Anito: Hi Socrates, I see you walk too presumptuous in the wee plan to show the boys that hover in front of the gym.
Socrates: Anito know me well, I try to do the best for the youth of Athens proud.
Anito: Your what say, Socrates, and I did not put in doubt. Your ugly and your interest in the welfare of others are as well known as disproportionate. I come looking for you anyway, I went to a party and invite you insurance if you can answer a question.
Socrates: As you know, citizen, that I do not answer any question. I try to just take care of shit back to those who do, or who dare to answer them in my presence. But very happy to answer yours, if amp warrant that the festival will be the beautiful bride Alcibiades.
Anito: Of course, Socrates, will be there as well respected philosopher who drink to get drunk and leave him with comments pseudocómicos language, nonsense and laughter decadent full of social and enchanting charisma fresh saliva. So, after a few hours of sweet and aromatic grape , fingering her nipples you everything you want.
Socrates: not know how excited I Anito what you say, to stick my nose under the smell of that boy toga treacherous ... ... Immediately answer any of your questions.
Anito: So tell me, Socrates, what is death ... What ass is ?.....
Socrates Death is identical with itself. We speak not of death, but "The Dead." Ie muerteidad. Because several deaths are identical to it and therefore participate in it. So when we die is when we remember what it is, what There is ... err .... Well, kind of more or less. Bumblebee is that pen-pusher of the verb "to be " the divinity that I explode ...
(two hours)
Anito: Can not you answer a question such as simple in an appropriate manner?. I ask you please, Socrates, to answer me clearly and concisely for a good time.
Sócrates: Pues…….. si así lo deseas te digo que la muerte es una burrita bien cuidada.
Anito: Pero por los dioses Sócrates que sandeces dices, ¿acaso deseas tomarme del pelo?. Pienso que tu eres demasiado propenso a tratar a las gentes como imbéciles y, si sigues mi consejo, te recomendaría que seas cuidadoso. Quizás no hay ciudad en la cual resulte más fácil joder a los hombres antes que hacerles bien que la ciudad de Atenas, y tu you know. After the give you no martyr, your megalomaniac useless.
Socrates: Well I wanted to say a little dialectically speaking, you know what i mean is that I have not the slightest fucking idea on the subject (What is death?) ... I will drink up the cup touching ... ..
... Fin ..
Poor Socrates test of a great truth:
" Man, but it seems the opposite (and just to know of death), is the only animal who can not die "
... to the wise few words will suffice. ..
Note to dear reader: I am not short of ideas but time and want to write ... So as not to leave the blog I neglected cortico start writing, because those tomes too long I got used to are not very practical to say ....
occur is not known how. Sometime in the future will set the draw to select the emperor of the land. Blessed are the powers of absolute govern both the heavens and the seas. From Acumbayá to Tierra del Fuego nobody can twist your word on pain of death.
I think that drawing, where all the inhabitants of the earth, I'm elected. Latrodectus Sapiens, supreme Imperator of the earth. These are the first 10 points of my plan dictatorial and pray to their gods for this shit so charming is only on paper and head of its server.
From now on all prisons will be closed. Prisoners will be given symbolic punishment and in worst cases they put a GPS bracelet to keep them well maintained. If relapse or extreme cases or ultraterroristas fans, will be delivered to an uninhabited island in the Pacific where he and others of the same condition, may carry out its leviathanic social utopia.
be reduced jobs in order to leave only those necessary for the development, comfort, and conservation of the species. People take turns these posts every three months, so that every citizen to work only three months of the year and the other nine do what a whore he wins. This implies that part of the economic system of capitalism will disappear in a sense. I reserve details. I'll just say that in those months of entertainment every citizen must meet at least three months of comprehensive community work consist in helping to reforest the land, or animal care or anything like that.
Every person is enrolled in a specialized software where you can select your acquaintances with whom or who want to have fun sexually and in what conditions the data will be secret. Only if there is a match the software immediately advise the couple to finalize the matter. Prostitution is prohibited and punished severely. Develop technology sex dolls and dolls for unattractive.
