The woman you see in this picture (which I do not do it justice) has more than forty years, is as beautiful as the sun, soda, hot and stunning body with a beautiful girl. But it is also extraordinarily intelligent, sensitive and affectionate helpful and generous.
I had the privilege to love and to receive all his love for 36 years, our entire adult life, I had the nerve to betray a thousand times without ever being returned, I had the need to always love with you to see, inevitably, that the bodies of my other (passionate and beautiful) women could not withstand any comparison. I had, finally, the agony of dying in the arms messing around, day after day, night after night, in total solitude of those who ought to feel crushed by unsolicited advice (and still do not have any glimmer of intelligence or sensitivity) knowing that it can not do nothing to save her, knowingly deceiving be able to hew out of the death even when it is no longer able to walk, talk, swallow ... but still manages to smile.
But in this photo, oddly, "Migi Me" does not have his usual smile, charming and full of love, there still has not (or at least not known to have) a number of abnormal cells, and multi-faceted - they yes! - The Almighty, who will eat your brain, the dignity of life, who will make fun of all the unlikely event of a merciful god, or even moderately sadistic, which will consolidate my unconditional disgust towards those who are already willing to pray, even to flatter a such a monster!
Of course I do not believe in God, even if the hypothesis threatening its existence has misled my preadolescence, torturing (thankfully briefly) my hormones and my intelligence, I fished in that superstitious fear of a hypothetical ancestral eternal damnation that has always been the cause of concrete earthly damnations.
But the point is this: to believe in God (especially in a god so shamelessly anthropomorphic) is, in light of incontrovertible scientific knowledge today, a matter of sheer ignorance, to which you may therefore recognize a form of pity (but always dangerous!) indulgence.
No, the problem is different, and far more serious. Let's pretend that this god actually exists, and corresponds exactly quell'onnipotente a criminal psychopath who is carefully photographed in the Bible (in the Bible, I repeat, not in my descriptions). Well, what can we think of those who are willing to "pray and worship" such a mug? What lesson "moral" we can learn from these people who sell their idol with a yearning for praise and celebration and give a "mysterious divine plan" the cause of their deaths?
One can only shudder!
Consider, then, to the thriving industry of "miracle" (other than Vanna Marchi!), And assume that behind that of money swirling around something is true, ignoring for a moment, the various statistical studies serious to the contrary about the so-called "miracle cures" let's pretend, to understand, that Our Lady of Vattelapesca or Padre Pio on duty have actually given these incomprehensible phenomena (which occur, however, with identical statistical incidence, even in the absence prayers and rituals of other barbarians). Let us admit that it's all true, and at that point, let us ask ourselves the following question: why a significant minority of people are granted this privilege that is denied but the vast majority (with particular reference to the many innocent children astray from the most painful diseases) ?
How do you consider "gentlemen" (or "ladies" in the case of the varied landscape of the Madonna that we have) like ministers of God, corrupt, biased, cruel as their omnipotent coordinator?
At this point, however, I would not want my diary is framed as an outright atheist manifesto: I'm sorry if you confuse the part with the whole, the effect for the cause. Atheism is the logical and inevitable consequence of free thought and, in general, jump over the fence. "
But the problems of the fence are many and varied. Cooper warned about the dangerous fallacy of believing what you use "obvious," Karl Marx and asked us to live as we think to avoid thinking about how we live.
Our lives (and our society) is heavily influenced by inhibition, guilt, fear, superstition and death instinct (Thanatos), but - even worse! - Unable to free itself from its own barbarism by virtue of dogma and prejudice.
Or rather, the first category of limitations, being characterized by purely emotional roots, it is more difficult to remove, while the latter "should" be accessible to reflection, critical intelligence and spirit, and "could", then point, provide a valuable aid to the quality of life and inner freedom of the individual.
"Beyond the fence "interprets this very desperate (but not useless!) attempt to oppose the arrogant stupidity of the dogma Energy (humility) of a critical spirit and at the same time, to transmit a bit 'of that freedom of mind - unfortunately - it acquires when it is no longer anything to lose.
that any day I've really lost everything (love, family, work, wealth, friends) I still refused compassion (because I would not have had anyway, do not be fooled!) And now I feel sad, but " Tough, and my goal is to convey to those who want what profit there was in my recent experience, more than ever in our thinking.
I know that my company will be a failure (in terms of numbers, not quality of audience), and I also know that if it does not I'll be dying a violent death ... but even that scares me.
Sure, 54 years (I hope well worn, but there are, there is also a healthy "gut"), my "sad happiness" is supported by an embarrassing number of women who fall in love with me (much more when I was 20), new young friends who appreciate me and from which I draw a lot, because I pay my dues (slowly, but I pay them!) only for a choice of fairness (because they have nothing else to seizures), the fact that I do not mind the difference between when - a few years ago - earned (and declared as the last of idiots!) a sea of \u200b\u200bmoney and now, instead I gain time to time what I need to live (and in this sense are much more "rich" when I was a millionaire ...).
