Time
E 'may follow in these words, you can shoot a little' head ... is understandable, given that I write as I think and I think as I write. However, I've warned you ... do not tell me that after I told you!
Of all the things that are part of life, time is definitely the one that fascinates me more than any other. Perhaps because it is something that we feel is there, but we can do than simply measure its inevitable passing.
Not only that, it seems that only flows in one direction.
If we think at the beginning of the Universe, we can not help but place it in a given moment in our usual time scale. We would like to be able to fix the moment when it all originated, not considering that if ever we succeed, we will establish the "while" also compared before and after the instant of creation.
But it makes sense to establish a first? That is, it makes sense to think that time exists even before the Universe?
If so, we are faced with a scenario where time is flowing and there is still nothing.
The time is going by so long? Always? And why?
Or should we determine that the time has also been a source?
In this case we could not determine in an instant where time began to flow because, as I said before, if we set a moment, then establish a first, and the first in this case would not make sense.
E 'already difficult to conceive of a time that flows in the absence of everything else. Imagine a time that "suddenly" begin to flow into the void is something very far from our common thinking ...
Time is running alone and then ... suddenly ... everything appears out of nowhere: even more inexplicable!
Questions about questions ...
Time flows at the same speed?
One would define the speed of time. We could not define it as the change in time in time (seconds per second), unless it falls into a recursive definition. We can not rely on the time to measure time!
The time seems to be a primitive concept.
return a moment to think about the origin of the universe. Everything seems to come back if we suppose that time and matter (or energy, which is the same thing) coexist forcibly, that time does not exist without matter. In this case remain open for two hypotheses: that time and universe have always existed (this involves the periodic recurrence of birth, expansion, collapse and death of the Universe) or that it was born "at the same time." In the latter scenario, the Big Bang fascinating not only would have been a violent appearance of all matter from the void, but also of time ever since.
Even common sense seems to encourage that time alone would not make sense almost. What would be the time if it could not be measured with something, though nothing could change in precisely the same time. If there is nothing, nothing changes and everything (nothing in this case) would "always" identical to itself ... as if time had stopped ... as if time did not exist. Stop the time means that time does not exist?
We have within us an innate sense of the passage of time. Thinking of slowing down time is equivalent to think they can, watching with our usual sense of the passage of time, slowing the passage of time than the rest. Otherwise, if our time together at the time to slow down everything else, we do not notice if time slows down or speeds up.
Here, to measure the "speed" of time it would take, as a reference system, a time dimension parallel to ours and "speed" continued ... but steady compared to what? And then it makes sense to a time dimension parallel to ours? Maybe we should not ask more if something makes sense or not to try to understand certain things. Maybe some things do not have a sense, are like that.
Perhaps there are parallel and adjacent temporal dimensions and the passage of time is just the feeling that we perceive going from one dimension to another.
everything from the origin of the universe had a pulse that makes the initial travel irrespective of wills between adjacent layers of time? This hypothesis seems so unlikely that I would want to discard it. Everything always travel at the same "speed" through layers of these hypothetical storms. All the same speed, because otherwise we would see different effects of time on things of the same type. Atoms of the same element decay more or less quickly and people age faster than others ... Wow, this just seems to have noticed, but it seems to depend on other factors (genetics, lifestyle, environmental conditions, etc.. etc...) Better to use atoms for certain considerations!
Go back in time, in this case the layers of time, would be to cross, "meaning" contrary to the one followed by all matter in our Universe. Maybe if you could meet two Universes, the matter of one travel back in time with respect to other matters. But if the layers in time were common to both universes then everything proceeds normally (in the sense of time of course !!!).
Another hypothesis might be as follows: time is generated by matter. Each particle of matter (or energy) generates a stream of time, to the extent of which would be stable if is proportional or not the mass (or energy) of the particle generator. In this case I do not think it is appropriate to take into account the formula relating mass, energy and the speed of light (E = MC2) as bound to the speed and then at the same time. However, if this were the case, that the time is generated by the universe itself, we would be faced with other questions of a certain caliber: the time has a speed? If so, one could speak of "speed of time" and because the light travels through time, one would assume that the speed of time is greater than or equal to that of light. I imagine the photon as it travels at the speed of light, being himself energy, generates time, and it generates from its speed and therefore time should somehow generated out of the photon, and then go faster than the photon. Maybe I'm exaggerating ...
