Thursday, July 17, 2008
The body, the prison and school break that I won’t have
Today is my first day “almost on holiday”, due to a slight strike, we from the school administration, ran out of recess. I thought why does a human being need to stop, if everything in the universe is moving?
Well! Maybe people stop or want to stop because they are tired of the “same” and routine lead us to boredom, or perhaps we decided to stop when the body, up for having significant mechanical parts, though not a mechanic, is tired… If it gets tired … tired of always have done the same or simply have done too much, It has produced or been waiting for long time …
Gyms require the body, at work the same our “I” also requires that body, is not there a moment when he says: ” Let me grow old, tiring, resting, dying, because I have already given my time to the world … We always think we know everything about our body from birth. We try to control it and condition it. We try to impose the reason and what we conceive to be correct about it and never heard their need than hunger, gender and aesthetics …
It has its own language and wisdom confusing in the light of reason.
“It is a great expert on yourself, when it feels needs madden us up to be serviced, It knows the medicine and how to heal itself…Pity our evolution has as price manipulation of the physical substance …The more we study, articulate, the most impedes communication between body and mind ..
Socrates said that “the body is the prison of the soul,” but it’s so efficient that causes us full sympathy, isn’t it?
I truly believe it is a prison, however well planned and comrade, that does everything to bring about our well being… Not to mention that most will not run out of that prison…
It is very likely that this body, for some pride for others shame, It also knows when to stop, although we don’t respect all their wishes as well as their natural aging and expected, worthy of those who served in the best possible way, all penalties imposed since the dawn of civilization…
I’m still 39. I want to stop parts of the body and others into shape. Nevertheless, I would give the deserved rest at the time that my body requires it…
domingo, 28 de novembro de 2010
segunda-feira, 15 de novembro de 2010
Children
Monday, June 30, 2008
Children
I have two children Caio and Letícia. I protect them and I almost never know the dosage that.
My mother’s instinct has developed slowly, wasn’t automatic. So I’m thinking about past mistakes, what was correct or not.
They fight a lot, perhaps because sexual difference, perhaps perchance to the horoscope, or maybe because the socialization depends not only hormones, but the experience.
Seeing the news, we all fear for our children. Global forecasts are not as good: the same territorial disputes, too many people on the planet, too much garbage to the point of having no more landfills, however, remains strong, the need to propagate our genes.
Henceforth, children are more than a continuation of DNA, are narcissistic projections. At one point we always try to “come” inside them and live by them.
Of course there is the natural time of separation, as in the Madonna song “Papa do not Preach”, but we are so used to govern the terms someone who shocks us with any threat of rebellion in our home.
Antagonistically, parallel to that super-protect, postmodernism has led to an exaggerated individualism where the family itself exclude their children …
The working world doesn’t “contain” children unless they also produce or confirm the expectation of their parents.
I know that this practice will change anti-existential, perhaps when decreasing the number of children in homes, and when the work of the woman or the man inside the house is valued more than the practice of having two or three jobs for money and power consuming the excess garbage that will turn one day …
I only have two kids and I see the complexity of creating them. I know I must guide them to the world, as this is much bigger than me. For now try to solve the problem of respect between blood brothers.
Original from: www.diariodececiliaonline.blogspot.com
Children
I have two children Caio and Letícia. I protect them and I almost never know the dosage that.
My mother’s instinct has developed slowly, wasn’t automatic. So I’m thinking about past mistakes, what was correct or not.
They fight a lot, perhaps because sexual difference, perhaps perchance to the horoscope, or maybe because the socialization depends not only hormones, but the experience.
Seeing the news, we all fear for our children. Global forecasts are not as good: the same territorial disputes, too many people on the planet, too much garbage to the point of having no more landfills, however, remains strong, the need to propagate our genes.
Henceforth, children are more than a continuation of DNA, are narcissistic projections. At one point we always try to “come” inside them and live by them.
Of course there is the natural time of separation, as in the Madonna song “Papa do not Preach”, but we are so used to govern the terms someone who shocks us with any threat of rebellion in our home.
Antagonistically, parallel to that super-protect, postmodernism has led to an exaggerated individualism where the family itself exclude their children …
The working world doesn’t “contain” children unless they also produce or confirm the expectation of their parents.
I know that this practice will change anti-existential, perhaps when decreasing the number of children in homes, and when the work of the woman or the man inside the house is valued more than the practice of having two or three jobs for money and power consuming the excess garbage that will turn one day …
I only have two kids and I see the complexity of creating them. I know I must guide them to the world, as this is much bigger than me. For now try to solve the problem of respect between blood brothers.
Original from: www.diariodececiliaonline.blogspot.com
domingo, 14 de novembro de 2010
Incorruptible bodies
Wenesday, June 18, 2008
Incorruptible bodies
During those days I've been seeing on Youtube, perhaps from a morbid part of me, so-called "incorruptible bodies" that have come centuries but don’t decompose. In Catholicism as there are several of the Blessed Bernadette in France. They say that Fernando Pessoa was also his body intact, 50 years after his death.
It’s interesting try to understand the physical body as autonomous, as if It breathed alone even lifeless motor.
I don’t know if there are chemical conditions that may favor or if it is our destiny to become dust...
It’s complex look at a mirror and see the logical time of the meat as it is very difficult to look at a cold and lifeless body and think why It didn’t wake up.
However our body fulfills several functions for which hardly gets bonus: Anyone who has watched on their little toes? Co - responsible for our movements and our morning run …
A decomposing body shows us that is dead by its appearance? But there are living people who seem to walk with dead bodies?
Really our eyes, live, look for equal, although similar to cheat...
Incorruptible bodies
During those days I've been seeing on Youtube, perhaps from a morbid part of me, so-called "incorruptible bodies" that have come centuries but don’t decompose. In Catholicism as there are several of the Blessed Bernadette in France. They say that Fernando Pessoa was also his body intact, 50 years after his death.
It’s interesting try to understand the physical body as autonomous, as if It breathed alone even lifeless motor.
I don’t know if there are chemical conditions that may favor or if it is our destiny to become dust...
It’s complex look at a mirror and see the logical time of the meat as it is very difficult to look at a cold and lifeless body and think why It didn’t wake up.
However our body fulfills several functions for which hardly gets bonus: Anyone who has watched on their little toes? Co - responsible for our movements and our morning run …
A decomposing body shows us that is dead by its appearance? But there are living people who seem to walk with dead bodies?
Really our eyes, live, look for equal, although similar to cheat...
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