I had the privilege to love and to receive all his love for 36 years, our entire adult life, I had the nerve to betray a thousand times without ever being returned, I had the need to always love with you to see, inevitably, that the bodies of my other (passionate and beautiful) women could not withstand any comparison. I had, finally, the agony of dying in the arms messing around, day after day, night after night, in total solitude of those who ought to feel crushed by unsolicited advice (and still do not have any glimmer of intelligence or sensitivity) knowing that it can not do nothing to save her, knowingly deceiving be able to hew out of the death even when it is no longer able to walk, talk, swallow ... but still manages to smile.
But in this photo, oddly, "Migi Me" does not have his usual smile, charming and full of love, there still has not (or at least not known to have) a number of abnormal cells, and multi-faceted - they yes! - The Almighty, who will eat your brain, the dignity of life, who will make fun of all the unlikely event of a merciful god, or even moderately sadistic, which will consolidate my unconditional disgust towards those who are already willing to pray, even to flatter a such a monster!
Of course I do not believe in God, even if the hypothesis threatening its existence has misled my preadolescence, torturing (thankfully briefly) my hormones and my intelligence, I fished in that superstitious fear of a hypothetical ancestral eternal damnation that has always been the cause of concrete earthly damnations.
But the point is this: to believe in God (especially in a god so shamelessly anthropomorphic) is, in light of incontrovertible scientific knowledge today, a matter of sheer ignorance, to which you may therefore recognize a form of pity (but always dangerous!) indulgence.
No, the problem is different, and far more serious. Let's pretend that this god actually exists, and corresponds exactly quell'onnipotente a criminal psychopath who is carefully photographed in the Bible (in the Bible, I repeat, not in my descriptions). Well, what can we think of those who are willing to "pray and worship" such a mug? What lesson "moral" we can learn from these people who sell their idol with a yearning for praise and celebration and give a "mysterious divine plan" the cause of their deaths?
One can only shudder!
Consider, then, to the thriving industry of "miracle" (other than Vanna Marchi!), And assume that behind that of money swirling around something is true, ignoring for a moment, the various statistical studies serious to the contrary about the so-called "miracle cures" let's pretend, to understand, that Our Lady of Vattelapesca or Padre Pio on duty have actually given these incomprehensible phenomena (which occur, however, with identical statistical incidence, even in the absence prayers and rituals of other barbarians). Let us admit that it's all true, and at that point, let us ask ourselves the following question: why a significant minority of people are granted this privilege that is denied but the vast majority (with particular reference to the many innocent children astray from the most painful diseases) ?
How do you consider "gentlemen" (or "ladies" in the case of the varied landscape of the Madonna that we have) like ministers of God, corrupt, biased, cruel as their omnipotent coordinator?
At this point, however, I would not want my diary is framed as an outright atheist manifesto: I'm sorry if you confuse the part with the whole, the effect for the cause. Atheism is the logical and inevitable consequence of free thought and, in general, jump over the fence. "
But the problems of the fence are many and varied. Cooper warned about the dangerous fallacy of believing what you use "obvious," Karl Marx and asked us to live as we think to avoid thinking about how we live.
Our lives (and our society) is heavily influenced by inhibition, guilt, fear, superstition and death instinct (Thanatos), but - even worse! - Unable to free itself from its own barbarism by virtue of dogma and prejudice.
Or rather, the first category of limitations, being characterized by purely emotional roots, it is more difficult to remove, while the latter "should" be accessible to reflection, critical intelligence and spirit, and "could", then point, provide a valuable aid to the quality of life and inner freedom of the individual.
"Beyond the fence "interprets this very desperate (but not useless!) attempt to oppose the arrogant stupidity of the dogma Energy (humility) of a critical spirit and at the same time, to transmit a bit 'of that freedom of mind - unfortunately - it acquires when it is no longer anything to lose.
that any day I've really lost everything (love, family, work, wealth, friends) I still refused compassion (because I would not have had anyway, do not be fooled!) And now I feel sad, but " Tough, and my goal is to convey to those who want what profit there was in my recent experience, more than ever in our thinking.
I know that my company will be a failure (in terms of numbers, not quality of audience), and I also know that if it does not I'll be dying a violent death ... but even that scares me.
Sure, 54 years (I hope well worn, but there are, there is also a healthy "gut"), my "sad happiness" is supported by an embarrassing number of women who fall in love with me (much more when I was 20), new young friends who appreciate me and from which I draw a lot, because I pay my dues (slowly, but I pay them!) only for a choice of fairness (because they have nothing else to seizures), the fact that I do not mind the difference between when - a few years ago - earned (and declared as the last of idiots!) a sea of \u200b\u200bmoney and now, instead I gain time to time what I need to live (and in this sense are much more "rich" when I was a millionaire ...).
And also the fact that my children ("our" children) are now big, healthy and happy (despite the endless sadness of those who feel they have lost a mother immeasurable!) And may know that I am an unrepentant womanizer, that I am not afraid to die, that I was 21 years in prison with very serious charges (although even the judges knew very well that I had not committed any crime!), which I have no problem coming back, nor innocent nor guilty, not more than even the (few) social conventions that had made me - despite everything - a " estimated gentleman ", and anyway I am now definitely ..." over the fence. " And do not wish to return ...