Instauraré the ASGRE (Secret Agency for Reducing Global Species). I reserve the strategies to be carried out to fulfill its role, in order not to talk nonsense liberal-humanistic great Imperator. The aim is to reduce the population to 30% of their current number and keep that number steady for centuries.
law Instauraré dignity of plants and animals. If someone wants a pet, either animal or plant, you will a preliminary study to test their suitability for the job. Nobody will be allowed to kill a living being unless for reasons of survival. The penalties are strict and cruel. We are not vegetarian as you know my dear readers, but every animal, every plant that is chosen as the food will be justified.
Religion is the quintessential Indian. Any other kind of religion will be removed from the planet. In fact, my first order as Imperator will send you a hydrogen to the Vatican. I would have liked to keep some other religions, but I fatigue gets them thinking how the hell coexist preventing grow I disagree. That justice is a very screwed.
retire countries and nations in terms of boundaries and political boundaries and will establish "Limits of Cultural Domain." People can choose freely to which belong and changed at will.
As I've said, civilization is a flower of the tropics. Every major city would move beyond Cancer and Capricorn. Not to say that cities as they are known will disappear. Interconnected large towns exist only virtually.
sport activity will be witnessed only by those who actually perform the activity. The football, baseball, tennis etc will be closed in all age groups, except the players themselves and apprentices. The stadium will disappear. For me the fans and would fill with burning napalm rain on them.
Finally, I will send to hell all the TVs on the planet (imagine how many jobs I save there.) Radio will of course. I will leave the theaters, but actors will be actors in their months off, as directors, poets, writers and artists. All of them will not see a weight on your fuckin 'job. " If the clowns want to do so with conviction.
Dedicated to Elsa Lacalle and Carmen Gutierrez, Catholic, Jaime Salazar, a former seminarian, Margot Cardenas, Protestant and Rolando Mancilla, type very learned and attached to a church that we tend to prejudge.
Perhaps the reason for this note has not been any other than the desire to get rid of Job 3: 23 ("Why give life the man who does not know where he go? ... "), an assertion that has haunted me for years. It happens that, unlike some luminaries as Guido Arroyo and Diego Zúñiga, that in the Bible and have shown aloof attitude to literature, no doubt respectable naturalist writer who visits little issues and have nothing to do with its most well-tempered stock, I, for whatever reason, I have experienced situations that very few of them could bear. They, beloved children of the generation that one critic called "hyperventilating" (n. between 1979 and 1994), in addition to his chilling autofagocitante individualism ("I prefer to extract the juice from Carver to read to their national dailies "..." I liked the film Fuguet, but no longer read his work "), to palliate with navel-gazing literary meetings and conversations disembodied, and add to his great talent feral advertising intuition for worldly success, unaware that combat against NEOANALFABETISMO-that almost all matters little or nothing-more than one position is a ministry, an act of love for the illiterate outcast, who is unaware that the literature also theirs.
THE EPIC OF JOB The story of Job, written by some before the Mosaic Law, is an epic Israelite or Edomite mentioned in other parts of the Bible (Ezekiel 14: 20; Santiago 5: 11). Twenty two of the 73 books of Scripture, is seen next to Ecclesiastes, the Proverbs of Solomon and Ecclesiasticus wise attributed to Yeshua son of Sirach, one of the Wisdom books. But unlike the others is made up of aphorisms, statements or mere praise, but has a structure, let us say so-dramatic. His argument, divided into 42 chapters sometimes repetitive, is simple:
Job, a sheikh East (not Hebrew) "who feared God and eschewed evil" (1:1), prosperous and fortunate life, suffering in a short time a series of misfortunes: loses all his possessions (11 thousand head of cattle), their seven children and three daughters in horrible accidents, and finally fell prey to a malignant ulcer "that struck him from the soles of the feet to the crown of the head" (2: 7). The cause of these disasters is none other than Satan, who then is not the evil and demonic spirit of our tradition (the enemy), but a divine agent designed to appraise human weakness and the degree of virtue of the righteous. Satan, who stands before God with the other angels, he is consulted about the integrity of Job. That's when Satan tells God that Job's faith response to God's blessings ("You do not have protected him and everything he has, and has blessed the work of his hands and his cattle spread across the country? "... Job 1: 10), but as these run out would become a curse.
