed and did not admit outsiders (Trinidad & Tobago), the Swiss gradually gave up their heart was made with the knowledge to create and adjust the steel drums. More and more musicians "steel drum" found their way to equip Felix and reached more than 200 groups that worked with steel drums.

was a percussionist in India that she came and asked Felix to create for the percusssión an instrument. I have reached the ears that was not coincidence that this visitor came from India, but was guided by the universe order to recover a lost instrument thousands of years ago. At least that's what I think a wise teacher in India who saw and heard an d hang IJO reproducing sacred vibration and shape instrument is also sacred. The wise man said that this instrument is not new but has existed for thousands of years, but was completely lost, but according to the possibly there any examples of this ancient meditative tool and sacred temple or hidden in some secret place. Felix

created for the musician of India steel instrument and percussion d using all the knowledge he had accumulated through working with thousands of steel drums and was born first and Hang, Hang Breast . Hang means "hand" in Swiss German dialect in Bern.



Hang First, the "Mama Hang"
hang
The first was great, but Felix fascinated. That was how he began to develop with Sabina Schärer the hang ... narrowed its format and began to increasingly improve the sound and resonance. Felix and Sabina are now working daily in his workshop next to the river "Aare". The hang has become their life plan and enjoy giving life to the steel, making a magic box with sacred vibrations, adjust their creations with their hands personally checking the sound. And are several generations of hangs. Creation is a purely manual creation ... each work is created hang Jando steel with a hammer ... are trained ears imprecindible Happy and Sabina. Each hang tien and base tone in the form of a circle in the crown of the Hang, RE , and sides of the instrument are also 7 or 8 tones in circles. The tones sound different sides in each hang ... hang there that sounds like no .

The hangs have found their way to their owners without great efforts of its creators. People love their sound, portability, as ... magic. The instrument that was circulated for some time through specialty stores instruments, I was so successful that its creators decided to stop the distribution through stores in order to reduce the pressure to produce more. The decision was to give priority to quality and development and not expand the circle of owners to the fullest. Today one of the most important goals of the creators of Hang is to serve the community of players hang "... while gradually expand this community. The distribution of hangs is gone directly ea Travé s factory in Switzerland . The process works so that by word of mouth can get data from Felix and Sabina, to connect with them, you put on a waiting list and may take a year or more until I contacted them personally. Sooner or later when you send an invitation to come and seek your personally hang at the factory in Bern in Switzerland.

to me letter of invitation arrived this month and a half (how exciting!) And chose the date of August 20 to go and get my Hang. I took the plane from Barcelona to Zurich and from Zurich by train to Bern. Since the Bern station is about 20 minutes walk along the river Aar towards Hangs workshop. I got Sabina, lovely person. He left his shop and talked and she showed me and explained its operation Hang gently touching it sa magical tones Cando ... then she gave me the key Hanghaus is down by the river Aar and tell me to test the exposed and there hangs chose the one I liked. Wow!!



I went down a lot of time trying all the different hangs, enjoying the differences between them as a child in a magical toy store .. lol. There were seven tones, and all eight ringing tones (slightly) different. Sure, there was one I liked from the beginning rather than the other, number 0694 of this generation of hangs ... I am convinced that it was this that I chose to Hang me ... I stayed with it ;-) Tonight we got together several people playing in the Hanghaus Hang ... magical moments.



gradually learned to like playing the Hang Loose ... hands and gently. Only a few days have passed since then, but seems to have changed my world. I'm learning how to play, playing the inward I hang ... hang sounds seem to wake up ... Nice! Lindo! Lindo! I use my Hang to create meditative and relaxation music. Probably will use it in my yoga classes and meditation. is a Love instrument. My hang have given the name "Maan" which means "Moon" in Dutch. Maan for their round shape, its creative energy and feminine, the mystery and magic you have, because it represents perfection.



"Maan", change your look completely in a different light ...


What will the future of the Hang?

