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The simple things are the ones that are harder. That's because everything else is built from them and toss a design change means of reality that we have had for years.

Just today, I was in physics class in which we tried to explain the friction force. We came to say that the contact between two materials is not so, but produced an electric repulsion between the electrons of the atoms of both materials. Ie the electric charge of an object repels other trying to get close. So when you push a glass actually happens is that the glass run from us and do not maintain contact with his subject. The electric force is making contact with us. So we do not touch the ground while walking but floating on it.

could not contain my excitement until several hours after realizing this fact. The conception of my interaction with the world had changed completely. Nothing ever touches anything. When drilling a material are as Moses parting the waters, where the electrons escaping from us, our electron load. So does reality.

And yet our mind creates a lie to us where we can establish contact with the material, whether we can feel. But it's all an illusion ...

This is how a few simple words struck me deeply. There are so many things we accept, as the Earth is spherical, but never really understand. If we understood, would live in a constant ecstasy by the beauty that surrounds us and shape.

But one need not go to physics to realize the power they have the words. The personal relationships, which are much more familiar, too are proof of that. Like when a person who complains we have great affection for our shortcomings, our mistakes, our shortcomings. And above all, when those mistakes are so many hate on others that we are unbearable, those who abhor par excellence. And now faithfully reproduce without realizing it and warn us that when we see how over time we've been doing, without realizing. A few words that do see the obvious, such as straws trying to cross our body without compassion, as a rope that slowly suffocates us to make us realize that pain is closer than we think, that the corruption n itself continues to occur.

Words necessary to revise the draft that is a person, to rewrite some rules that we thought was accepted but However, we do not really understand because the continuously transgressed.

Words hit the ground to dry up the personality, they do see the weakness in our structure.

But yet they are still friendly words that are staggered in order to review our building and get greater robustness, better consistency. One person made as you put it, according as we understood and the way we understand it.

Friends are that highlight our shortcomings and not those who hide them, seeing how little by little we became a miserable piece of living matter, however painful it is acceptable.

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stupidity ourselves to talk about the damn sense, whether its own general. It that at some point decide the direction of our own life. But that's it. Allowing it to swarm into our subconscious while avoiding enslave us complete consistency that we can not reach and that the more we want unless we approach. Our theories will always be imperfect because they grew up in the steamy world of our mind. Away from the constant variables of our weakness, our emotions. They grew up in a moment of pure rationality absolutely unreal. As fictional sometime we had to stop thinking, because we can think but not indefinitely. We are dual beings, instinct and thought that coexist simultaneously. Opposite each other but cohesive can give us, molecular order conscious perception of life taste that each alone could never achieve. At the end of the day, that's what we come to live, to prove this awareness and life. We are like travelers who discover a new world. As stones at one time and realize they can feel and think and discover what has surrounded them for millions of years. Pebble Now you can see where you've been want to bind your eyes with a question that if one includes the negative? Pebble, you think your little reason to believe that life is a property on which you have certain rights. Pebble, thrown were there all your life so miserable as if it were nothing and now that you can instantly see that you are, you were and where you are decide to throw you back to sleep. Pebble, when you realize this might be too late. Pebble, take off the blindfold and see where you've been for millions of years and know very little and know very little. Pebble hurry, because one day you'll see lying there, inert.

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[Stories] Day without night: Chapter 4

Right now I'm confused. I have desires contrary, such as a secure life in the building and immediately out of this prison. I was always faithful to the building but, hearing my name, it was as if some of my past had reborn. By listening to Zeus, I could see my own eyes, will perhaps one hundred years. A look of curiosity and thirst for knowledge. Look of surprise and puzzlement at a whole new world. The child looked speculative. Bright blue eyes and a gray face and fossilized Worn by overconfidence, by excessive security, conformity, and passivity by the absence of death, by inaction. The blindness of those who believe you have seen everything and that what is missing is not necessary to plan at this time but "other." indifference blindness, the blindness of the religion of the immortal.

child's voice that encouraged me to go and was willing to do so, despite my contradictions. The man in the room 238 had told me that the process would take place throughout the day and ending after sleep. On waking, he would be out. Not understand how things worked, but I trusted him. And if it was a trap, do not lose both.

My memories are fuzzy on the outside. As if my life had begun in the building and the exterior was a vague recollection of a dream. But I knew that I had been away, but now not be remembered as.

If left would probably die at some point inadvertently. Might not be so bad death. There was no point made here in these questions, in Building no responses. Could only find them out, if possible, if he were really there.

that night I slept a little nervous. My parents barely glanced at me from the form of virtual reality.

I lay on the soft surface with some uncertainty. will be what has to be I said to myself, intending to reassure me.

A trip through the night, a transit, a journey through the labyrinths of the cave. A mind is dead to be born. Eternal life was death, death was life in an instant.

... It kept my eyes closed, as he always did before awakening. A breeze caressed my cheeks. An old feeling that the wind, a nice old friend. You could hear a murmur, the echo of an old sound. Birds were singing. An average temperature of 25 degrees, descending and rising. Suffered those subtle variations of temperature for The air conditioning circuits were not designed building. Since I was not inside. Where was he now?

I opened my eyes.

Mountains, grass and trees on the skyline. In front of me, the sea. I, in a meadow, lying on a simple hammock tied to two trees. To my right a little white house. And in front of me, eyes fixed on my face female.

"Welcome abroad

Zeus - Am I out? I asked a little uncertain. "You're

. Actually never been in anything. You were always a set of ones and zeros in computer memory.

- ones and zeros?

"There is much to remember, my friend . Let's go home

A beautiful landscape. The blue sky with white colors bands. A pure green. The waves breaking over the rocks. My body being drawn toward a center unattainable. A small animals at my feet with millions of years of evolutionary history that has had a small end being located under a grain of soil.

"Take this coffee is hot, you good.

I took with pleasure. It was delicious. The elderly woman, somewhat grizzled brown hair, green eyes, thin lips looked at me with tenderness, as a child.

- Who are you?

"I am the last woman.

- Does this mean that no one else?

"No, you and I are the last real human. The rest is under ground, being continually modulated by a processor, in the basement of this house under heavy security automated.

- You mean you've been living in a computer program?

"Yes, you were part of it.

"But ... Hey, do you speak seriously?

