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The four injured

The " narcissistic wounds" of modernity as Freud are those who, in one form or another man dismounted favorite place in which he himself had set in the universe.

Chronologically they are: the heliocentric theory of Copernicus, the theory of Darwinian evolution, and exposure of the unconscious by Freud himself.

Copernicus us out of our privileged place in the world, the center of the solar system. Also dilutes the finiteness of the Aristotelian universe closed to establish a cool and quiet area filled with more questions than answers for the soul of man. Darwin

by his side that lashes out at high pedestal where we kept apart from other living creatures and inert, as semi-divine beings created in our image and likeness. Now we have no religious power to subdue and enslave the animals before we are consigned to also be mere animals, fruit of chance and climate variations.

Freud finally destroys the hidden pipes of human reason teaches us to observe as being manipulated by our own instincts unknown. We have no doubt that all our evidence alleged to be based on rational and uncontrolled passions.

A wound on our place in the world, about our origin, one on our right. However, there is a fourth wound that few recognize but that has always been there, a hidden wound that defines us in a negative and persistent. A shadow which is not to reduce or humble, but displaying our shame and lack of reflection on ourselves and the rest of the universe. That wound has no name, no character, nor is any theory that can be refuted, and I can only explain laboriously and clumsily.

The question that allows us to recognize our wound is simple: in all those infinite stars that constitute our universe will there be intelligent beings, brothers beings like us, or is it just we alone in the universe?

reflect on the possible answers:

• We are not alone, there is at least one planet where life has sprouted like here, as a steamy infection causing all the amazing world edema.
  

But if on another planet life was possible, then it is not a singular event, but a repeatable pattern, boring and comfortable.

• Or are we the only ones, there is no planet where life has its way through rotting mechanisms.
  

But if life on another planet has never existed, then life is a unique event that does not respond to any plan or law, is simply lost, desperate and absurd.

What occurs then is a dilemma now comprises two islands decayed by the same turbulent water and ignorance. This open our flesh wound in two and discover the nakedness of the bone, white and porous vacuum that we're done ... is to be aware that our life is carried out in the light of this miserable darkness is really scary.

The horns of the dilemma

reflect on the two horns of the dilemma.

Horn 1: Suppose first that we are unique. If we are alone then the vast universe is due to mechanisms that do not belong to us and those who do not belong. We are so unhappy organisms they eat, mate, are killed and excreted without any sense ... I remember listening to a
Once one of the most famous arguments presented in favor of the opposite idea (are not alone): " If indeed we are alone in the universe, is not it a waste of space? " ... That stupid as surprising. The universe to news accounts or what the damn economy of space (as if it were self-evident that the cosmos was decorated by a fucking minimalist). The argument claims to be religiously neutral, aims to put man in a materialistic context where evolution plays a major role and where it makes sense to terrestrial creatures because it makes them belong to a biological popular, democratic. But the argument is nothing but a miserable " should be " rationalist, a useless object that lacks both pseudorazonamiento confirmation as of honor, a desperate expression of Agalychnis, the cowardly fear our own stupidity. What a waste of space or that nonsense.

Until recently felt admiration for physicists, astronomers and cosmologists humanistic style Paraplegic Carl Sagan or that, but no thanks to the Lord my God that I trust him, and I reserve the insults because I imagine the jodiéndome people because they do not respect either the most brilliant minds of this century (as if the word "brilliant mind" was consistent readers idiots corner).

Horn 2: Suppose now that we are not alone, we are simply a manifestation of an infinite cluster of events like ourselves, the universe so full of life and intelligence. But then there is no decent human being. Creations of God?, What a god prolific promiscuous and desperate?, "Ejaculating wildly about the millions of cardinal points of the sky? ... Or are we simply a consequence of a natural law just as fertile a deity herself hopeless? Anyway, do not really understand what we expect of our existence if the cosmos is crowded minds, arms, intestines that often choke on other intestines, eyes absorbing the sap of things from eons ago. Compared to this universe of wealth and mind our own world is more than a humiliation. Compared to the rest of the cosmos we ourselves are our most shameful moral refutation.