Many people have already offered Felix and Sabina to learn to create hangs like them (in order to increase the volume of production), but until now, Felix and Sabina prefer to work alone. Not both the technical process that is difficult to convey, but the experience, talent, an ear to adjust it every Hang. Maintaining the quality of the instrument is the ultimate goal of the creators and they resist to expand production and begin to train students (for now). No doubt that Felix and Sabina trying to follow up on the Hang increasingly approaching perfection. It

hope that one day some big manufacturer will begin to create a copy of the Hang, created in large volumes without the manual process or may arise that create small factories like instruments Hang. Will we?

okay ... I thank in behalf of all "hang players" to Felix and Sabina ... bring a lot of magic to the lives of many people through their Hangs. Not only those that play a Hang, but all these viewers are left with their mouths open when they hear the first Hang  I also thank Felix and Sabina and are as they are lovely people, beings of light ... you get in his workshop and hanghaus as your child ... you immediately feel part of their extended family of players hang. players hang a family of very special people ... I'm grateful now form part of this beautiful family :-) I love

Felix and Sabina! ... And I want the whole family Hang players.

A big hug for everyone ... Joost

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The agony of existence-Tribute to Hidekki Anno (Neon Genesis Evangelion )


For

Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas


"... Nothing ... Everything is Permuted ..."

Hassan-i-Sabbah

"... an instant, no more,
No more than the minimum
perpetual moment of grief,
when the form itself, the pure form,
abandons the purpose of his death
and drifts, clouds above,
tormented by that swirling
in which people all fall back into slumber
first stage
build from scratch.
The star then black.
have returned to dart sleepless night
to perfect his quiver. " José

Gorostiza, Death without end. ***





... and rippling ocean of calm in the metal, have faded into the distance, oblivious to the quiet contemplation he did, floating on the water, a quiet presence that no one saw ...

* **


Cynthia spoke with vehement intonation, all participating scientists synchrony Space Center:
"Well, the Nexus Project is underway, there was already time to lose, the situation of extreme emergency when we drove him to it. Oxford, and the most important cities of the world have fallen prey to systematic and staged acts of brutal terrorism, radical groups and sects and subcultures killers have unleashed chaos and massive destruction of people and institutions. He has no other hope to the world that we forge here. We bombed a black hole hidden in our galaxy, our most powerful particle cannon, we have altered the extent of transforming it into a hole worm, now continue to conduct all the exotic material we have collected over the years to keep the hole open, which in essence is a ticket to travel through space-time.
Although remember, the journey is conditioned by the moment of creation of the hole.
But even with all this, "continued Cynthia, is our only, our last hope, it is necessary to strive here and win all the time for us to realize the alternative that opens Nexus: obtaining access to an alternate universe clean and suitable for all. However, IA plus, the virtual being insane, is determined to stop at all costs, to control the transformation of reality, is why he has sent his hordes of clones, genetically altered to obliterate synchrony Space Center, the last bastion of humanity, in addition to the above, there are rumors that has infiltrated your favorite executive arm, the treacherous Lain, within the premises of synchrony with the aim of sabotaging the operation of particle gun that holds the Nexus project progress. Finally, the system repeated warnings keep us worried about a possible direct attack of the light to the entire network of computers in our center to prevent the hole remains open.
We must contain all costs their nefarious deeds! Cynthia
then ordered that the Michio koki cyborg goes into the underground network of facilities Cronian to stop the attack Lain; Daniels prevent Hokoppler would address the threat of the horde of clones of Andrew and Cynthia eventually it will venture into the network to offset plus IA destructive frenzy.
The few scientists who were in synchrony, they would face the master controls to safeguard the progress of Nexus.
Koki looked pained as Cynthia put even with careful attention to their special harnesses Hokkopler Daniels. He left to do without restraint. Nothing had been well between her and Koki since Daniels had appeared. The identification of the once-sleeping was crionizados something that exceeded the passionate impulses of Koki, and this coupled with the strange disease that he suffered Hokoppler, which would tie the care of Cynthia, filled the soul of Koki, full of resentment and spite. Only one ambiguous
look at him the blonde scientific in-chief, when Michio Koki, angry and overwhelmed with jealousy, domestic and underground structures in the center, gun in hand.
never see him again alive. ***