Perhaps the magnitude of the flow of time generated decreases with increasing speed, to reach zero and the speed of light. In this case, light and time would have the same "speed". Or is it absurd to even think about the concept of speed of time?
Years ago, when I came home from work by car, I went into a tunnel. I said to myself: "If I could die an accident. I'm still alive, but at my age, many people have already died. If you decide you skid, very probably would remain seriously injured or die. My future depends on my choice and can take one direction or another. This is true at every moment: if I do something my future unfolds in a way, but if I do another one, developed in another way. "That's when I flashed the idea of \u200b\u200bmulti-universe. Basically it is a hypothesis that is to look at the snapshot of the entire Universe as the situation resulting from all the choices made throughout our existence: one at any moment! But there's more: at any moment (and therefore every choice) our Universe is in for each of the choices available to us. Each of us, at any time, would be making a choice and therefore would be along a particular branch in the great tree of choice, while at the same time is one of our double-crossing the other branch of choice, in a parallel universe, now separated from us. So who knows how many times I thought I was dead in the other branches of the tree of choices, or whatever that has become in other branches, richer, poorer, etc.. etc..
Perhaps death is an illusion: still others die! If there is always a choice, every moment we die or stay alive: the following instance of us (voluntarily or not) death of the branch dies, the other live on, and so on until the next event.
One could argue that in this way are extraordinarily infinite possible universes. I see no drawbacks to this possibility.
could also happen that some branches of the tree of choices, after numerous bifurcations, going to come together to form the same kind of universe. Very roughly: if I lose one euro at nine o'clock in the morning or three in the afternoon, at 6 pm, while I'm coming home in the car, the situation is exactly the same ... the two universes are united.
Another point concerns the different perception of the passage of time with the increase of our age. I noticed the same effect on me and many I have confirmed that feeling. One gets the impression that when we were kids, the days would last longer and even more the weeks and months. The seasons and years later they were very long. The more we grow more and everything seems to flow more quickly: it seems like yesterday that rocked him to sleep and my son now goes to school. Summer passes in a flash. We are at Christmas and soon we will have to think about the next Summer ...
For this phenomenon I have a purely mathematical theory and a staggering banality (sometimes I find myself alone). Virtually every one of us constantly compares the time intervals to the total duration of its existence: for one child a year, equivalent to 365 days but part of their lives, while for a man of 40 years is equivalent to 14,600 but part and, for a 90-year-old, but the 32,850 part. Kept constant as the period of her own life, is becoming shorter the length of days, months, seasons and years that you live. It would be almost a demonstration that the sensation of time is a product of our mind ... if not time itself.
Why then do something interesting when time seems to rush, but on the contrary, when we do something boring time seems to "never go"? Maybe because when we are psychologically involved by something, most of our attention is focused on one thing and little attention is devoted to measure the passage of time, with the result that when we return to a normal state of attention, things do not go back there and we seem to have been literally " skipped periods of time. Just ask anyone who plays hard to video games ...
The opposite would happen when we get bored.
fact is that the time for me is something fascinating and mysterious.
But life is short and I can not spend all my time thinking about the time.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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Homicide State
URGENT
held at First name Last name, serial number 0123456789/01
This to know that on dd / mm / yyyy at hh: mm: ss the sentence of death sentence against him will be executed at the premises of the penitentiary ABCDEFGHIL MNOPQRSTUVZ.
The execution can also assist family members.
As usual, before being led by our personnel in the premises for the execution of the sentence, will eat a last meal and make the final steps of a toilet, and use the service of confession and extreme unction. Please be punctual and quick in carrying out the preliminary practices.
Regards. The Directorate
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do not know how things are communicated to prisoners waiting to be executed, but I think in certain parts of the world even a simple statement like the one I invented, it is impossible to think about.
The death penalty or capital punishment ... is a nightmare that I crumble the soul.
When, miraculously, the commitments of daily life distract me for some time by this thought, the human world seems bearable but once again I put the thought in this thing for which I can not find an adjective that can give a qualitative description which fully coincides with my anger and dismay, everything fell into deep sadness.
And like a mortally wounded bull in the arena, this dribble away life, while all around him applaud the bullfighter, so I start looking in vain looks hopeless feelings, who hears this thing as I feel. And are there ... next to all those sentenced to death ... with the inevitable end coming ... and every time I die with them ... to find myself alive, ready to suffer again ... once again ... As always hopeless.
this suffering is more alive and more I move away from common thinking and feeling, as if I began to speak a language unknown to most and at the same time I felt closer to their souls ... too close to be seen.