Here begins the most tortuous of the book. God in classical theology knows the past, present and future, allows Satan to act. He first removes Job heritage that includes the lives of their children, then it hurts terribly but without killing him. After the first test, Job says: "Naked I came from my mother's womb and naked I shall return to it (to Earth) / what God gave, God has taken away / Blessed be the name of God" (1: 21). But after the second, including the extreme physical pain and disease, his wife ordered him to curse God and die, but Job replied that if accepted of God was also good of him to accept the bad: after shaves his head and sits naked in the dust waiting for death.
Eliphaz, Bildad and Zophar After learning of the misfortune that occurred to Job's three friends come to comfort him, and did not recognize him and "get to mourn loudly, at the same time torn clothes and throw dust on their heads "(2: 13). Then sit him down for seven days and seven nights without uttering a word. The distinguished theologian C. C Scofield says that the friends of Job are archetypal figures of religious dogma who bases his beliefs on external issues Eliphaz is the classic mystical religious experience, he draws from that fact a feeling of power is even more superficial Bildad and bases its dogmatism in proverbial wisdom and pious phrases well known, in both , Zophar, worse, thinks he knows everything about God, its reasons and findings, and it is a very simple blind irreverent any reasonable discussion. For the unwary, and even cruel nature of the friends of Job (which does not exclude glimpses of beautiful and illustrious eloquence), which makes three times in a strict order their positions, the dramatic tension of the book is in itself secure.
Job curses the day was born in my view, Chapter 3, where Job curses the day with enviable verb, is one of the most intense: "Let the day perish wherein I was born / and the night he said:" man is conceived ! ' / Become the day in darkness, and not caring God from the top / No shine upon him a ray of light (3: 3-4), "says Job. And most of the wise men then appealed to wake the Leviathan, a sea beast that according to tradition was able to devour the sun, which in the curse of his day adds a new element ... the curse of the world.
continues: "Why do not die to leave the womb of my mother? / Why I found myself welcomed knees / And breasts that nursed me? "/ Well, now would rest quiet / and sleep during rest or as infants which never saw the light" ... (3: 11-13). This down a man as a believer, is because then you do not believe in eternal life. But at the end of this chapter where Job lands in two of the most terrible to any man: the confusion of his plans and the inability to earn a living. I quote: "Why give life to the man who does not know where you go, / And to whom God has closed the exit / For before my food comes my breath / And my waters flow and groans. / For the fear that has me scared me, / And that has happened to me I most feared / I had no peace, no let me be and I rested / Yet trouble came "(3: 23-26).
three replicates and three defenders After Job curses the day, more concerned with the doctrine of mercy, his friends begin to replicate and even to accuse him of wrongdoing. This is because, as American pragmatists of modern (not forget the "In God we trust" inscribed on the bills gringos), they believed, and the winners were always blessed the Lord, you were always unhappy because of falls or of his evil. Thought there was a hidden reason, selfishness, greed, hidden, etc-for the misfortunes of their kind friend.
And if we add that Job will dare to contradict not only to them ("Your maxims are true ash, / And your replies are answers clay. ... 13: 12), but God (" Why hide your face, / And I have an enemy? "... 13: 24 ...." Do you think rather than oppress, / I despise the work of your hands, / And the counsel of the wicked ") at the end of this controversy in three acts between Job and his friends, is not resolved nothing. But it appears a fourth character.
Elihu The statement ENSOBERBIADO Elihu, a young man of the family of Ram that is against the teaching of their elders ("are not the wise elders or older who understand what is right." 32: 9) and accounts for an exaggerated self-centeredness, however, Job gives reasons far more worthy of consideration for their torment that his three friends. Instead of condemning it, seems rather to argue against their desire to claim that justice can measure a mere man: "He is Almighty, which did not reach great is his opinion and power, / is a lot of his justice and oppress anyone . / I fear by both men, / He does not consider any who believes in his own heart be wise "(37: 23-24)
THE EPILOGUE ... AND MORE After the speech of Elihu, God appears to Job a whirlwind and gives a number of reasons why it is impossible that a man intends to catch up. The poetic beauty of the reflections of God, almost all related to the wonders of nature are innumerable and can not fit in an article so short. Sufficient to name the main, though rather pedestrian, weighs incontrovertible: "Where wast thou when I laid the earth? / Declare, if thou hast understanding.. "
Finally, after Job's total submission to the will of God, forgive it, and after his three friends as wrong not to know him well, through the sacrifice of some animals - it gives birth, with the same woman earlier, seven sons and three daughters new ("And there was the whole earth women so beautiful as Job's daughters / To which his father gave an inheritance among their brothers" 42: 15). And he does live full of days to 140 years and see their children and their children's children unto the fourth generation.
