Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Trauma And The Twisted Bowel

When you get to the point where you do not care anymore

Already in the late nineteenth century, Lev Tolstoy, taking the piss out of politicians, always engaged in unnecessary and lavish banquets called peace conference, criticized the concept of political revolution, arguing that the way to solve problems humanity is not doing, is the not-doing, it is not that to have acted to change things, it is, very simply, to stop doing what is unethical, military service, just to mention a striking, because every horror comes from a social individual error, so there are no shortcuts, the horror will disappear only when each of us, illuminated by a greater understanding, it will be free from errors, is what Henry David Thoreau called civil disobedience .

All this to say that the fact that I just put the iron in the basement, because I decided that it will stretch no more, is not laziness, it is civil disobedience, among other things, this means four hours of life more each week, at a minimum, and besides the wrinkles are beautiful things, I would say almost poetic, ecstatic gaze is lost in the charm of the thousand ripples unequal, "Maybe for me I would do it too," he says, "but it would be taken badly by many people with whom I deal every day, "I understand, but I think the question can be answered definitively by the following words of Jimi Hendrix: When you get to the point where you do not care any more about what others may say, you're close to heaven .

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