Those are the two horns of the dilemma. That is the great wound that I wanted to find out awkwardly. How is it possible that human beings can go on pretending to ignore the cosmic drama that is hidden by a curtain of darkness. A theater that defines us as absurd or as a shame.

I, I know why, know why the man can go so commonplace and foolish. It is ignorance. Do not really know the answer to the dilemma we can pretend it does not exist, rather we are faced with a dilemma useless, false predicament that is useless and that only takes a vacant and pseudo-intelligence. That is the reason why man is not able to penetrate his own sore with your finger.

Only imagine that the human being with absolute certainty to submit a response to the dilemma that their world is over. For us to invade the absolute and despotic terror of loneliness, or shame invade us of clumsy children recognize weak, culicagados full of older brothers (or even if we found only minor, if we are more mature than what has been encountered in the pursuit of stability of matter, for that if it was not to give budge with the idea that the entire universe is nothing but a colossal shit rectal arising from the uniqueness of Nothing (what you've eaten to shit that? The one question I'm afraid but I may make a tangential reflection [1 ])) .

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But that's not all. Because I am convinced it is possible to feel disturbed without specific response to the dilemma is revealed. The reason is that whatever the answer may imply the same result: If we are alone, then the whole universe is a large arid symmetry, a large repeating pattern that has us just as vile than not it be taken into account. If, however, we are not alone the universe, then he is again a large repeating pattern, and we are just a grain of sand, a byproduct of any equation boring.

If we are alone then the universe is a repeating pattern. If we are not alone then the universe is a repeating pattern.
How are you two options spread over all possible human worlds, then this universe, no matter what happens, is the same stupidity around a pattern. A perfect circle is not capable of movement or evolution, a sketch in black and white.

probably the entire universe is only growing sick of something much more tedious, big and encompassing, a great joke very well planned ... God created the universe, the universe creates the stars, the stars create the planets, the planets generate life, the life of necessity, the need to create the meat, creating a need, the flesh and the need to create the ape, ape sharpening flint the flint creates Man, Man created God, who created the universe. One universe that has enabled the existence of the flint, which has created man. In the macrocosm God, Man and Flint are kept very busy. Semicircles of a single geometry without cause rolling downhill, and then climb. And again. Vertigo is an existential feel like vomiting.

So I do not believe in multiple varieties or illusory or creative. Products are of the passions of those who do not believe in the true blessing of meat, the sensuality. You can not feel anxious or hopeless then, in principle, has always lived in darkness. The only joy Inside I feel is that we are also repetitive in our bodies flows a voracious microscopic realm, a paradise like this one that we recycle in our death. Perhaps there are gods there, but there is this inner world, and in this world is a jungle in this world do not know, but I love, and the forest itself there and persevere. A microscopic jungle but real, not illusory or metaphorical ... Man along their days feeding on seeds, spores and dust raised from parasites with no name. Without knowing a forest has grown in his belly sick. Tigers stay there, dwelling in caves lung worm.

my jungle in the night I dive. Crawling on the leaves, and between almost human cries of agitation, I follow the path of feces thrown to the accumulation of my primates. Here comes another intelligence or does not come any. Particularly nasty details.

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[1] This thought obviously hides a paradox:
If the universe was shit, then the year should have been before him. But then, where was the year before?. Well, in a meta-universe could answer, and then the new question is how did this meta-universe, and if it was screwed up the meta-universe itself, then its source must be in a meta-meta-universe and so on ad nauseam . This obviously (?) Is unacceptable.
But apart from the above logical problem, another problem is this: that each universe used as food and fucked up the previous body, generating an unimaginable nutritional degradation of matter in the cosmos.
The only possible solution to this problem is to admit that the universe itself is shit. Please do not let the metaphor-digestive physiological blots possible reasonable solution to the serious problem of the origin.