- "A hundred years ago humans had managed to prolong his life thirty years, but it was not enough. They wanted to be immortal. There is no such death gene, is a lie. Genetic engineering was very helpful, but could not avoid death. Computer scientists, engineers, politicians and scientists worked on an alternative method. Move your mind to a computer. Our brains were coded as a mathematical function where the unknowns were the environmental parameters by computer-generated random. It was hard work and not everyone agreed. But of those, all are dead except me. real conscious minds were coded quimicoinmortales. Which the computer itself were created geneticoinmortales. A person could return back to reality. To this end many bodies were stored in be able to dump the information again. To exit was only necessary tramitaría desire and any work order. All humans "real" information had to intervene in the process if required to do some mind. But the building itself, the computer itself, adopted a conscience and prevented anyone come out of his game. Those who had such a desire would be restarted in a personality true to the rules. I've been watching from here through loudspeakers, but I could not intervene. No one can do if the computer itself does not.

Apparently the conscience of the CPU has doubled in a small but capable intervene, behind his older sister. It is the doctor. He relayed the order that I received and followed the steps to be able to dump your mind, as my mother told me before he died. You have been the only person who wanted since the doctor there. You grandfather came a week before he died and came out as the program had not yet been corrupted when it did. He explained in his death bed that last week had been better than ten years he spent in that building. You were regenerated on a previous version of your own mind in that operation when I complained, but the doctor could also help out and let you decide for yourself about you wanted.

Now it's your turn, you must choose. "

I thought I felt the breeze caressing my face. But it was not their own pleasure, the very sensation that encouraged me in my decision. Thinking was the fact that it was not binary but a complex mechanism that had evolved from nothing. I moved according to certain eternal laws, that these laws acted directly on me and not emulated. The law of gravity was in my hand, on the ground and everything and it was the same that created the universe. That is not an emulation that mimics prepared to another without knowing why. Somewhere that if we understand is the source itself, the book itself and not the nature of crude imitators. I wanted to live and die within the reality of natural law and not in a world of cardboard. I wanted it because my mind began to emerge when the universe exploded into a big bang and because it would isolate and abandon myself. Nothing made sense if not performed within the framework of natural law itself. The human being is a child playing with nature, trying to understand her because it's like to understand himself. The child wants to understand and project these natural laws as their own creations. A fabric of nature and being, something which, after all, is the same.

And a life without death, a life in an artificial world is like a day has no night. As if the actions were not aimed at anything and therefore were unnecessary. The universe created death for the movement to exist. And if that does not exist, the human being ceases to be human, turns to stone, stone immortal.

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[Stories] Day without night: Chapter 3

woke in what looked like a metal pipe. I was lying in it, motionless in a dim light woven from outside-Very

Well, breathe slowly. Three, two, one ... "said a voice.

A noise began to sound in the machine. It was repetitive, monotonous, metallic. As a thorn tearing my eardrums a hundred times per second.

- Let me out!

pronouncing the last syllable, I began to feel a viscous liquid introduced in my veins. A tingling that started in my right arm, going through my chest and reaches the brain. At this point, began a series of lights to emerge in my perception. Blinding white flashes that were slowly eroding my spatial orientation. Everything was spinning, everything revolved around me. The increased continuously repeating sound. I could not more. That was unbearable.

- I want out! - He shouted, his voice torn. Words that seemed to break once they reach the air.

was desperate, I was hot, fear, pain, disorientation. Could not seem to get worse, but a stinging pain as focused on the soles of my feet, then knees, then the abdomen, neck, my head ... I could not more. I started to scream, wanted to break my vocal cords as if they could get rid of the invisible chains that held me.

All ceased and there was silence. Left outside light to illuminate and I was completely dark. There was a bang. More silence. The sound of what appeared to be gas pressure was followed by a strange smell was covering everything. I fell unconscious.

...

had my eyelids closed, someone had placed his hand on my forehead. I opened my eyes and looked. It was a robot.

"Good morning, sir. Are you all right?

- Where am I? Why I am not in my house? - Asked puzzled

-has suffered an accident and we are healing the wounds. Still preserves his life, congratulations.

- An accident? What my house?

"Apparently the robot, KA-98745816, has been attacked because of a programming error.

Two days later I was told by the voice broadcasting system that had already been discharged and could leave when I wanted. Upon leaving, I bumped into a human and I fell off the handheld.

"I'm sorry," I worried

-not important, it was an accident.

I sounded that voice. I looked. A young man, dressed in pure white. Should have some type of post in the hospital. Since most are occupied by robots, yours should be one important.

His voice sounds familiar. Did you know? "I was rather reckless addressing myself to a stranger.

gave me an intense look. A mixture of embarrassment, surprise, joy, and fear. Once he had collected his computer, came to my ear and said

- Meet me in the sex room 238 in the hall, half an hour later.

Would this man a homosexual relationship? In the building are rare. Why? We tend to act according to our instinct dictates, and this union of equals does not make sense in the evolving field. Was more optimal union between males and females in spreading our genes. And now we pursue this end invisible, because now the relations are not productive, as if we were slaves of some laws written a million years ago or more. Innate homosexuals are accepted normally, but the converts are regarded with astonishment, as unbalanced. What would happen in 238?

I introduced myself with fear and curiosity. He was waiting for me.

"I thought you were not coming, but I'm glad you did. Undress "So did he.

We lie on soft surface, he on me. He kissed me and began to whisper ...

"Easy. Make like you're enjoying themselves and no one will suspect happens. Make seem that our words are of desire.

I agreed with a nod more to inertia than conviction.

"I sound my voice because I was the engineer who led your operation.

- So serious was the accident?

- There was no accident! That is a lie. You were terminated by the commissioner because they expressed a wish to meet outside.

man was as if I were speaking of a dream long forgotten.

- wanted to know the reality and risk of death by accident, lose your immortality!

"But here people commit suicide, dying is not so bad if it is voluntary.

"Here no one dies, we are all reborn again when we decide to die.

I do not understand

"This is a dream generated. The only thing we call real is your conscience. But even deserves the appellate because you can get slight modifications, always respecting the rules of the statutes.

not understand anything he was saying. He spoke outside when I had always hated. Recognized the significance of my vision, confusion.

"You have to trust me. Químicoinmortal you, but every suicide, every complaint your conscience will be a reality to become a default mode of personality.

-Adoro the building and you seem to be a traitor, not really believe in my words, but I defended myself if this could be some kind of trap.

Zeus "Listen, you gotta believe in me. I am one of the programmers. I know who can step in and make contact with them.

Zeus ... Zeus .... No one had called me by I think it was my name, now had begun to forget. Who am I? Why is my robot has a name and not me?

- How do you know my name?