I would like to share these feelings with a greater number of people, but most measures the degree of sensitivity achieved by the neighbor, the more I find myself absurdly alone. Whether it's a damn my "condolence"?
Which got me strange evil?
And I plunged back into life.
URGENT
held at First name Last name, serial number 0123456789/01
This to know that on dd / mm / yyyy at hh: mm: ss the sentence of death sentence against him will be executed at the premises of the penitentiary ABCDEFGHIL MNOPQRSTUVZ.
The execution can also assist family members.
As usual, before being led by our personnel in the premises for the execution of the sentence, will eat a last meal and make the final steps of a toilet, and use the service of confession and extreme unction. Please be punctual and quick in carrying out the preliminary practices.
Regards. The Directorate
-------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------
do not know how things are communicated to prisoners waiting to be executed, but I think in certain parts of the world even a simple statement like the one I invented, it is impossible to think about.
The death penalty or capital punishment ... is a nightmare that I crumble the soul.
When, miraculously, the commitments of daily life distract me for some time by this thought, the human world seems bearable but once again I put the thought in this thing for which I can not find an adjective that can give a qualitative description which fully coincides with my anger and dismay, everything fell into deep sadness.
And like a mortally wounded bull in the arena, this dribble away life, while all around him applaud the bullfighter, so I start looking in vain looks hopeless feelings, who hears this thing as I feel. And are there ... next to all those sentenced to death ... with the inevitable end coming ... and every time I die with them ... to find myself alive, ready to suffer again ... once again ... As always hopeless.
this suffering is more alive and more I move away from common thinking and feeling, as if I began to speak a language unknown to most and at the same time I felt closer to their souls ... too close to be seen.
I would like to share these feelings with a greater number of people, but most measures the degree of sensitivity achieved by the neighbor, the more I find myself absurdly alone. Whether it's a damn my "condolence"?
Which got me strange evil?
And I plunged back into life.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
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Frenitalia
will happen to you, take a trip
Intercity
feel the smell of smoke,
at every stop,
at every stop, and ripuzza
stinks, and stinks
ripuzza ...
There is no secret that something is wrong in the trains (brakes?) Of Intercity about two years now I've traveled several times on intercity trains, that were once the pride of Railways. Then came the cherry tomatoes and finally the Eurostar, the term "Intercity" I mean those trains with carriages divided into compartments, each with six seats and which are accessible from a side corridor.
one time you could open the windows lowering them, today they are inexorably closed: the ventilation should be provided by an air conditioning system that in theory should blow air cool in summer and warm in winter.
One day I was traveling on Intercity, I was sitting in my place, when suddenly, as the train slowed down at the approach of a train, a terrible smell of Bruce has flooded the compartment. I glanced at the other concerned travelers, asking if they too felt that smells terrible. They told me that perhaps there was an issue of ventilation plant and any braking was always the same sulfur.
After a few stops, I realized that it was. I sought refuge in the corridor side, but without success: the infernal stench comes back on time at each stop, soaking the nostrils and throat. The trip, as you can see, it was memorable but the worst is that it was only the first of a series, made for inhalation route to the railroads in Italy.
And to think that the train is advertised as an ecological means of transport!
are now statistically certain that when I mount the next Intercity, I will intoxicate me for the umpteenth time. Yes, "intoxicated" because I'm sure the smell is not only stinks, but also some dust (carcinogenic?) That is released from the brakes and that is fired directly into the compartments from the installation of aeration.
now been over two years from the first sniff of this step and risk addiction lining. I'm really worried because I do not see improvements: the Railways have underestimated the problem?
It 's impossible that they have not noticed anything. Perhaps the InterCity will disappear, and then, by pure economic calculation no further maintenance other than those strictly necessary to turn the wheels?
I also traveled on trains a class of this type of problem and there does not exist. I could feel that the whole surface covered by the order of things: the more you pay and more benefits you receive (even if not always the case).
The fact is that, compared with a lowest cost, I would expect to receive a poorer service only in terms of comfort and speed, but not in terms of lung cancer!
launch this appeal in the hope that something will move.