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happiness ... Politicorum

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almost divine wisdom of Wikipedia happiness is "an emotion result of fluid neural activity in which internal and external factors interact stimulating the limbic system." From my perspective this definition of happiness is crap. Not for being wrong, but because it is perhaps correct it.

According to the definition quoted above happiness, to put it simply, is attached to activities that achieve an effective exchange of fluids of a subject with its environment. From this perspective, a beer, and removed the snot cum fall within the activities that make us happy with good reason and to the same extent. There may be other ways to define happiness seem to be determined by these physiological ridiculous, but everything is a delicious deception.

contemplate, for example, the call Maslow pyramid . According to Maslow's physiological needs are met is just the base of the pyramid of happiness. Then there are the physical and social security at a higher level of friendship and other feelings related, then the social recognition, and the narrow tip of the pyramid, self-fulfillment (just a little assholes have access to that level (correct : being assholes allowed reach that level)).

Maslow's pyramid is a testament to the idiocy of the Western discourse on happiness. Beginning because, if we are honest, the pyramid should be reversed. Its top edge should be the satisfaction of physiological needs, not the base. The other needs only serve as a springboard to meet more effectively and conveniently these primitive needs. For example, it is that human beings want to achieve recognition after it has satisfied the other, is that recognition serves generally to achieve physiological purposes more efficiently and without much difficulty.

the extent that we are animals we are only really interested in eating, drinking away the pain, a good orgasm, hopefully it will not work, and we do not fuck sleep. We're like pigs in the style of Bentham, and no way to deny it without seeming naive or stupid (sorry, correct, naive and stupid). Maslow pyramid can take your, roll, and do with it what best to help your happiness.

The pursuit of happiness in spirituality and in such antics do not work for anyone, even if it is so fashionable now. Half maybe what you get is a reversal of the drive. But as we've had to give the world only we become more attached to it. When given the importance it has, we are now more than ever the desire chains.

Then it is well charred all I can say about happiness and its possible definitions, if I've missed something let me know no more. But that's not all bad as the behavior of those who believe in this world have reached the pinnacle of happiness. Zoo monkeys deliberately mounted on top of the tree in the world with eyes and tongue loose, while heaving a great time masturbating in front of people amazed that, rather than shocked, celebrates with joy the fluid their faces fall from the heights.

not understand That I am doing an apologetics of sadness, tragedy, drama and pain. I do not defend the sadness, tragedy, drama or pain, because these feelings and events are on the same level of happiness, how to define happiness, but having their pork as opposed to its right next to reference?.

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I am amazed at the way humans define happiness. But that's not all, most shocking of all is the value they place ... Happiness: The End of purposes. Please rightly the human world is so fucked. The more I reflect about the speech on happiness more I am convinced that happiness is a nasty shit we want to sell, not to mention the currency with which we paid.

live our lives by streamlining our happiness to the extent that we lose all really interesting events around us. The world happens before our eyes but we are too desperate to see him rubbing against the well and really enjoy it.

world threatens us with truths and dangers as we continue to face smiling as retarded.

The wonder, the beauty of the world is constituted in nature because it is unjust, cruel and greedy. Happiness is fully excluded from this complex organism that is the world. Only humans have built a separate kingdom where you can define themselves as happy, indulgent and healthy. Also, place where those values \u200b\u200bas the end of life. That is why every man walled buildings have the taste of the anguish and despair of one who means nothing, nothing except what he wants to mean. The dignity of man, his being free, its ability to be happy, its power to shape their own world, so the best evidence of his lack of courage, its stupidity.

Excluding the obvious: that anthropological realm of idiocy is not just a gray sand spit accident of physics, biology and history, and even look good in this place a comprehensive description of this artificial mammalian kingdom do not think it necessary ... How is it possible to live happily in this world of shit?. Only belong to the shit, settling well in his warmth. Lords and ladies, you should get the smell while you can.