Many people of faith deeper than mine, say that the teaching of Job is the importance of patience, faith to the Almighty indestructible -or-less perceptively of resignation to the proofs of God, which multiplies our gifts if we accept their designs often bitter (will make sense to claim that Job's suffering was worth it because God doubled their flocks and years?) . But I, who ponder the importance of history and tradition, I can not help thinking that the merit of God to allow Job's misfortunes, was converted to a millionaire whose main virtue was unnecessary to make good barbecue, one of the great poets of the West.
One last thing to happen. Now I have more clear than ever that, unlike what was stated by a wealthy and generous teacher falsely at a dinner with my friend Claudio Maldonado and his partner- ASTROLOGY IS COMPATIBLE WITH THE RELIGION . God's words to Job when considering its superiority: "Can you bind the chains of the Pleiades or loose the bands of Orion? / Can you lead forth time the constellations of heaven? / Or you guide the Bear with her children ... "(38: 31-33). Comments abound.
I imagine the devil, death wondering. ... And tell me boy, what is what causes you pleasure?
Understanding what happens then think about the nature of hell.
I'm not suggesting that hell exists, I just try to say that, if it exists, its nature should consist primarily in the embodiment of several very obvious ideas, and documented, of course. The nature of hell must be formed first, from everlasting. But more importantly than that, eternity must be accompanied by several other things. be mentioned later.
For now let's try the concept of our hell examining possible responses to the question of the devil. What causes you pleasure? You may typically respond:
I like sex (Mea Culpa)
I like food
(Mea Culpa)
I like to sleep (Mea Culpa)
In the first case we will automatically appear the victim in the act intercourse with a partner exceptionally beautiful. No talk of sex but it's creative, sometimes necessary, traditional in-out. The victim will feel an indescribable pleasure when you feel that your senses are developed in ways unimaginable hell. Every smell, every feeling resound in their sex and their consciousness almost burned. Everything will be infinite pleasure ... ..
In the second case a delicacy comes into your hands as you lie in bed, you head into your mouth and eat all of it. The incredible dimensions renewed flavors melt your soul with an extraordinary joy. Your stomach receives the food is filling, but not tired of getting ... ...
dream comes over in the third option, you sleep a deep sleep and your consciousness is lost it impossible to depths, but deep down you are aware of the pleasure of sleep, you think, you dream about as you please, you are king of your own dream, you're still a god. You are, after all, a new soul in hell and God the devil knows that the new should be treated with the respect they deserve ... ..
So it all begins in Hell, we might ensure that it is not at all hell. Of course, after a few years maybe sex, food and sleep in these conditions start to become pure drudgery.
The monotony soon becomes alienated.
The despair invades the victim, she tries to shed their own hell of pleasure, but can not. Is tied to his torment, and that's where the devil decides to wait several more decades. Then speed up time. The pace of in-out now lasts milliseconds, and the awareness of concerned is not capable of understanding. Despair is now just the prelude to the madness. Sex: only one thing that the body is required to make as fast a machine viscosities composed of muscles and trembling so uncontrollable. On the other hand, the dream continues. The victim tries to escape from its fog, but is forced to remain motionless. Pounding in the silence, centuries.
