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dead and alive!

In recent weeks I have written recently on the blog. I regret not having put up a sign "summer holidays!" but I think that was understandable.
But in recent weeks my attention has often been to this strange and uneasy relationship between the living and the dead.

On the other hand, death is the nemesis of life. His rival and friend. That would be death without life? What would life be without death? Neither of the two concepts could be conceived. Because each of the two can only be understood when compared with its logical opposite.

In recent weeks I have seen the TV do the race to describe the deaths of the roads in a growing media which I use is still unknown.
In recent weeks I have attended funerals of loved ones and I have witnessed the ups and different emotions of the participants.
In recent weeks I have put the focus on the relationship between living and dead.

And I put forward an observation.

the death is given TOO space.

that can not be ignored, for heaven's sake. There wants to pretend that death does not.
But the importance given to death, closing the game of life seems out of proportion to its importance.
Perhaps because the fundamental fact of my life is that WE ARE HERE TO LIVE.
not know about you but I've always thought so.
Maybe people who do not understand because they operate on opposite that we are here to die! Possible, possible, about the only possible explanation.

So why live if one thinks that is here to die? It would be like going to a brothel to practice abstinence, it would be like going to a banquet to fast for a wedding or would like to go to sea to make skiing.

Why I should inform you that someone has died? Maybe
can also be good .... But I accept it only if someone tells me that he was alive. So I accept it.
Perhaps it may be interesting to know something about death. But little of what he speaks in this materialistic society,
Even death has become an object. Nothing spiritual, nothing.
So no concept of death, reflections on its meaning and its spiritual relationship with us.
death reduced to a "car crash", to "cover torn" to "tears of those who remain."
Death is also these things but it's not just these things. Death is the nemesis of life. His opponent and party-giving meaning.
I would give greater weight to less death and the dead.
I speak of death. But I would live in contexts in everyday life. I would talk and ask me about death: What
? Why is it? What's next for you?
I'd do better to enjoy life.

saddens me to see someone go promptly to the funeral of a relative but do not go in those days to the wedding of another close relative also. Why? Because the funeral is right? And greet a couple who gets married right?
E 'duty is not only right to grieve and rejoice? Why this discrimination

toward life? I'm not there.
And think with your head.

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Arrriva a time when to say enough!

There comes a time when patience is over.
How many of us know this state of mind.

The problem is that too often this becomes a point against. You become weak before the situation that made us run out of patience.
Why patience is a defense shield.

Ship Enterprise to Earth: the shields hold, but not for long. The enemies are using lasers and phasers, and masers, and gnaser of unprecedented power. What do we do? "

But the exhaustion of patience can also mean the transformation of caterpillar into a chrysalis. And from chrysalis to butterfly, to the magnificent beauty of the splendor of a full life.
full life? What is this? Carneades, who was he?

full life is only one way to indicate that life is following our desires. There is no meter. Life is ours. If we are not trying satisfaction out of life means that the we are living, we're just suffering.

not we who lead and manage our lives but the life that is lead and manage us.
or monitoring life or the life controls us. And there are closely followed by unhappiness.

But the patience to finish, to feel that the time has come to say enough, it means rebelling against the chains, to stop, obstacles, enslaving schemes.
's the dream of a different life. From caterpillar becomes a chrysalis.

I feel that now is the time to say enough!
as a race we're slipping into the grotesque. We are becoming a caricature of ourselves.
Let's look around.
No need to tell it what's wrong! Each of us knows perfectly.
The difficult thing is find something that fits, we think a bit'....

But what's good we ourselves. Not our identity, but we, we just say our dreams, our inner being.
Put it out, let's do it live.
say enough of this filth.

Because there comes a moment when to say enough!