What, then, from my point of view the purpose of life?. In fact, that there is no specific purpose, but if I have to bet I've opted for years to the wonder and irony, and only the latter can be achieved with some bitterness (not necessarily is synonymous with sorrow, nor contrary to happiness). What I mean is that you have some poisoned the soul to have a fair view of the world. The irony of course is activity of thought, and thinking is essentially insolent. The malparidez own sincere thought is only possible embedded in the heart of darkness ... I am speaking on this point circularities useless, so I shut up. I raise rather a greeting to the Schopenhauer secret we should all carry inside, and those who do not have that penalty, continue sticking shots in the soul happy, as my teacher . Their happiness, their complacency and stupidity exist for I can mock something in the silence of my room, so that together we help.

III some time ago I learned of a bizarre short film called Rubber Johnny of Chris Cunningham ( advise him here, that only lasts 6 min ). This excellent piece of art (this without irony) gradually has become in my mind the purest representation of human beings and their pursuit of happiness ...

We as ridiculous acquiring Rubber Johnnies happiness through the most absurd fantasies. Damn greasy slide abortions that condoms used in the multiple penises of our own stupidity. Letting the softness in our vaginas pulsating gangrenosum and dirty world that we have forged. Accompanied by our shitty big-headed dogs as dirty and worthy as us. Snorting the white powder on the silly, the ridiculous bodoquería ad nauseam ... Do not make so much noise, Johnny, who is coming god father opened the door again, the universe and you will damage the party of happiness your world of darkness. Follow torciéndote elastic so you can more easily reach your own genitals. Please Do not give up your dream of DJ Mix Dancer to all deformed paraplegic thousand worlds stool you clean up right where the produce ... But here the voice is the same Johnny Human given encouragement to himself.

If happiness is that, you can leave me bitter, then fucking tell me. I shall be delighted, and a happy smile will be my answer.

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De natura ... O On the Nature of Politics (and not the latin fuck that I have invented)

brothers Oh ... I want to share an experience I had when I tried to understand the meaning of the term " Policy" and all its macaronic

derived stem ... I set a serious intellectual pursuit, brothers, about what "politics." I scanned in Greek Agora Mediterranean garlic smelling grueling that meaning. I walked the filthy streets of the French post Monsieur Guillotin rotten looking the embodiment of the insane ideas of Avantgarde Rousseau and Montesquieu . jumped as desperate as the bitter lyrics Arendt to Habermas metaphorical tomes looking for a definition, a concept, an idea, a bit of something compelling, a Unit for redemption. I entered without hope in the utilitarianism and the deflated and tautological Flojeras Foucauldian. I was amazed with Hobbes innocent and the conditional bullshit Marxism (say conditional because it is known among philosophers, to understand adequately Marx must be read with hunger. Obviously nobody says it, is a knowledge of esoteric for beginners, to put it in some way (to make it public I can get in trouble). It's easy, in fact, know when someone is preparing for a university seminar on Marx's thought, as a note to the person from one day to another disheveled, without makeup, skinny and dark circles (no chubby Marxists, the term is a contradiction in terms)).

After all these mental journeys (because it is to believe that I actually read all that vine) brothers discovered that everything was right and wrong at the same time brothers because all the concepts were different and apparently nothing could be done to reconcile . I felt in my mind all these ideas miserable as droplets splashing cold water in a horror of boiling oil.

So I had the intuition to make my own definition of "Politics", oh brothers. A definition that collects the most important part of every definition found and could be the most general and widest possible to integrate them all. But above all, that might explain the phenomenon we call with general anthropological disgrace "Politics."

I think today, rejoice reader of my brother, at last, I succeeded. The general universal definition of "Politics." There will (and do not expect a stupid joke or a pseudo-irony, dear reader, because this is serious): What is Politics? ... " Politics is all speeches and all human actions intended to prevent people from massively pulled out the guts with each other ... and when such thing happens to at least justify it and not fuck one Case. "

O brethren, the political wisdom of the West in this complex sentence summary.