The three monkeys of the temple Benares Hindu is alternately covering her mouth, eyes and ears: I do not want that we should add a fourth monkey, the one ing the nose!
will happen to you, take a trip
Intercity
feel the smell of smoke,
at every stop,
at every stop, and ripuzza
stinks, and stinks
ripuzza ...
There is no secret that something is wrong in the trains (brakes?) Of Intercity about two years now I've traveled several times on intercity trains, that were once the pride of Railways. Then came the cherry tomatoes and finally the Eurostar, the term "Intercity" I mean those trains with carriages divided into compartments, each with six seats and which are accessible from a side corridor.
one time you could open the windows lowering them, today they are inexorably closed: the ventilation should be provided by an air conditioning system that in theory should blow air cool in summer and warm in winter.
One day I was traveling on Intercity, I was sitting in my place, when suddenly, as the train slowed down at the approach of a train, a terrible smell of Bruce has flooded the compartment. I glanced at the other concerned travelers, asking if they too felt that smells terrible. They told me that perhaps there was an issue of ventilation plant and any braking was always the same sulfur.
After a few stops, I realized that it was. I sought refuge in the corridor side, but without success: the infernal stench comes back on time at each stop, soaking the nostrils and throat. The trip, as you can see, it was memorable but the worst is that it was only the first of a series, made for inhalation route to the railroads in Italy.
And to think that the train is advertised as an ecological means of transport!
are now statistically certain that when I mount the next Intercity, I will intoxicate me for the umpteenth time. Yes, "intoxicated" because I'm sure the smell is not only stinks, but also some dust (carcinogenic?) That is released from the brakes and that is fired directly into the compartments from the installation of aeration.
now been over two years from the first sniff of this step and risk addiction lining. I'm really worried because I do not see improvements: the Railways have underestimated the problem?
It 's impossible that they have not noticed anything. Perhaps the InterCity will disappear, and then, by pure economic calculation no further maintenance other than those strictly necessary to turn the wheels?
I also traveled on trains a class of this type of problem and there does not exist. I could feel that the whole surface covered by the order of things: the more you pay and more benefits you receive (even if not always the case).
The fact is that, compared with a lowest cost, I would expect to receive a poorer service only in terms of comfort and speed, but not in terms of lung cancer!
launch this appeal in the hope that something will move.
The three monkeys of the temple Benares Hindu is alternately covering her mouth, eyes and ears: I do not want that we should add a fourth monkey, the one ing the nose!
Thursday, June 1, 2006
Backyard Makeover Cost
Free Beach
Among the many things that annoy me, there are some that just can not bear. In my opinion, the ability to physically enjoy our coasts should be a constitutional right. I am not referring only to the shoreline, but also at the beach or coast that precedes it.
To provide additional services to what is the simple enjoyment of the beach as it was created by Mother Nature, every year more and more parts of the coast are sold under license managers or Lidi Baths, whatever you want. Who would be satisfied with the simple beach is forced to take refuge in portions smaller and smaller and more crowded the so-called "free beaches". The levels of overcrowding frequently reach unbearable levels: the beach is literally carpeted with towels, backpacks, umbrellas, etc.. etc..
Italy has plenty of beaches, but only a small percentage is free to use, the balance being paid ... and that payment!
As in all things, it would take more than common sense, but common sense is usually overshadowed by those who prefer their own interests, and if the latter category people have more weight than the other, common sense is completely buried.
Go, or perhaps (given the code mileage cars that are created during the bathing season) would be better to say "stay" the sea is healthy, both physically and mentally. If you talk to the right to health, our mind flies to sad shores called hospitals and drugs. Hardly call to mind the sense of well being tried according to the sea. Still, it's all healthy!
think that often the simple access to the sea is prevented: you can not even go through the beach shore to reach the poor. Who does not pay is not even worthy to show his annoying presence to those who are "customer."
possible that to keep the sea in a human way we have to be to force customers??
Maybe not in all parts of Italy the situation is so drastic as I have described myself. Blessed be (and protected) places where you can still get up in the morning and decide whether or not to go to the beach regardless of the portfolio.
do not say that the bathing establishments should be removed, no, no, those who wish to take advantage of paid services must be able to do so, but the proportion of beach "private" beach and "free" too hangs in favor of the former. Call it
to observe. Notice how, year after year, the stretch of coast where you are going to spend the summer, to be transformed. Look well and raise your hand if you've seen a beach become larger (wider) than the previous summer. I see no hands raised ... courage, fear not, I'd be happy.