Hokoppler Daniels for his part, after returning to life after its long sleep of cryonics, was discovered with regret that his body had been invaded by a strange virus that made him immune to pain. Powered for the love of Cynthia synchrony was integrated to perform dangerous missions alongside the scientific and Koki who knew hated him. In many of these jobs, difficult and risky, research and defense had repeatedly lost parts of his body and suffered horrible wounds, but his strange illness was all that was pushed forward, fighting for the love of Cynthia and salvation the world, even at the expense of supporting multiple replacement operations of the body. Now, to face Andrew clones had designed a suit "Echidna" covered with expandable blades and showed that, coupled with his no sense of pain, made him a formidable enemy for any agent of chaos. Along with the rest
armed security personnel of the center, left to face the fierce thousands of clones of Andrew and around the whole school. The clones, as ferocious baboons evil, performed prodigious leaps and weapons were used together, throwing himself against Hokoppler and their allies. Soon Hokoppler was only in combat, where before there was a wooded area, now, by the destroyer over the clones, it was just a wasteland of ashes. The Andrew were naked and attacked them with movements like schools of fish. Clones huge, bloated and misshapen and grotesque ant queen, were dragged with chains for many Andrew, and these Andrew "queen" of their mouths and their age, was expelled from other clones in functional bags that broke away to join the fight. Hokoppler expertly moved warrior, shaking its harness, armed with sharp knives back and forth and maimed so, to any number of clones, but there were thousands and thousands and soon the whole horizon was filled with these creatures and insane grimacing . At the end, up about Hokoppler, tore all members and impaled on a pole so pathetic as a banner unfurled, and celebrated their improbable victory dances running as the sky came crashing down on them. ***



Koki meanwhile ventured through the maze of underground pipes, marching swiftly on a red motorcycle, adapted and designed for him by a friend named Akira.
soon noticed the presence of their opponents: the wild rider on the back hairless Lain, a giant mutant rat.
Its specific intention was, without doubt, throw a giant machinery that gave life to exotic energy cannon, which kept open the wormhole. Koki
pursued them to a depth alarming, until at last he could catch them suitable for their shots, just when the tunnels were already oppressively close. Lain
saw it coming and attacked him with his crossbow loaded with acid arrows, Koki in turn fired his gun multiple loads. One of the arrows, however, brushed Koki's face: on his motorcycle skidded and fell wounded. Lain
wanted to finalize, and the large rat blind, came to bring it closer to the jaws of the beast. Koki
recovering just had time to pull the trigger of his gun several times, one of which propelled the bullet that split his face the treacherous Lain. The rat, however, managed to reach him and bit his arm to the elbow. Koki giving a shout, with the other arm emergency drew his revolver and shot the rat desperately to destroy it. Unfortunately the frenzied throes
the huge animal collapsed the walls of the tunnel and soon Koki mad with pain, was caught in its own grave. ***



"Because the man discovers his silence
their beautiful language is withering
the minute it's grief ...
... when everyone started returning to their dumb lethargy
vegetable when acute
lark
is dissolved in water
dawn ... ... when all-finally-what walks or crawls
and everything that flies or anything, everything shrinks
a crack of butterflies,

back to his roots and fatal source of its origins,
until it is reinstalled echoed
in the first dark silence ... "José

Gorostiza, Death endless


Cynthia, after installing the connector in the neck that penetrated into the virtual world of the web ... ...
then flew to the Center of the wise minds Alcocer noosphere, that's where the wise teacher reported Lordvi and Morquei kind of terrible situation. They called for all consciousness to a meeting extraordinary, and I discussed all these bright ethereal presences on possible courses of action, when suddenly one of them began to sing extravagant, the stanzas of the Ode to Joy by Beethoven. Soon all these creatures were driven to form a desperate chorus, as if they were puppets of a foreign consciousness. Suddenly their tongues began to acquire a blue tint and began to fall out of the throat to each of them, between groans of agony. Soon all these creeping fleshy appendages were tied in a huge worm, which completely destroyed, to chase a terrified Cynthia, all precincts of the Centre Alcocer. Then, as he escaped by gardens surrounding the center, Cynthia looked like many young men who had been wandering quiet over there, now pointing in horror at the monstrosity and an abomination of the name shouting "IA Plus." The hideous being he was soon devouring each of these young Hikikomori, and even Cynthia could identify and Schelley Ayanami desperate to be absorbed by the liquid slug huge jaws of the blue. Cynthia Soon
it was cornered under the quivering flesh and pestiferous.
and disappeared into the blackness. ***



Koki buried alive after knowing and without any hope of escape, not even a single charge in saving his mistress, is unhinged altogether, and walked in the dark banging your head against the rough walls, and also screaming bawling throat Cynthia.
the end, exhausted, curled up next to the cold body of the rat mutant and began to sob in the darkness.
After an indeterminate time, I stop, he shuddered and said in a hoarse voice: "It's time ...