From here you can also extract a definition of the term "moral" (which many mandrake, hemlock, tetrahydrocannabinol, Valium masturbating and philosophers have struggled to imagine immoral), but to do so would have to dwell, Oh brothers, and I do not want now. Should be left to ruminate mental burrito in all of us. (... And if I write long after I read that bullshit the readers). End

PS: Fuck them, they will continue to write long (and passive). Last straw, you'll see ... Right now I feel no better than the stomach.

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After reading "A Thousand Pieces" the American James Frey (USA, 1969) , I can not but think Alberto Fuguet (Chile, 1964) , who says that this amazing book that thanks are personally suspiciously again the way how you write, how to survive and why it survives (and writes). Or in the opportunist pen Álvaro Bisam (Chile, 1975) -also says in the back of the English version of Aguilar, who got a 2 thousand dollars in a supermarket OFERTON elephant-named publicist who spews phrases film, which may well accompany the cover of "Hostel", Tarantino's film about torture. Or in Bret Easton Ellis, author of "American Psycho", who appeals the generosity and honesty of the book, able to let the most skeptical, with tears in his eyes. And indeed so.

autobiographical novel exceeds 400 pages, EMP talks, without moralizing or self-pity, but not in a clownish (and here the fun of Bukowski cynicism does not count) , the issue of addiction and its complex deformities. James Frey, a native of Cleveland who hates people (very Hollywood cliché) and son of wealthy parents and travelers (paradigm of many drug addicts), is 23 and arrives at a prestigious center for addictions, run by former addicts, where only 14% of inmates recovering forever (the highest in the world cup) and is determined by the 12 points of Alcoholics Anonymous, to which the personal spiritual and atheist protagonist (which includes the I-Ching and a superhuman will) rebels.

The Centre, which includes psychologists, psychiatrists, lectures, tests, nature, tasks and plenty of food, James poses for a host of challenges: to reconstruct the inaccessible abyss of anger ( of which do not escape overprotective parents and presumptuously perfect), meet a girl in secret (issue banned in the center), facing the blackmail of a pair of studs, restore its organ damage (including without anesthesia ordeals should be changed some teeth and learn to eat without vomiting) and, above all, get rid of the demon of poliadicción including alcohol, pills, crack, glue, gasoline and other searches.

The challenge is titanic, and James tries with the help of his friends (a hired murderer, a judge in rehab, a former boxing champion finish, a steel worker, a person sentenced to life imprisonment, among others), the fragile Lilly (who is love), the psychologist Joanne (who becomes his protector) and parents (who attend the Family Program and react scared). Each page biography is intertwined with fragments of both the protagonist and those involved in the challenge to restore dignity, honor and health, human losses in the act of looking artificial paradises, often treacherous.

Fast-paced and sometimes creepy self-help anti-novel, EMP is one of those single-issue works but never repetitious archimanidas but never exhausting, to be read without interruption and that seem genuine epochal summit because in addition to a unique style (excluding the score accelerated all the scripts in the dialogues and many of the comma), a perfect fit and a fierce honesty, unlike self-help novels, it can help.

It anecdotal this novel-like memoir that was published after the publishers reject it as a novel, was described as fake, by some journalists who tested the exaggeration and inaccuracy of some facts. And it is anecdotal, because as memoir, literary force has 20 novels, and as a work of fiction is the truth and honesty than 20 books of memoirs. Exaltation "hero forced James Frey? Perhaps, but that's part of the game of literature, which can perfectly correct life.

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In the movie "The Matrix " can be traced to intellectual arrogant nonsense a philosophical idea as old as philosophy itself: the difference between appearance and reality.