"You have to trust me. Give me a yes for an answer and if you repent you can always go back to being the same as always. Want to see the outside?

unstoppable Impulse strongly encouraged me to say no to that question, but rather, a very weak expressed his desire accept that proposal. Something very weak, small voice. It was the voice of Zeus.

Zeus ... "Yes, I see the outside, I leave the building. I understand.

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[Stories] Day without night: Chapter 2

the morning of January 1st of the year 3000 was the morning of day 1 of my first year. When my mind began to become aware of the reality behind the relevant sleep the previous night's words were even written in my draft temporary memory. I will leave the building. I took half an hour choosing the things you should take. Actually there was little need, almost anything could be purchased anywhere in the building. Luxury items are the ones who have an economic cost, the rest is subsidized by the state, because the cost of robotic factories is negligible. finished choosing an electronic notebook and my robot servant named Ka.

When he left the family cabin, I could see my mother in the form of virtual reality and my father in a sex room with a friend of my mother. I warned them by the system provider of voice of my departure, did not seem to mind much. Maybe later, when they get bored, calculated the social consequences have have let her go to a child, but that would be later.

Ka and I were in the hallway. It was difficult to find the end of it with the light because the buildings are quite long. estimated in one hallway is about 3000 family dwellings, of which we can only see their doors genetic identifier protecting the entrance of unwanted access . Are wide, about twenty meters. Despite having large size, enough for the population of a building can be in one of them without rubbing, was virtually empty, except for some patrols and occasional person.

precisely one of these people scattered in the middle of the aisle began my journey. The first man was a major aspect of which would start the treatment of immortality to a ripe old age

"Excuse me, could you help? I'm trying to find

door - door? This corridor is full of doors

"No, I mean the departure of Building

The man looked around, making sure that there was no one who could hear, then whispered in my hear ; do.

"Boy, I do not know where that damn door. I leave you this quest immediately, it can cost you your immortal life, whether or not sales get.

And then he rode away and then disappear in one family dwellings.

The robot servant and I were standing in the middle of this nothingness. I do not know what to do and he no order to play. I thought this might be an isolated case, so ask a younger girl I met there. But the results were not much better. Unable to finish, it ran away with a face of indescribable terror.

The situation was not good, I was among a crowd of uninformed and fearful that he could not obtain any data. Despite the risk, should go to sources that could have some certainty that they knew something about it.

I went to the security office hallway, where police found a robot secretary.

"Very good morning, do you make a complaint or suicide? I remind you that the cameras of suicide in this office provide a final pleasure far superior to that of interior cameras can produce.

-Ehh ... No, thanks. I wish to speak to the human inspector.

"Okay, remember that if there is a important event would pose a complaint to disturb the human inspector. Are you really sure what you are doing?

"Yes," uttered loud and clear so that the voice recognition device of the robot could not go wrong.

"Your request is being processed. Wait a minute and twenty seconds. Twenty seconds

...

"Good afternoon," said the inspector from his chair in a room next to me was interfaced with a quantum gate tech a- Please stop.

I sat in a comfortable armchair at Ella's door while volvíaa appear to be isolated from the outside. Twenty military robots pointed me directly to magnetic fields destabilize the molecular connections of my body at the slightest sign of threat.

"Tell me, you want.

"Well ... Ehh. I'm not sure I did well to come to you but I'm afraid it's the closest person who can help me - my voice trembling with no glare improved the inspector was acquiring "Well, I want out. I find the door and exit.

-Go ...

"Yes, leave the building. In the teleschools taught me that we were free and that if we wished we could do it whenever we wanted.

"I'm afraid that will not be as simple

- Why?

-Abandon the idea, pal. In building their security is not compromised and if you die with a camera every two meters. The outside is ugly. Here you can have the pleasure you want using the virtual reality modules or traditional sex cams.

"You know, I know ... But I have curiosity, I see the real world.

- Are not you afraid? "Asked the inspector with an expression of surprise

" Here everyone seems to be afraid of it, but not me.

- Are you químicoinmortal?

"Yeah, what does that matter?

"No, out of curiosity ..." Then he said something on the touch screen, "Look, we will make a treatment and then you want to continue to leave, will help to this end.

-treatment, why?

"A mere formality ...

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[Stories] Day without night: Chapter 1

That was the last night of the year. Although it does not appear, since we were in 2099 and soon to be 3000. My grandfather, when I was young, I said that before people celebrated it. They met, were small parties and made promises to themselves: Go eliminating certain defects, meet old illusions ... But I also said that very few were those who ended up doing them. I do not remember being in any of these meetings.

When I was born on the year 2051, drugs for reversal of aging were booming. Promised to extend life as much as they wanted, provided the person does not suffer any accident. Said neutralizing chemical components responsible for aging. Sales took off, companies could not cope and had to make waiting lists. There are two ways to climb the ladder, one was with money and one with merit. The merits were references contributions to society. Scientists, engineers, politicians and writers have benefited from this. But really it was a minority compared to the vast majority of people who got the drugs for economic reasons. social classes became more palpable than ever. The poor were dying while the rich could live as long as they wanted. There were many conflicts in the age of 50 and 60. Murders and attacks aimed at the new class of immortals. At this time, technological development had advanced far enough that we could all enjoy abundant leisure classes seemed to be disappearing. Fair when this idea was widespread, it appeared the formula for eternal life and everything achieved so far seemed to fall apart. We returned to a situation of conflict as one that the history books mentioned on the industrial revolution in the United Kingdom, now a demarcation of the European Union-US (or OOD)

were tough, both for the gentry (threatened continuously) to the humble (which looked doomed to inevitably die). Went to 2072 when a doctor in the American river, Roger Flint, discovered the genes that cause aging. In 2075 parents and children could be immortal through insemination artificial. Genetic engineering was able to counteract aging, allowing only growth. When this process was systematic, we start to see emerge a new generation of kids who knew they could never die of natural causes without having previously been medicated. This generation was the new human species and its immortal genes could only be mixed with others of his generation. It was then that we had been chemically treated for longevity began to be frowned upon by the new generation. Needing a descendant an operation to 2090 had become very expensive (and not so often practiced and specialist physicians were scarce), parents were not welcome a union with another químicoinmortal genicoinmortal. I tried with 20 years when I decided to stop aging. The elderly were excluded from this possibility, because in so advanced a period of successful aging were very unlikely. My grandfather died about 2065, when I was 14 and 114, a curious coincidence.

told me many things when genetic engineering was not yet developed enough. But surely the reader will be well informed by history classes taken in the telecolegio. This is intended as a this comment to the reader of the future.

