The conspiracies and the human stupidity, walking arm to arm, have come to oppress us since at least conspiracies play a serious role in our lives finally. For human stupidity, there is no need to make the slightest hint. Stupidity lives and reigns and is conquering the whole world. But what happens in reality? Let’s start with the second. By the word stupidity, I am not referring to the various failures a person does in his life in his attempt to survive. At the same time, he also does multiple acts of wit. But there is an average that generally characterizes him. I would add that the average of earthly humanity and not of individual people, is probably low in the dipole of stupidity-wit. The result is that this does not allow him to have open horizons in the way his mind is working and falls victim to those who
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I’ve recently completed an extraordinary four weeks of research, writing and travel in Spain, ending in Barcelona after two weeks in Toledo, via a few days stay in both Zaragoza and Burgos. The pressure of unfamiliar places, the space to devote time to walking and soaking up the places, and writing, is perspective altering. A whole month away to dive deep into a passion is a privilege and a challenge and I can feel shifts taking place in how I view my use of time and the nature of my future work. Life, David Henry Thoreau tells us, is precious. We do not want to find ourselves at the end of it having not lived. So how do we know that we are living, that we are sucking out the marrow of life? For me it has to do with the courage to live as the person I want to
If You Only Read A Few Books In 2018, Read TheseIf you’d liked to be jerked around less, provoked less, and more productive and inwardly focused, where should you start?To me, the answer is obvious: by turning to wisdom. Below is a list of 21 books that will help lead you to a better, stronger 2018. Mr. Eternity by Aaron Thier / The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas These books really have nothing to do with the events of 2016 but they are long and entertaining and they will make you forget your problems for the next 12 months. I thought I’d read Monte Cristo as a kid, but clearly I didn’t. Because the actual book is a 1,200 page epic of some of the most brilliant, beautiful and complicated storytelling ever put to paper. What a book! When I typed out my notes (and quotes) after finishing this book, it ran some
And as expected you rushed in to take sides. What does your reaction indicate? That you practiced violence – in the form of rushing-, and didn’t give your mind time to think and act. So simple, so clear. If life was based on not practicing violence, it would NOT EXIST. The well-known genetics motto Fight or Flight is the answer to all questions. Some generations back, our (Greek) grandparents, had this saying that “beating came out of paradise” and they meant it in a gentle way with more love than a lot of today’s grandparents. For them, the necessary practice of some form of violence was required to prepare us for the difficulties of life. We had to learn to survive. But let’s focus for a moment in the “survival”. These words, violence, and survival share a common root (not only in the ancient Greek language – via & vios
The rear view of the back side? Isn’t that the front side? “Why, who says so?” “Well it doesn’t take a genius to figure out it’s a pseudo question!” It’s literally a false dilemma and I agree without hesitation. In our absolute world, there is a front and a rear view. It is self-evident -and I would add at the same time utterly reasonable- that the backs of all things can only have a single front face and this is what we see. But once we turn an object to look at its back, this new view automatically becomes our front view -since it is in front of us now- and the front face, has become the back side. The absurd is hidden in the concept of the word ‘front view.’ Our front view is not necessarily the front side of an object. For the objects, I do not think
I had it on Holy Week, but one of my social networking friends, was against the atheists that are provoking the good Christians these holly days and requested to let her enjoy them. Her request was absolutely correct. Even though, I am against them all the days of the year, and not for the reasons you imagine, but let’s keep that for another time. The dream I had was the following: A bunch of angels had taken on the role of a postman. A lovely morning -sounds good- one of them knocked on the door of a rosy cheecks gentleman who at that time was having his milk with his wife while eating fresh chocolate croissants. When this sweet man opened the door, the angel gave him an invitation. “What is it about?” the gentleman asked. “It’s an invitation to a conference,” the angel replied. “Will I be the lecturer?”