For example, in a masterful scene Morpheus talks to Neo this:

MORPHEUS : I imagine, right now, you must be feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole?
NEO : You could say that.
MORPHEUS : I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up.
(...)
MORPHEUS : ... The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this room. You can see it out your window, or on your television. You feel it when you go to work, or go to church or pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.
NEO : What truth?
MORPHEUS : That you are a slave, Neo. That you, like everyone else, was born into bondage... kept inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind.
MORPHEUS : Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
NEO : How?
MORPHEUS : Hold out your hands. This is your last chance. After this, there is no going back.
MORPHEUS : You take the blue pill and the story ends. You wake in your bed and you believe whatever you want to believe.
MORPHEUS : You take the red pill and you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.
MORPHEUS : Remember that all I am offering is the truth. Nothing more.

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La decisión de Neo entre la Red Pill y la Blue Pill es el fundamento mismo de la película and the whole Matrix Saga . It is the metaphysical event that allows Neo, to swallow the Red Pill exist as El Salvador of humanity and civilization of machines, is what lets you know that " T here is no Spoon "boringly with Trinity wallow in Zion, throughout history placed face" is not like that shit happens but I'm here "and unfairly kick ass twice Agent Smith (in my opinion, the real protagonist worthy of story.)

The distinction between appearance and reality reappears in everyday social life. Media inform us, but we also handle biased to select certain aspects of reality. These aspects then allow us to build a picture of what happens truncated ends overlapping the true reality. Even the film with some lack of imagination and a lot of unemployment suggests that he interpreted that way Neo- of Frankfurt.

All this seems to me stupid. Not that the media are saints, sages and objectives. My position, however, is somewhat more complex and simpler at the same time. I mean,

I sit down to watch the noon news. It is grotesque. Let's allow the forgiveness of the reader a description unnecessary: \u200b\u200bthe news headlines are typical of a tabloid desperate. The national news is pure accident, incarceration, floods, plane goes up and the president because you know what I talk crap. The international section full of intercultural and religious conflicts, wars, pedophiles, murderers and business scandals. A new planet was discovered and got three goals. The model's ass this week is equal to the model's ass last week but it does not matter because it is assumed, so that one sees and how they show it one, which serve the same (not exactly true). Today taught to make Chicken leg mushroom sauce.

It is supposed that the essence is hidden from us, not show anything significant, nothing that makes us wake up. The information is manipulated to keep us uninformed and calm like sheep. Everything seems to indicate that. But the idea seems ridiculous (I have not said that is false, but something much worse: ridiculous.)

If there is something I've discovered is that the best way is to look shocked with joy the news. I think journalists are better paid professional entertainers: clowns crier of fact, if I allow them expression. I love the artificial seriousness and serenity to say or write things. I feel that any time their faces are going to face the crisis of an unpredictable and violent laugh will laugh themselves all showing as important. I'm sure you should take painkillers and muscle relaxants to work with the professionalism with which they do, like a clown should silence his own misery in order to entertain the little ones behind (ie, all the little children who love clowns) .

The same happens with people and situations that show or TV news in general. Everything has some ludicrous and artificial, presidents always raise babies and kiss the ladies and are very human and very civilized (abject rubbish, my teacher would say). The characters are sad, very sad and without dignity, the murderers are very happy or tormented to a fault. The stars of the music seem all idiots as uniform a manner causing a sad jovial. The scenes of violence seem to correspond to a precise and well articulated script so we can appreciate all the details ... But the real surprise is that everything is happening, everything is real, because (and this is important) all pass before our eyes.

Reality Show This is delicious by the humor of his characters, the absurdity of the situations. Because if you look good all the reality (the universe) is ultimately a Reality Sho w . A great series comes to us in 24-hour episodes and seasons of 365 episodes. The dramas will follow each other at different scales. Our family, our neighbors, neighborhood, city, country, world, the Cosmos it. I think now that the interesting thing about every person I meet is measured by the extent of Reality Show the universe is conscious.