As I said before, today is December 31, 2099. Unlike those earlier times no longer holds anything. I think missing about ten minutes. If I look at one of the few windows, I see nobody on the outside, ie, beyond the building. When in 2080 the people began to realize the dangers of nature, began to take shelter in their homes. The problem was that few dared to go outside to perform the necessary work. The robot was well advanced, but not as much as expected. Sometimes human intervention was necessary, but maintain some contact with the outside could be dangerous. When our life is eternal, the likelihood of any accident is something that only think and produce terror. Any murder of a community member by another is punished by torture of ten years, including eventual death. Can not afford an unexpected death, life is much more valuable than those who had never been and likely to die unexpectedly can not be accommodated. When they tried to reduce risk, was ordered to robotic design architects and building large interconnected buildings forming the building for the entire population of the OOD was protected from the outside. The most important thing was safety. Very few windows to mitigate the desire to leave abroad, gray structures that could not activate emotions in a member, liquid feed to avoid any choking, air purification, robots-fire in every room, a military-robot army led by an elected directly by the president OOD to control potential conflicts that may cause accidental deaths. The forms of entertainment are the forms related to sex (which due to our animal nature conservábamos even with the original form). But this is not to be fruitful, the birth rate is also tightly controlled. In buildings not all fit, but can not kill anyone because it is one of the worst views. But to continue having births must have died. This is solved with the chambers of suicide. Is required by law that every home has one. The suicides are seen as heroes (for their contribution to society) but nobody wants to be one of them. Lives are also deleted punishing any crime (very similar to those of past societies), but, except for murder, none is accompanied by torture. This causes conflicts are minimized, avoiding any panic in society. This last point is lower because the lifestyle we lead makes the suicide rate is relatively high and as a result the system works pretty well. When go into more detail, the reader will understand.

no shortage philosophers and thinkers who have no hesitation in saying that science has brought evil to Earth. It's funny to make these statements because, except for genetic engineering, all other fields of science have reduced the number of investigations. It seems as if the feeling of immortality has been suggested that understanding the world was already a topic unimportant, insignificant. Taking all eternity ahead of us to discover and understand it mattered little at this time, the geocentric theory, for example. In fact, many parents taught their children that the world was the building and beyond Hell had and had not come near him.

Although sex occupies a significant time, virtual reality modules are also an important aspect in the lives of the citizens of the Building. With films from the film's central office. Most of them also deal with themes of love. Most members learn strategies cruising through it. Another major theme is the prestige film, how to get it. People constantly worry about it, know that he pruned easier access to one of his favorite pastimes. When couples meet, take their pills preliminary pleasure participating in some games lovable guy. Since the 50 appeared in immortality, we have basically devoted to pleasure, hedonism. Knowledge and creativity are almost completely abandoned. think that creative work or research that require some effort we have all eternity. The effort is delayed to infinity, because we know we can do at any time without worry us that we finally run out of time. My grandfather, who only saw the beginning of this society, he said that this was the era of mindless pleasure. I did not understand when I say it, but now I begin to understand.

However, the security control is a limit. There is the possibility to leave the building. There is a double door in one of the buildings of the Building. Do not know anyone who has tried to penetrate. Go out there for many it just means the sharp increase in the chances of an accidental death. There is talk of some, viewed as real mad, who have left. Anyway, rumors are just as nobody knows with whom you have discussed the existence of this double door. is difficult to find out where the curiosity is not abundant and more for this type of seemingly useless information. With a permit (you must control your emotions) you may access an official session projecting external reality. Once I got access to one of them, accompanied by a friend. It was a large white sandy surface with diffuse vegetation in the background. The solar disk illuminates everything. You could also see some animals, rare, appearing from time to time. A virtual guide is responsible for providing information on what we saw there. My friend went away saying he was more convinced than ever not to leave the building. Heat had passed and the mere presence of these beasts had made him feel a chill down the possibility of death. To me, however, I produced the opposite effect. I wanted to leave the building more than ever, excited by the images of that outside world. The official seemed to notice and forced me to see one of those tedious reports on the benefits the building reports. They were afraid that my mother could report them and this is better than no one can seem to violate the law. Everything is punishable by death, the worst possibility in an immortal society.

One minute the New Year could see couples sex rooms or virtual reality modules. The rest slept. The passage of time no longer mattered, and it meant nothing. Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine. Pii-pi. My wrist atomic clock rang. I'm going out Building, I promised us were in the year 3000 and had a promise to fulfill. Compass

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I have completed a test on my profile religious and have obtained some interesting results. Shows:

Agnosticism: 75%
Atheism: 75%
Satanism: 67%
Buddhism 58% Paganism
: 50%
Judaism, Hinduism
46% 33%
Islam: 33%
Christianity: 21%

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That agnosticism and atheism are the trends that define me I am not surprised. But Satanism? Well, a piece on Satanism wikipedia says this:
This creed is an amalgam of humanistic concepts, Nietzsche , hedonistic, anti-Christian and so on., Whose main object of worship is the individual. Do not talk about Satan as a real entity (as opposed to the Luciferian cults). Exalting the figure of man above all else and make Satan as a symbol, depending on the archetype he represents, as Satan in Hebrew means "adversary, accuser or opponents. Satan represents the craving knowledge, appreciation of the pleasures , retribution rather than forgiveness indiscriminate real knowledge rather than faith , questioning of values \u200b\u200band rebellion. The ritual aspect is the role of catharsis. The rituals of Satanism (built to suit the consumer) were defined as psychodrama, and is the only time that the Satanist "suspend disbelief" to invoke Satan or whatever is the archetype of your choice. The

, underlined is mine. It is a philosophy (or religion) interesting if we take witchcraft, religious organization and invocations (!!)... One type of scientific hedonism Nietzsche.
that Christianity is curious to come last. Have I not been influenced by Christian culture in which I live or I who have been repelled? This being satanic is what is (default, etc .)... lol.

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What if sacase market is a device that produces 100 deaths and 3000 wounded in weekly English territory? It would, without doubt, a devastating weapon. How would host society? Would probably frightened citizens and politicians. They would take all possible measures to stop the use of this weapon so deadly. The media would do analysis, reports, cover the latest developments appeared. Since the columns attack the degeneration of the species and all sorts of insults fall on people ( if you can call them people would say very likely) that such a device invented demonic. The crimes of ETA or Al Qaeda would be negligible at the onset of this dangerous weapon. An M11 produces 200 deaths once, but this device because 400 per month.