Most likely you will see just the opposite: you'll see one or two rows of poles, supporting a rope or chain, cut off a slice of beach.
will see just inside the rows of umbrellas and lounge chairs that were not there the year before and, finally, you will see a new building as a bar, with the inevitable jubox playing and the scent of croissants.
jubox The usual and the usual croissants which we find in all the other beaches. The following year
do not think you see everything disappear, indeed: the presence in the territory will be established by means of pedal brand new cabins and showers (hot and cold).
It seems that this stretch of coast has been that way forever, but you, keen observers, you know that it is not. If you dare to get closer to the establishment, most likely you will notice that some dunes or a piece of pine forest has been "privatized" to "use parking for the customers of the beach". The work
has come to fruition, and now we just have to settle for what remains of "our" beach: If you juxtapose a bit 'towels, maybe we can get into all this year ... maybe!
Since observers are born, you may have noticed another thing that I think the more shocking than all those umbrellas and deck chairs are for the most part desperately empty. I conclude that either are overestimated in number or, if they are all leased, are used for a short time. There are those who rent chairs and umbrellas for the whole season, "and then uses only a few days a week and maybe only in the morning or just afternoon.
In Italy as there are umbrellas and lounge chairs that are there to occupy the beaches just for the benefit of managers?
the face of those who simply love being at sea ... and does not need accessories, but especially in the face of the health of those who do not have money to spend.
Among the many things that annoy me, there are some that just can not bear. In my opinion, the ability to physically enjoy our coasts should be a constitutional right. I am not referring only to the shoreline, but also at the beach or coast that precedes it.
To provide additional services to what is the simple enjoyment of the beach as it was created by Mother Nature, every year more and more parts of the coast are sold under license managers or Lidi Baths, whatever you want. Who would be satisfied with the simple beach is forced to take refuge in portions smaller and smaller and more crowded the so-called "free beaches". The levels of overcrowding frequently reach unbearable levels: the beach is literally carpeted with towels, backpacks, umbrellas, etc.. etc..
Italy has plenty of beaches, but only a small percentage is free to use, the balance being paid ... and that payment!
As in all things, it would take more than common sense, but common sense is usually overshadowed by those who prefer their own interests, and if the latter category people have more weight than the other, common sense is completely buried.
Go, or perhaps (given the code mileage cars that are created during the bathing season) would be better to say "stay" the sea is healthy, both physically and mentally. If you talk to the right to health, our mind flies to sad shores called hospitals and drugs. Hardly call to mind the sense of well being tried according to the sea. Still, it's all healthy!
think that often the simple access to the sea is prevented: you can not even go through the beach shore to reach the poor. Who does not pay is not even worthy to show his annoying presence to those who are "customer."
possible that to keep the sea in a human way we have to be to force customers??
Maybe not in all parts of Italy the situation is so drastic as I have described myself. Blessed be (and protected) places where you can still get up in the morning and decide whether or not to go to the beach regardless of the portfolio.
do not say that the bathing establishments should be removed, no, no, those who wish to take advantage of paid services must be able to do so, but the proportion of beach "private" beach and "free" too hangs in favor of the former. Call it
to observe. Notice how, year after year, the stretch of coast where you are going to spend the summer, to be transformed. Look well and raise your hand if you've seen a beach become larger (wider) than the previous summer. I see no hands raised ... courage, fear not, I'd be happy.
Most likely you will see just the opposite: you'll see one or two rows of poles, supporting a rope or chain, cut off a slice of beach.
will see just inside the rows of umbrellas and lounge chairs that were not there the year before and, finally, you will see a new building as a bar, with the inevitable jubox playing and the scent of croissants.
jubox The usual and the usual croissants which we find in all the other beaches. The following year
do not think you see everything disappear, indeed: the presence in the territory will be established by means of pedal brand new cabins and showers (hot and cold).
It seems that this stretch of coast has been that way forever, but you, keen observers, you know that it is not. If you dare to get closer to the establishment, most likely you will notice that some dunes or a piece of pine forest has been "privatized" to "use parking for the customers of the beach". The work
has come to fruition, and now we just have to settle for what remains of "our" beach: If you juxtapose a bit 'towels, maybe we can get into all this year ... maybe!
Since observers are born, you may have noticed another thing that I think the more shocking than all those umbrellas and deck chairs are for the most part desperately empty. I conclude that either are overestimated in number or, if they are all leased, are used for a short time. There are those who rent chairs and umbrellas for the whole season, "and then uses only a few days a week and maybe only in the morning or just afternoon.