... .. "Free Ingrid or die full of shit in the jungle?, Will you be really abducted or simply one more of the FARC in cahoots to take over Colombia?. What will happen after the mandate of Chavez in Venezuela?. Will there be war with Colombia before that?. Will my mom be cured of your foot?, "Left to discuss at length the frustrated witch starting my aunts sex, will it be for someone to pity especially the frustration of my aunt Angelita?. A third term for Uribe?, I want to see it go!, It would be very entertaining all in these two terms has made me laugh a lot. Will Obama President?, "Obama the Antichrist?. What will the new book of Habakkuk, the artist's dog?. What will happen when Fidel dies ...?. Can I see the effects of global warming? ... Will there be HIV or everything is a conspiracy by drug companies, the Vatican and the conservative right?, "Will the world end?, Oh, please do not change that part of the script, I want to be there to see it all, the large mammal of the theater end of last to die ... laughing enough. Will lives the rest of the universe or we are alone, will it be the whole of the universe M is summarized in this blue dot only solar system?. Will there be aliens gray men?, What time will show me one?. The universe is infinite or expanding, or both?. Will it be possible to travel in time? ...

All problems or concerns ridiculous, stupid, exaggerated, vain and quarrelsome. The reality, no doubt, but stupid is an exciting novel that serves only to be seen and laugh at it all. Can take their moral and political value and clean the side with him ...

retrospect it's all a mess of reality, and the really interesting I'm here to see this crap. Maybe for others I am a simple actor, my role must be stupid. But, O God, grant me the wisdom not to become an actor weighed more than my existence. Give me the wisdom to shut up and listen, but do not be concerned with geese sleaze in others do. Give me the wisdom to stay in my austere role of mere observer.

I have been gratified by the stupidity of the world and have been blessed with my vision. For truly all about the eye and the eye remains in the center of it all ... The only thing important is the possibility to do with irony. So the only goal in life should be appropriate for this pointless Cheshire smile that allows one to view everything on your fair and funny place.

Having the full view of God does not help, because everything would cease to be funny. The events would be canceled each other, would still be events in the strictest sense. The vision of God would be the most boring view of this world view would not at all (thank goodness that God is blind, worse than Oedipus, and this makes an interesting subject (especially if one asks questions about who took him eyes)).

here does not matter whether we are facing a real or imaginary vision. Those things are meaningless when it comes to existential recreation. No matter if all that comes to me is a Reality Show of absurd set artificially. Before I prefer to plan everything in great detail. But if reality is my vision, then everything is in one plane, the plane of my vision, and when it can be configured by a script makes no sense to ask about the script (there is then by definition no script , manipulation of script). So it only makes sense to ask what that comes or may come to our eyes ears, and nose touch, and just maybe with our death.

So the reality is one. It's a while I see and the whole world revolves around my eye. I, the ultimate voyeur at the heart rejoices in the endless absurdities panopticon. The only thing is a non-place for me as eye as internal limit of all madness imaginable ... Yeah, yeah, yeah, there can be no greater happiness, the world has no external limits, thanks, thanks world, thanks for your infinite idiocy ...

The distinction between appearance and reality is important only for those who want to enter into play the world, who are concerned to act, to influence. All vital movement, however, should make sense only as a "better accommodate chair" because the fact is that there are many useless things and ordinary people who hinder the vision.

Is there any difference then between grab Blue Pill or Red Pill swallowed ? ... No. There is none at all. But I must say that the poor Mr Anderson, to decide (metaphysically) from one or other of the Pill could not stop meddling in world affairs, and thus could not avoid becoming a bad actor his own movie ... I For my part, I have a firm intention to quickly kick in the ribs to any "Morpheus" come to wrap for better or worse with their stupid sermon. To go with their dramas elsewhere and I did not tape my Giant Widescreen.

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At the risk of single-minded present the work of art from my favorite ... Well, if I am enjoying the case with art, why be afraid of being or appearing single-minded?.
To hell with all . ...

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