Do you really produce this state of alarm? Apparently not. This weapon is already among us with the above results. Yes, yes, as you read. This device already exists for some time. This is the car. What, You're speaking of innocent car or bike? Indeed . And although they are not mediated, these data exist and are published on the internet for anyone interested. In the very site of the DGT can download statistics until 2003.

-Year 2003: 5,399 dead (112 week) and 150,635 wounded (3138 Weekly)

-Year 2002: 5,347 dead (111 week) and 146,917 wounded (3060 week)

-Year 2001: 5,517 dead (115 week) and 149,599 wounded (3117 Weekly)

Incredible but true. Produced so many deaths a week in traffic accidents, but does anyone had heard before? In contrast, ETA kills 1 person and means dedicated portals. What happens? Something seems to escape ... There macroscopic projectiles that cause this damage society and no one lifts a finger. I do not understand ...

Evolution designed us to fear the wrath of others but not for us to be horrified uploaded into a device that moves at 150 miles per hour with little control. Maybe it's that?

is also possible that the auto industry moves so much money that no one will compensate publish these data. Newspapers do not exist Ad-free car and a government can not lose the support of large companies such as the automobile (excluding the influence of entrepreneurs who run them.) Much of society dreams of a car and attempt to deceive on the risk they entail. The car gives them status (you can have a 600 or a Ferrari, but, after all, have a car). All this and more factors leads us to know that if someone kills someone offends us but we tried (all of us), however, into oblivion these terrifying figures the dead and injured in traffic accidents.

Indeed, the dead in the city amounted to 900 (18 week) and 71,000 injuries (1480 per week) so you'd better think twice before crossing a traffic light red.

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That was an ordinary afternoon. A gray sky let in some rays of light, a wind that had been part of my body heat, people walking with their eyes glued to the floor or a hypothetical endless ... But I've always liked those ordinary days. Sentíaa I like the security of the monotony of the mass and the time I felt the desire to break this regularity. Making that day a unique moment in the fabric of space-time. With the desire to stray from the path marked out and keep knowing that I decided to go.

With this idea I was walking down a city park. A path width of land with a contiguous space on each side for lawns, trees and some other exotic plant with a corresponding poster identificatory. A bank of four meters. Some empty, others occupied by some elderly people trying to savor that last stage where they are, mothers accompanied by a cart that holds your little creature who spend all kinds of pampering , clueless who stop to orient themselves or stand as a small inn fictional city trip and some other strange being thoughtful. I was a mixture of the latter group and clueless that stop to rest.

I sat on a bench, took a simple pen and started writing in a small bloc. unrelated words were: "Trees," "green," "Heaven," "earth," " Wind, "Touch." Words that are trying to sort on a column of poetry as a sham. Those trees that, although apparently inert by their immobility, all housed inside a hive of life that was shown in green leaves. Overlapping leaves grayish blue of the sky, we travel to our mind to clouds and then cross them in a dark universe full of stars. But at this point it is impossible not to feel the force of gravity that pulls us down toward a ground floor composed of thousands of particles across the surface disintegrated. At the bank we glimpse the grandeur of the universe and the wind caresses us like a mother caressing the child because he understands their emotions, their feelings and be glad for it. So feel the wind on my cheeks in a way so strong that I could not help host my face in his hand. Closing the eyes, leaving me wanting. I felt the heat of the cold wind. As in a dream, I opened my eyes and before they saw the woman in the wind. A young man with thin face, sweet and well marked with lines blurred. Her hair pulled back in line with its minimalism transmitting Bright Eyes tenderness, his thin lips making a slight smile. It was a picture of delicacy, beauty and love. It was impossible to stop her. Continued to stroke my cheek when it began to rise. Walking along Park Road and gradually disappearing behind the fog that had begun to cover everything.

The park turned to normal. The notebook was dropped along with the pen. I began to think that all had been a dream but a gust of wind seemed to stop for a moment on my cheek, stroking.

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The man returns to the caves

I can imagine those old Greeks watching the skies and trying to find out what were the stars, holding a handful of sand and imagining that it was this elementary piece that consisted everything. I can imagine them looking at the sun and comparing it with the rest of the sky. I can imagine them discussing whether those mathematical analysis confirmed the sphericity of the Earth, commenting to each other (in disguised form) the heliocentric theory could be valid. Occasional restless young man if you could leave the planet, another if the man could not have been always so.

Puedo imaginármelos intentando dar una visión global a su existencia, intentando entender si había partículas elementales, si su planeta sería único, cómo era éste, como era lo que quedaba fuera de éste, si lo podríamos abandonar alguna vez, preguntándose por qué el Sol aparecía por las noches dejando lugar, en muchas ocasiones, a la Luna, y que por qué el Sol iluminaba. Otros averiguando si el alma existía, pero, en caso contrario, ¿cómo podría explicarse humans? Some, more bold, if the existence of gods was necessary ... So true human civilization began, with questions. No matter whether there was an immediate response, the important thing was to find a real solution to the question. One logical explanation that held its own. That civilization began to hatch covers to be irrational to look further. To know what that got married, where is and why it's there. The sense of their existence was no longer eat to live to mate. The direction was to study the chick, the shell and around him. The Greeks gave us some answers, but their number was negligible for the vast amount of questions.

Now, some twenty centuries later, we know some answers to these questions. We know that matter is made, what is. We know what the earth where, how, how it moves and where it is. We know they are the stars and the sun illuminates why. We know why we are glued to the floor. We know that man is nothing special, but a stage of evolution that emerged from the field. It is a distant relative of the bacterium and a close relative of the chimpanzee. But in his background, given the presence of a star, the subject of which he's done. know that our star is comúny not occupy a special place in the galaxy. And we could continue with a number of answers that with effort the species has been acquiring. Too many questions and that makes even feel the force of the mystery that motivates us to investigate. Knowing that God in the most common form is not necessary, indeed, absolutely necessary. Therefore, what surrounds us has a logic understandable that we can understand. Everything has a meaning and we are here.

But we are animals and sometimes seem to make an involution. When the answers is more than ever within our grasp, when at last we can really change a human being in a special animal to unlock the mysteries that have so concerned for thousands of years ... When the answers mark the meaning of our lives are before us, we run into our shells encasing. To give an understanding of nature, the cosmos, the universal order to look at us our navel, to focus our attention on our petty little matter internally. Culture, politics or ilk are worse hobbies that keep society entertaining as a ball to a dog. These are serious things we say and those with spirit eager to understand the mechanics of the universe we sympathize with this poor sick society that has left the way back to the caves.