*** Cynthia swept the vast expanse of glass temple. Suddenly fell from the sky a ball of hummingbird feathers. It kept the girl in her white apron. Suddenly the glass temple shook. Without feeling any pain Cynthia wanted to give birth and their bowels gushed a little something between bird and man began to grow with the sun's rays. Soon it was a powerful young man with hair wings and hummingbird feathers. Volume
hand to Cynthia and said, "I want to be everything

- Why? - He said the young mother
" I do not know exactly, but I will not be alien to anything.
She stroked his face and told her feathered.
"So rather than wanting to be everything, let everything can be in you ...
Then she pulled him and joined in a sweet and slow dome, and really push each harmonic entire distended, soon joined with such intensity to be merged into a single blue metal began to grow and grow without measure.
virtual reality of the entire network was soon saturated with the foreign substance, and soon all the monitors in the world exploded letting out the substance that flooded the whole world. Synchrony Space Center, Andrew clones began to devour each other were surprised by this stream of mercury drawn like ants led to the cold of an overflowing river.
Maybe the stars themselves fell into heavy liquid, who knows, the truth is that his brilliance was soon clouded, and even the moon seemed to get away alarmed at such a cataclysm.
Koki in his grave laughing out loud, because he realized Finally the blind AI Plus had never been able to find the true center of the Nexus project, the only real weapon that could safeguard the success of the preservation of the universe, his own interior, where it had been implemented in most Deep within his conscience and his being. Outside
all drowned in a celebration of infinite death. Koki
could imagine laughing and crying while bled. ***



"... until all this fertile river
of semen that combines love,
inaccessible to boredom,
the sumptuous wealth of his appetite, does not lead
its very core, in
acre silence of their sources,
between suns glare ambush
where nothing is and nothing is,
where sleep does not hurt,
where anything or anyone, ever dying
and only now, on the great waters,
fleet, the Spirit of God who groans
more crying with a cry that still crying as if hurt
- alas, he too - by a hair
the eye in the death
kernel that emanates from his mouth,
had to end bloody drowned his words. "
Alleluia, Alleluia!

José Gorostiza, Death without end.


Dr. Carmona was in a gazebo in the central observatory in the Andes mountains and, accompanied by the young couple Koki, enjoyed holding the baby Michio and thrown into the air while listening to their children basked joyous laughter.
And to think, I began to love these two young parents a just-and think that everything you've sought for so long out there, "pointing to the snowy peaks and vast sky," he seems to have found in the laughter of your child.
"But then it seems to have found the answer I was looking, he said the smiling young Koki.
"Maybe, maybe not," said Dr. Carmona-reflexive may always knew the answer, but had not known how to express it. Perhaps that is what exists in the personal search to find particular ways of expressing the silence.
And together, the four people, watched the beautiful sunset from the summit. ***


After disposing
nails and teeth, finally achieving a hole between the earth and rocks, it expanded and came to the surface.
looked an infinite ocean of metal and a purple sky where small flakes fell amber light. Strange organic formations jutting above the murky waters that flowed into the beach with bell sounds. Soon
light flakes were grouped and took shape before his eyes dazzled, his parents, Andrew, Lain, Dr. Carmona, Morquei, Hassan-i-Sabbah, the master Brian, Lordvi ... all, all appeared before the Aurola a light, now glitter, and smiled. The turn
smiled and walked over to them, they embraced with tender affection. Gradually
were separated from him and disappeared in flakes of light moved away towards the sea ... ... and rippling
calm metal in the ocean, have faded into the distance, oblivious to the quiet contemplation that performed floating on the water, a quiet presence that no one saw ...
... just Koki, that for a second winged recognized Cynthia still floating on the waves , and then saw it disappear in an instant. Koki
So, haggard and dirty, still smiling, looked at the new world again, then gave one back, and returned without hesitation to the shadows of deep hole to start dreaming. Copyright ©


Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas. All rights reserved.