Obviously hell respects the unity of consciousness, but not the body. The body can unfold and multiply. Imagine that while meeting with their pleasure-torture of the victim is granted, hundreds of years after his first treatment, a new body. A life event is chosen. Did it ever any shame, public humiliation. That event is now replicated in his new body. In this humiliation, perhaps, the boys at school make fun of the victim, their defects. That event marked him as a teenager and is now offered as a simultaneous torture. But no, it does not take effect, we would say. Now you have this other problem that haunts pleasure (sex, food, sleep). So, what can affect you that little last humiliation, now that you are an adult, and he is dead, and having this other problem of infinite food passes through your throat and your mouth numb?. But years pass and the time is crystallized in eternity. It is no longer strong enough to endure the humiliation, the laughter of his colleagues are so and rhythmic sounds of his breathing during sleep, or the outputs of growths on their genitals. Wear their psychic defenses. The voices of the crowd jeering at his head to the beat of a metronome insane. Requests that all end badly.
may after another of their bodies, is tormented with another event, the head of his father over his mouth will be repeated again at their own pace: Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun Pun, again and again. All the painful events of his life be repeated. All at once, all manifold. a dance in a circle that never ends.
Millennia later while, eating, sleeping and while having sex, will be consumed by fire. A serrated knife will be buried in his ass, again and again every segundo.Pero everything very slowly. Between each new torture centuries pass, the devil does not want to overwhelm your senses. Quite the contrary. Interested to feel everything as perfect as possible. You will provide all necessary body, while your conscience gets all these sensations highly differentiated and lilting.
Sooner or later the devil stick with consciousness itself. Begin to feel emotions very well chosen. Depression, psychosis, fear. There will be no place in your mind where you hide. Your multiple bodies in the meantime will be attacked by new sensations that are repeated and unrelieved. Remember passing centuries between one thing and another. I guess the devil with a checklist detailing the torture to come for the thousands of millions of residents of their home, and yet full of laziness eons pass in his chair .... Well, you have to leave enough time, and although not believe in hell time makes sense.
You realize, too late, that these multiple bodies are one, that all these penalties come together in a single thing of flesh composed of multiple dimensions. By then the food will no longer have taste and become the shit. Your throat is sore and your stomach filled with gas and indigestible junk.
'll sleep, but you will be aware of how your body is rotting and insects living take over all slit your face. But you'll be asleep.
Your sex will not support the punishment and begin to ooze and skinned, but will be tied to your jerky and infinite in-out. You endure cramps and pains and there will be. With your lustful indeterminate sex partner moaning with pleasure, and even her moans will be intolerable while penetrating or leave penetrate vomit on your body. But then will force you to swallow your own vomit while sleeping.
Of course, like sex, food and sleep. Let's see what you think about it all the time in grotesque proportions, for all eternity. Feel all at the same time: sex, humiliation, pain, fear, laceration, depression, fuck, blow, finger in the ass, throbbing headache, heard simultaneously by a single oil spill you, there will be violated by an elephant, you cry the most terrible humiliation, hear the voice of your enemy smiling and decibel sound impossible shatters your eardrums, and so on. ... ... Over the centuries forget you were once human. Everything will be as a two-tone music that repeats: t Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra ta ta ta Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra ta ta Ra ... ...
can not yet describe hell as we wish to present. The language fails to conceive the multiplicity, that boredom and that repetition.
But all I have now are stupid words. Metaphors of decadent human industry, so you'll have to suffice.
Ennui and Repetition. Fundamental concepts to understand the idea of \u200b\u200ba hell in eternity, for eternity only the formal framework, sand, possible. But of course, no metaphysical sentimentality with hell. The Greeks had already said everything and just need to upgrade your legacy. To hell with the story that hell is away from God, or is a state of mind. own stupid new age of Christian (which began with John Paul II (God rest his soul, for his hell begin, at his request, with a swarm of butterflies line stroking the perineum)), and within months I imagine scientists, priests and pastors deal, arguing that Hell is a quantum state of matter where the function wave collapses "the way is not" (translate to the reader ignorant: "It's all about perspective ... what a shame you ).
I do not believe in hell, I find the idea of \u200b\u200bburlesque, too mammalian servile. But if hell exists, I can not imagine it otherwise. Stunning, incomprehensible, ridiculously mundane. So respectful of the values own humanity: the repetition and boredom.
Note to the Dear Reader: Long time no write. I'm a little rusty with writing, so the rear métanse expectations ... In hell there are not.