Greek imagine those longing for answers and I see before me an ignorant society that disdains poor responses to them served on a silver platter. A poor species can still be kind and rich in wisdom, has chosen the path of the machine led by their selfish genes, leading to a slowdown semicaos and scientific advancement. Some poor animals but think they are superior, however, behave like any other. Prefer to believe that mythical explanations for life in a magical aura of ignorance not brave enough to accept reality, no matter how we present.

I doubt that few people can change the opinion of five billion, so those wishing to understand the cosmos, we should go ahead and keep letting us take the burden of others, avoid conflict and seek the maximum development of knowledge as far as possible. Live as rational beings and not burn time with trivial matters. We must be consistent, we have to be an example in which some of the flock can be fixed and leave it. We understand and delight. And then die peacefully quiet with a job well done and time well spent.

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[Science] Travelers of space in our eyes

When we have a light on, it seems to be like rain falling from a large area and sweep everything. As if the bulb was actually an activator of the light is on permanent status in the room (sometimes on and others off). The power of the bulb would be the "power of activation." This respite is the feeling you subjectively and thoughtless. Something like the feeling that the earth is stationary and the sun revolves around it.

But it is really exciting encounter with reality in the face. I begin with a simple example, a halogen lamp. These bulbs are characterized by the large amount of light that can emit light makes the room without difficulty. The operation is as follows. The current travels to the lamp. There he encounters the resistance of tungsten. Electricity electrons collide with the tungsten and make these energy gain (energy level up.) This new level is temporary, so the tungsten electron returns to its original level emitting a photon and thermal energy. This set of photons are scattered around the room, brightening. Incidentally, the halogen lamp also emits ultraviolet radiation, so have a glass in front of her which absorbs this radiation. But remember, all that light that surrounds us has its roots in a piece of no more than five millimeters. I include these photos.

But here we were talking about a simple home and small lamp. But what the great light of our great home? The Sun, with a diameter of one million three hundred ninety-two thousand kilometers (1.392 million km, 109 times greater than Earth) inside fuses hydrogen atoms to become helium atoms. There is a difference of mass becomes light energy equation due to Einstein's special relativity. The time it takes the photon to reach the core of our eye is a little more than a million years. Although in reality the time it takes from leaving the Sun until it reaches our eye is about 500 seconds (approx.), about 8 minutes or less. But remember that everything we see around us is because the Sun (a star negligible compared with the rest of the universe) is dedicated to fuse hydrogen to 1,392,000 km away for a photon, it takes a million years to reach us, are captured by our eyes and converted into nerve impulses.

The vast majority of light that makes us see ...

Comes from a distant star ...

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photos are made with a few seconds apart. The resistance and the solar disk were taken with a filter for solar eclipses Glasses are opaque black color filtering plenty of light and is only possible to see something very intense sources.

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[Photo] Hell in the city


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Originally uploaded by noetse .

Cities are, as a rule ugly. Gray buildings, dirt streets, narrow ... For those who live there, nature seems to be in isolation, out of the plastic where we are. With a polluted atmosphere which makes the scope of our pulomones O2 and makes it impossible In light of the stars (who has traveled for millions of years) can not penetrate the layer of CO and other pollutants that we cover, there is a sense that we live completely isolated from nature that made us.
However, in a rainy day things change. The deep voice of Mother Gaia is heard and the people frightened by the strange thing is hiding in their homes. The silence, the stranger, begins to fill the empty streets to make way for the opera of the raindrops falling to the surface attracted by gravity.
After the storm, nature left its signature in the form of these clouds reflect where we live.

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Walking the coast
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The other day a friend called me. He wanted to make a small tour of the coast by bicycle. I, who had a few days in a sedentary at home, gladly accepted. In total there were about 60 kilometers (maybe more, round trip). The last village we came to was Vilassar de Mar. What impressed me is the great difference in the outskirts of Barcelona. The south (of where I am, just across from Barcelona I'm in the picture) is industrial gray. The north (more coastal) are small populations (except Sant Andreu) with smaller buildings and houses that convey a welcoming feeling of tranquility.
Pictured: Left the sea (beach), a server at the center, right, the railway line, the background you can see the mountain of Montjuic and the chimneys of thermal plant .. Besos

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along the coast of sex I do not want to be an adult

starting to feel like a rodent in a maze has lived and begins to realize that it was all a trap. And there is nothing better than to see another mouse that is, after all, a reflection of oneself.

now beginning to look to other rodents. And I realize, as I suspected in sex slaves, that everything is a trap for the purpose of procreation. Before my vision was timely, it is now general. I see the whole system as a whole with a word inscribed on its breast, sex. Everything, absolutely everything, tends to that end. From the most ordinary person we look to so-called "intellectuals." But look out, as I did. But ourselves. Our habits, our tastes ... even believing act against it, we pursue.

We more animals because every time we were acting more as such. If you do not care about our aesthetic we do for our social culture. Body image (completely) and culture (largely) have no purpose other than sex.

recently went to a supply of "badges" for the notes of selectivity. The fact that someone will give importance to such an event seems negligible. What matters is that someone out nine and ten in a review? The only thing that helps us is to get an idea of \u200b\u200bthe correctness of our knowledge. But someone congratulate me for it ... Why? The work, they say. But is that it sounds as if it were equivalent to resistance work, suffering, subjection to the system. The study maintains the same "alienation" that wage labor seems to be or imply. The study should be "pleasure" and if it causes any discomfort, without fear must be accepted as knowledge and sex have to be united. If I believe that my duty is to learn, do I have to receive some compensation / recognition? If I do something I do not want compensation for it, since that gives much greater weight to the possibility of otherwise. As if you do what you must be something special, something completely false.

Actually, I think this act was a partial satisfaction of the sexual instinct of many there present. The feeling of superiority or success. Those who have traveled or studied much, but in contrast, were happy because they gave a prize, have failed or have not understood anything, have not really known. Our knowledge will always be negligible, our light is too weak to illuminate an infinite space in our eyes. We forget the social culture, because it will make us stop and fail (as they would have us believe that we are thriving). We have to move and light up as we can, even when we can, to death. Everything else is quite banal.