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Diogenes Laertius or satisfied


For
Fernando Báez (Merida, Venezuela)

Read Diogenes Laertius is one of my bad habits. There are others, of course, but this in particular I've spent several years it is not little. I confess I hate formal and traditional readings and this trend has led me to feel the fascination of some works never reviewed or in any case, marginalized. The Lives of the most famous Greek philosophers "of Laertius, in particular, considered mediocre and pointless, always has given me an inexplicable happiness. I have four versions (Greek, Latin, English and Castilian) of any re-reading this book and I was discouraged. I remember Alfonso Reyes, in a bizarre trial, called it an author "as indispensable as useless." But that reasoning can be taken as soon as he attempts to define. By this I express my disagreement with those who have seen Laertius an informant and not a mere writer. There can certainly be compared to Plutarch. There is no parallel as possible. In part because it lacks the structural view of this and rigorous style. Its purpose is not idealized models, seeks to provide the details to invite the attention of a particular thinker. Not chronological, describing a life and look for traces at the edge of every vice and virtue. But, as pointed out by R. Genaille, his "testimony ..., similar to those of Lucian, Aristophanes, Thucydides, the ancient Greeks restores a normal character of humanity as opposed to those who just want to see them as supermen ...". Perhaps this is what brings me closer to his work. I am not satisfied with the portrait of Socrates, Plato did or Xenophon: I enjoy the Laertius and of Aristophanes' Clouds. " In his "Lives" Laertius gives grace the pages of a story unavoidable to rescue the above scholarship. Against the story itself, against the hermeneutics of philosophical discourse, from the genealogy, their intention is to entertain and inform with precision and pleasure. Socrates, for example, says: "Having been injured for a second time his wife, Xanthippe, and then water over arrojádole replied," Did I not say that when it was raining Xanthippe thunder? "." Humor is a very characteristic guidance signal of exposure as the indiscretion. Bion of Borysthenes said: "I used to take for some young children to be abused in her luxury ...".

Life of Diogenes (also "de") Laertius, however, is invented. As Suidas, Ateneo de Naucratis or Hesychius of Miletus, partially rescued the memory erasing his past. R. Hope says that all feature his is a paradox: a doxographer no doubt confused by hasty readings, a poet impressed by the philosophy and metrics, a daring reporter (forgive the neologism bold) of the nonsense in the world of philosophers, a tireless reader defeated by his own scholarship, a writer who combines the topos Uranus Plato with public masturbation Diogenes of Sinope. At this point we do not have data worth yours and we can not predispose or cheer, which, of course, luck can be a factor as much as perverse. Marcel Schwob had not asked for more time to write his biography.

Almost unanimously confirmed that lived between ages 2 and 3 BC Without evidence, we suspect he was born in a city of Cilicia. We do not know who his parents. Has not been determined in which military or philosophical trend which was his profession. Carlos García Gual considered him a follower of Epicurus: "As representatives of Epicureanism de los siglos II y III de nuestra era, están Diógenes de Enoanda, al que conocemos porque su entusiasmo por Epicuro llegó a tanto que mandó grabar en las columnas de la plaza del mercado de Enoanda, para que todos pudieran leerlas, inscripciones pertenecientes a la física y a la moral de Epicuro, y Dógenes Laercio, que a comienzos del siglo III redacta la erduita historia de la filosofía griega...". Con menor fundamento algunos ensayistas lo identifican como un miembro del neoplatonismo. Otros lo acercan al escepticismo. En lo personal, discrepo absolutamente de semejantes posiciones: seis o siete relecturas de su obra me llevan a creer que fue un noble perteneciente a un círculo de eclécticos, lector voraz antes que seguidor a philosophical position and perhaps a vague prestige poet philosophy found a place of comfort and motivation. Love, prepared, according to the gossips, who are always there, to a woman named Arria, their Lives and judgments of the most important Greek philosophers, "or, according to another version," Lives of the most famous Greek philosophers. " This occurred between 225 and 250 AD. Metric to show off their knowledge, allowed the dissemination of "Panmetro" poems in which he boasted of all styles metric used by the great classics and demonstrated the technique in the hands of a bad poet, is a subterfuge that exhausts all forms there is not move the reader. In one of his epigrams, dedicated to Anaxagoras, said:
"That the Sun is burning mass
Anaxagoras said, and therefore
was sentenced to death.

What Pericles delivered his disciple:
but he learned from languor,
know let life volunteer. "


I have on hand the trials of E. Schwarz, RD Hicks, Arnaldo Momigliano, Antonio Alegre Gorri and others on Diogenes Laertius and his "Lives of the most famous Greek philosophers." Brilliant, tireless, intense, concise, above. It would be an honor, indeed, share their observations, but I want to convey, to the extent that is possible, a personal version of a book that does not hesitate to call classic. I'm interested too to avail myself of the voice of others to explain. What continues to worry me to read, to put it bluntly, is its uneven: I suspect that was not written originally as a single book. Moreover, there is a phrase, for a woman, in Book III, which makes me believe that the text around Plato was the first of the series: "And you, quite rightly, a lover of Plato, and askest with great diligence the dogmas of the philosopher, I have had for inexcusable write about the nature of his style, the order of the dialogues and the series of his doctrine, in my power to reach, touching all elementary and summarily, so as not to lack a sufficient notice of his life and work ...". This unusual and dislocated prologue of the scenes will surely love this short, had to leave the idea of \u200b\u200ba kind biographical dictionary of the history of the philosophy of his time, which was not new to his contemporaries.

No impartial Laertius, Diogenes the cynic more interested in Aristotle, say. tendentious, favors their tastes in ten chapters of his work: the doctrines of Plato, Cyrenaica, the Stoics, Skeptics and a very special place, that of Epicurus, who delivers letters and showing maximum the great admiration he professed. Between book and book notes that, contrary to those reported by several critics, there is a powerful group of thinkers system that fits in schools classified as Alexandrian point of view. What moves a vision in which philosophers are dogmatic or skeptical, Ionic (if descended from Anaximander) or italics (if descended from Pythagoras), and involves the division of philosophy into three units: physical, moral and dialectics. Attributed to stem exclusively from Greek philosophy, by name and function. Do not skimp when sources provide a detail: the number of authors that it is immense. There whole passages that verge on plagiarism, paraphrasing or quotation too blatant or timely. Or was it a pedantic reader chronic or massive. Indiscriminately used books Antigonus of Caristo, philosopher, biographer of painters, sculptors and thinkers, Hermippus of Smyrna, librarian, author of a famous "Lives of great men" of Socionics Alexandria, doxographer, Apollodorus of Athens, famous compiler of Demetrius of Magnesia, author of a memorable treatise on the poets and writers homonyms, Diocles of Magnesia, doxographer, historian, friend of the poet Meleager of Favorino, historian and philosopher, as well as many others (Panfilo Heráclides Pontic Hecateo, Duris, etc. .)

In each biography, and according to the information available, the method of exposure is invariably Laertius: Life develops from a family link ("Euclid was a native of Megara, a town near the Isthmus, or according to some, Gela ...") and philosophical ("- Archelaus - was a pupil of Anaxagoras and teacher of Socrates, who first brought the Ionian natural philosophy ..."), Athens presents an anecdotal format, where combines character, vices, virtues, life journey, cites literature (as thoroughly overwhelming as in the life of Theophrastus), summarizes his thought, if they thinks fit, provides a curious document or essential supplies a poem of his or someone else and ends with what was a common Hellenistic enjoyment of coincidences of names and variety of trades. Can not believe that it meets this permanently (the life of Diogenes of Apollonia and others are done with all the reluctance imaginable), but when it does provides invaluable data. Laertius does not intend ever to idealize the vast universe of the life of a thinker, not an analysis or further postulates a vagary metaphysics. Modest as few, is an author who defends life as the main starting point for philosophical discussion. Is able to synthesize an abstract speculation without accepting its aftermath.

Laertius, in every line, every page, gives the impression of being a biographer who achieves his task force stopped appealing to authority or historical criticism. Spontaneity, with an undesirable, is abruptly shoved aside in favor of a harsh comment. Your attempt was a defense against acute scholarship of his time, but it had two writers who struggled to distinguish: the collector, antiques dealer and loan shark lives of special and sensitive poetic thinker, whose work safeguards, with silence or indiscreet revelations happy, the remarkable story of group of men that informed one of the boldest moves and effective cooling of the planet. Nothing less. Or anything else.

Considering the sheer pleasure in the "Lives of the most famous Greek philosophers" would recommend reading the biographies of Heraclitus, Diogenes of Sinope, called The Cynic, of Citium Zeno, Pythagoras, Socrates, and Demetrius Falero Epicurus. Anecdotes and data are arranged with such a sense of humor and philosophy that are irresistible. Fragments anthology a great extent. Suffice it to a sample: "- Diogenes - being in an unclean bathroom, said:" Those who bathe here, where they wash? "." Another says: "He sent - Epimenides - once his father to his field with a sheep, and deviated from the road, when noon came to a cave, and slept there for fifty-seven. Awakened after this time, he sought the sheep, thinking he had only slept for a while, but finding it turned into the field, and as I saw it all from another aspect, and even field to another owner, marveled at end, he went to the city. He wanted to enter his house, and asking who was found with his younger brother, then an old man, who knew of his mouth the whole truth. Known for that of all Greece, which had as beloved of the gods ...". The happiness does not stop once you start reading this prodigious. At least for me, never ended. I think even I'm just at the dawn of that enjoyment.