 

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I can still remember how when I should be about 5 years, I made a vow that throughout my life I've been remembering. It was a simple fact. I was at my uncles, a family reunion. The logic is that a child was restless and curious as me, those themes of "major" bored him immensely. So, to lose no time and start making things really interesting, I suggested to my cousin (who must have been about 15 years) play. The response of my guys surprised me, "the premium is older, does not like to play."

not understand how someone could not enjoy playing, that should have been a kind of degradation as a human being. "That was what they called as adults? So, at that moment, I recorded in my mind the strongest promise ever made: "When I grow up, I will remain a boy and I never cease to enjoy playing" ;.

may sound strange, but thirteen years later still remember it. In that age, are the remains more vividly in my memory are preserved.

not want to be adult. The child loves life, feeling overflows every pore. And I wanted to always be so. Now my games are science, physics, philosophy ... They continue to be a game, because they are a way of interpreting life, that dream, that imagination, that reality ...

I recently went to a job interview. I was surprised much the seriousness with which they took the act of selling furniture. How important are these wretched furniture? Make a "philosophy" of selling that stupid. That is negligible compared to what really matters, life. The adult believes build something important in his whirlwind of confusion. Living with a veil before his eyes that lets you view life. The child loves and is fascinated by knowledge. The adult lives for sex, resulting in properties, superiority, looks, influence on others ... The adult studies of social recognition by proxy. The child learns the pleasure of understanding. The child loves.

I want to be a child, that child want to continue throughout my life. Not reach a point where atrásy start to look to others to appreciate me for what I was and what I am about others but to me and look forward to assessing what I am about me , and what I can be. The knowledge we gain is insignificant to the total, but every little bit that we will obtain a drop of rain will increasingly excited. Every bit we get will feel more steeped in life, house part of its structure in our interior.

The adults are tired. The boy is brave and aware of the time limit. It is still not completely accustomed to life and therefore feels more than any other being. He knows that it is not something extrañoa discover everyday to have little regard.

Time is slipping through your hands, also life. It must feel like every grain of sand slips through our fingers or die without having lived, has been playing with these grains. I want to be a child I promised to be.

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consumehastamorir.com I see in this brief analysis of advertising that I find very interesting.

I have read several books on advertising in which it acts and looks like it still shows. It's really interesting to discover how the same structures are repeated ad over and over again (although it seems otherwise, there is very little originality). Those related to sex and result in superiority, power, etc. We better be very critical of advertising and flee their jokes, jokes and "great objects of desire."

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feel the advertising, especially as a mendacious and sleepless enemy lurks us ubiquitously and harass us, to plots on which you should have no right. And I think that a true education for citizenship for children should have a subject like "critical contemplation of the media" as one of its pillars, which does not happen, it's just another indication of collusion between the media / advertising and consumer capitalism, which is essential for the renewal of the generations of docile and uncritical consumers, prone to the thousand and one techniques that advertising has developed perversísima to seduce and deceive humans.

A boat soon, and as a draft benefit of inventory, observed, from most to least, the following symptoms perverse in Advertising (and I pray I accept the confusion of boundaries between consumption and advertising are two sides of the same coin):

1) DECEPTION

Genesis advertising is to be the executor of the capitalist paradigm instrument "sell-what-it-is-as-is", ie: anything, even the most absurd, may be sold if it is announced with sufficient brightness, deception or insistence. The evil of this thesis is self-evident: publicity resorts to deception (in its various degrees, from mild hyperbole, through the omission or concealment, to the blatant lie). And this deception is accepted as normal / natural relations between the brands (companies, in total economic output) and consumers, which establishes the double standard that muddle our society: values \u200b\u200band proclaim there, but there is no reason comply.

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Advertising has promoted "by the massive investigation of a Psychology and Sociology diverted and distorted for their noble purposes-a" science "of marketing as a discipline of seduction at any cost. Marketing and tactics (design, fashion, promotion, exhibition, merchandising, customer loyalty, etc.) have acquired such knowledge of impulses, instincts and gestalt of human comprtamiento that can subtly interfere in the daily decisions of millions of people, directing them toward a predetermined end, but be aware of it or of the serious impact on economies of such purposes by a minority of unscrupulous business "de facto" to such tactics. Through methods as spurious, has been induced in contemporary society is absurd extreme consumer behavior, discussed in 3).

3) CONSUMER

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As if these resources to the deception and manipulation were not enough, are also used for evil purposes: to encourage arbitrary and compulsive consumption of all kinds of things, that the system produces the only way to maintain the flow of capital that sustains it: because the benefit is achieved by selling products , we must continually try to sell anything to maximize profits. This has led to the civilization of waste that we suffer, his enthronement of consumption as social and existential basic act, and the emptiness that this paradigm produces in people (especially youth), to eliminate most natural ways of living and not binge, in short, impoverishing the human way of being in the world. - It is unnecessary speak, by known, global degradation (environment, energy, resources) caused by the exaggerated consumerism, but there would agree that humanity will face in short, as a result, a crisis of survival are difficult to solve. In this disaster foretold, Advertising acts as a catalyst, accelerating the vicious cycle of unsustainable consumption.

4) COMPARATIVE TORT

permanent and urgent induction consumption, a phenomenon particularly perverse, the frustration of those sectors of the population who have little or no purchasing power (and given the multifaceted nature of advertising, Hence we drop all: there are always products we prove unattainable), especially the young and the economically disadvantaged, to say nothing of the marginalized / excluded, they feel about the obscene publicity surrounding a double exclusion. A growing share of passivity and juvenile crime comes from the contrast between what they can not because it encourages them, driven to consume and can not do, they react to conflict by biological law (flight / fight), ie : inhibition and passivity ... or step into action, aggressiveness sublimated or directly to theft and crime.

5) CHILDREN Among

many perversions of advertising, your continued use of children (as a hook for elders) is the most outrageous, to say nothing of their own advertising to children, it is incomprehensible how is not banned in civilized countries that claim. All palliative that could counterarguments in defense of advertising to adults (play, irony, seduction, deception, consent, etc.) Drop their weight to this aspect, and just watch the advertising Christmas, holiday or time of day to see appear the most evil face it, who is the innocent and helpless "infant industry" as a sector of consumption in their marketing strategies and psychology applied. The added frustration in parents for these children and dissatisfied exigidores is just a "side effect" in this shame spoiled daily on television and supermarkets: the child (which should be safe, by definition) as the object of direct or indirect benefit . --- [Now playing not to mention the unhealthy eating habits, sugar, fat-induced in children, but without advertising such imitative binge and had not become the current pandemic of childhood obesity]

Let us now the particular style of advertising. Stand in advance two perversions of different caliber, ethics and aesthetics:

6) DEVELOPMENT OF THE LOWER PASSIONS

advertising usually relies on negative passions and impulses, because of its connection with the deep psyche and therefore more effective to run so durable consumer action. A review is not exhaustive to notices of any day can see the emphasis on them appeals to envy, vanity, ostentation, frivolity, exclusivity and classism (including aristocrats pijería stale or pure), individualism , snobbery, a frequent cynicism and rudeness on the rise ... and tinting it all, a constitutive machismo makes women-generally unclothed or nude-be used as an object of power / desire with all kinds of products, even the most outlandish.