Postscript. Despite numerous adverse judgments continuity in the work of Laertius transmission is a fact undeniable. It was and remains very well read. José Ortiz Sainz, Castilian translator, wrote in the eighteenth century to the version used "the famous Graeco-Latin edition of Laertius given by Enrique Westenio in Amsterdam, the year of 1692, cum not. Var., In two volumes in 4to." But long before Borbonicus manuscripts (XII century) and the Laurentianus (XIII century) have provided compelling issues with the call is editio princeps of 1533 and was made in Basel, the legendary Hieronymus Frobenius. In 1850 CG

Cobet prepared an issue. In 1950 appeared in the Loeb Library version "Lives of Eminent Philosophers" by RD Hicks, and it is this that I used for the composition of this short text. Have the opportunity, I hope that a frustrated version started in January 1989 reached a happy ending some day.

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brief indiscretion Dimensions of Hell VII-Greed


For
Ademir Jesus Morales Rojas

With reference to Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto VII.

Witnessing as Dante and Virgil entered its reserved, Pluto threatened them with a jargon of dark interjections Greek, Latin, and Hebrew. However, Virgil was able to make sense of bravado, and in addition to smother the danger, urging the devil to submit on behalf of the divine power.
is possible in this notice, then good and evil are able to understand each other, either because they both come from the same source, where they were inseparable and therefore the world was completely different in its evaluative dimension, or because basically still together and form a secret unit that basis, a reality that only pragmatic habit we tend to branch, through the work of a thoughtless Manichaeism. ***



"There I saw more condemned than any other part, which formed in two rows, rushed from one to the other enormous weights with all the effort of his chest, shouting loudly: dábanse big hits , and then back again each exclaiming: - Why are you? Why do you waste? "

As these sad beings show, is already condemned who monopolizes much, since it misses the mark. Which aims to Wholeness denotes excessive ambition, a little judicious calculation of own scope, because home can express the simple concept of all totality is an act delimiter, which can only be understood by what it leaves out, so fails to grasp. There is a wealth that might make sense if it is in relation to what has not. ***



The lavish act the same way, only more clever, try to hide their greed in negative terms, trying to grab the blue. When they realize what their actions unsatisfactory, it is too late: they have thrown themselves, tied to rock torment. ***



"Then you can see, my son, how quickly passes the breath of the assets of the Fortuna, by which the human race proud and complaint. All the gold that exists under the moon, and everyone who ever lived, can not give a moment's peace to one of those weary souls. "

So that is consistently expressed, that all men accumulated wealth , are not worth one tear motivated by pain, since ultimately both shine with the light, but only one of two gives evaporates over time, and therefore, increases its value. ***





"Teacher, Fortuna show me what that you speak of, and thus you are holding the world's goods.
And he replied:
- Oh, crazy creatures! How great is the ignorance that they lost! "

should be noted that only straying in darkness, it was like Dante, eventually, managed to ascend to Heaven. In such a way that if ignorance is what allows total disorientation, unexpectedly, will become our largest and most abundant source of wealth.
"Blessed are the poor in spirit that theirs is the kingdom of heaven." ***



"Behold why as a nation dominates another languishes, as judged by Him who is hidden, like the snake in the grass. "

then responsible for the present, overwhelming and immersed in inequality, no fruits are dedicated to providing prohibited, they speculate now ... ***



"Your changes have no truce, the need requires it to be fast, for it changes everything in the world so often. Such is this, who so often reproached should extol them, and who blaspheme and curse for no reason. But she is happy, and not hear the curses: happy among the first creatures, continuing his work and enjoys the bliss. " Undoubtedly

Dante is not contained in manifest once again in this passage, that his great fortune is Beatrice, ie women. ***



"Son, looks at the souls of those who have been dominated by anger ..."

And if the area is hellish prodigal greedy and connects with the angry, perhaps because it is delivered to extreme anger, but not until they capture self consumption. And then give generously, to head against the void.
So, no more, no less.


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