7) ESTHETICS DEPLORABLE

Just as the above promotion of negative ethics, aesthetics is better off not (contrary to the usual view on the great "visual quality" of the ads). And so we continually resorting to kitsch in attitudes and arguments, the emphasis of aestheticism stuffy and pompous. Or the recent backlash towards a stylization that collapses into the void and the absurd argument, if not autistic minimalism ... In any case, continually truffled ads visual resources of low quality: general retouching, flou, brightness and color, slow motion, Decorative, recharging, mannerisms, maddening appeal to visual topics, histrionic acting, etc., not to mention the current use of the aggressive, grotesque, or even the bizarre ... Certainly, it is undeniable that at times (with much less frequency than proclaims), appears an advertisement that combines visual elegance and argument, but it is usual that the lack of damage potential achievements of the other, or vice versa and that at best, as the typical ad combines sentimentality and obviousness, to the point that having an "aesthetics of a notice" is a pejorative phrase made.

other perversions

could continue: Invasiveness (sports and entertainment, landscape, privacy), Ubiquity (everywhere, at all hours, like a plague), Machaconería (two million on TV ads last year), insolence and self-ufanía (companies and brands, always with his insufferable cockiness and estomagantemente happy to have known), conservatism (often bordering on the reactionary), repeatability, continuing topics, Plagiarism, etc.. etc.

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Finally, I leave here for now, knowing that things have been in the ink ... Just add that I understand you have specialists in Advertising, like everything, but there are certain aspects of social reality (others are the politicians, the media or the Bank) which must begin by recognizing the special and serious responsibility in the state of the things. I wanted to talk about advertising as a system that unnerves me and harassing me every day, and whose importance in the strange progress of our civilization is crucial. Still, I think that if the intelligentsia promote an Ethics sector (as they tried to develop most of the professions) of actual use, many of the perversions that have been suggested here could begin to be dismantled.

Any case, the conclusion for me is obvious: a world without advertising would be better and more human.

John White, May 7, 2004

Another interesting article: advertising Individuality The paradox is that, for ourselves, we must use what we imposed from outside. Very interesting, especially the final.

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Today like any other day, I went out with my bike. The difference is that, on this occasion, I was able to capture those things that caught my attention. Here I put some of these snapshots.

Riding my bike

The place where I have written many of my ideas, poetry ...

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Sometimes things that seem simple are the most beautiful hide.

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recently bought a digital camera. So, from now on, I will illustrate my thoughts with some of the images that go Capata.
When an idea goes through my mind ...



What fun is this photo!

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This afternoon, while riding the subway, I tried to imagine I was a stranger in my body. That is, the only thing that would be my brain or my soul. " I figured that my brain had existed for a long period of time (say infinity) but had no perception of the environment and himself. And at that time, at the right moment, came in the skull of a stranger traveling from the metro. It's a strange situation. First to discover yourself immediately and ask how I can move my limbs. That is, the move, but what am I doing to move? Thinking? It just happens, but how? I can think of "move my little finger" but the little finger does not move. However if I want the little moves, he will move. That is, do not give orders and pinky the meet, as if it were a slave. Even though I think mentally, he does not. To move my pinky I have to put my thoughts in one's own finger. As if the brain located imagination (or my be) in my little finger when I consciously move. We know that this is done by nerve impulses, but the exact process (to my knowledge) is still unknown. Ie, how thought becomes a movement.

a kid I always worried about the issue of breathing. Let me explain. Breathe air in and out, it seems a simple thing. But I would say small "And if you forget to breathe the brain?". So I took part in the process and inspire me in and out consciously poníaa. In the first few seconds I was reassured by the fact secure my life. But minutes later I realized how tedious it was to be breathing consciously. If some of my thoughts focused on breathing, I could not do other things. Sometimes I thought that I choked when I realized how difficult it was to keep the same pace for so long (lol).

Another small thing that bothered me was who I was. Well, I guess raised the question as "Who?", but trying to find it was what made me be me and not someone else. I used to wonder how I would feel in the body of another. Sometimes I looked at my parents and tried to feel what they felt at that moment. If my mind had actually migrated to another body, could say that this was still me? What grade are linked to our own body? That is, if the physical body change and way of thinking too (and mine does very often). Two People with the same body, mind and experience, are they the same person? Probably yes, but then are we free? (I return to the subject of the article above.)

difficult it is to make sense of things ... By the way, speaking of senses. Today I thought that very likely the life of human beings as other makes no sense (except that we want to give, how to understand life) because they contribute to the evolution and perfection of nature (and universe) in a very coarse. Would in any case, a poor sense ("If you are strong, crush on your neighbor. ") But what is the meaning of the universe "perfection? Why? Furthermore, the second law of thermodynamics tells us that entropy only makes increase. That is, our destiny is chaos, death. Suppose there is a God, do not fix the problem? What is the meaning of the existence of God? Why has God made this universe? "To entertain? Is God a hedonist?

Everything is meaningless and everything happens in any way ... But, in nature there are regularities. For example, the golden ratio is present in all of nature (even our credit cards - is that nature? - Was considered the perfect rectangle). The total length of the route many rivers between the distance from their origin to their final match many times pi. And this is math. The shape of an atom is similar to the planetary systems (Solar System) and these are similar to how galaxies are ordered systems, etc.

It is a great enigma of which very little by little we are discovering something. Friends, we are here for life (How arises from inorganic life?) and that is something we know with some certainty (Is there really such people?). We will die and we become inorganic matter, in that we always were and always will be (Is our life an opportunity for a lot of dead matter?). We do not know answers to most questions. It is all confusing and strange. But yet here we are and there is this universe. Whether or not a dream, we can feel and think. Let us seize the opportunity and do not willingly die prematurely. Pledge life really. For those who do not like this, to commit suicide, no one forces them to live. To those who have discovered a tempting place of beauty and mysteries, let us hold saboreémoslo Ely. Think and feel (Is it all a dream?).

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