In Italy as there are umbrellas and lounge chairs that are there to occupy the beaches just for the benefit of managers?
the face of those who simply love being at sea ... and does not need accessories, but especially in the face of the health of those who do not have money to spend.
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
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A world without questions
Sometimes I think about how a company could be made by extraterrestrials.
addition to the physical form of people, I try to imagine how they could be woven into the social relations with the inhabitants of that hypothetical world.
Assuming that they are able to use language, nothing assures us that it is something like a language on earth. Being a language
that has evolved completely separate from human languages, may have different structures, simpler or more complex than those of terrestrial languages.
may have more features than our language and simultaneously to be lacking in others.
I like to assume that, among the missing features, there is the question.
On Earth, we assume that any language has developed a form suitable to ask a question: whether in the form, using appropriate words such as "when", "where", "why" "how" and the question mark (the English make it even earlier the sentence overturned, in order to prepare the reader voice intonation appropriate to the formulation of the question) and is just intonation. If there
alien populations are able to communicate without asking any questions, then this discovery would lead us necessarily to re-examine our human relationships, because the language is derived precisely from the existence of interpersonal relationships and the need for better exchange of information or by hope that the other is already aware of useful information to us.
would then think that these aliens are the egocentric nature.
a language where there is the question suggests that the speaker is so sure of himself and has no need to point that it never need to ask anybody anything. A population of
born learned in other words!
This would think at first, but if we pause a moment to reflect, perhaps we could find some other reason to everything.
Imagine instead that "our" alien to capacity and have developed over the millennia, the ability to perceive the needs and desires of others, without "forcing" necessarily having to make into a question. On Earth, this capability is called "empathy" and this hypothetical world would call it just like that: "Empathy."
This is why the sentences of the inhabitants of Empathy lose that aura of presumption which had cloaked the beginning. Sentences are handed down to their wishes and needs in one direction and to provide useful information in the other.
Empathy On occasion there are phrases, which happen on Earth are the same old questions about health or about the weather. The empathy (Faulty strange aliens) listen carefully and then when the other person has finished speaking, if they have the information they say, would not ask questions.
I would not mind living for a while 'on empathy, to try as you live without being pestered with questions.
As you can see I'm training, I wrote this story without question, "telling" exactly my idea. In doing so I noticed that initially it is difficult to stop to ask (even to themselves), but then I finally realized that it is much better to say something unselfish, rather than ask for it.
Sometimes I think about how a company could be made by extraterrestrials.
addition to the physical form of people, I try to imagine how they could be woven into the social relations with the inhabitants of that hypothetical world.
Assuming that they are able to use language, nothing assures us that it is something like a language on earth. Being a language
that has evolved completely separate from human languages, may have different structures, simpler or more complex than those of terrestrial languages.
may have more features than our language and simultaneously to be lacking in others.
I like to assume that, among the missing features, there is the question.
On Earth, we assume that any language has developed a form suitable to ask a question: whether in the form, using appropriate words such as "when", "where", "why" "how" and the question mark (the English make it even earlier the sentence overturned, in order to prepare the reader voice intonation appropriate to the formulation of the question) and is just intonation. If there
alien populations are able to communicate without asking any questions, then this discovery would lead us necessarily to re-examine our human relationships, because the language is derived precisely from the existence of interpersonal relationships and the need for better exchange of information or by hope that the other is already aware of useful information to us.
would then think that these aliens are the egocentric nature.
a language where there is the question suggests that the speaker is so sure of himself and has no need to point that it never need to ask anybody anything. A population of
born learned in other words!
This would think at first, but if we pause a moment to reflect, perhaps we could find some other reason to everything.
Imagine instead that "our" alien to capacity and have developed over the millennia, the ability to perceive the needs and desires of others, without "forcing" necessarily having to make into a question. On Earth, this capability is called "empathy" and this hypothetical world would call it just like that: "Empathy."
This is why the sentences of the inhabitants of Empathy lose that aura of presumption which had cloaked the beginning. Sentences are handed down to their wishes and needs in one direction and to provide useful information in the other.
Empathy On occasion there are phrases, which happen on Earth are the same old questions about health or about the weather. The empathy (Faulty strange aliens) listen carefully and then when the other person has finished speaking, if they have the information they say, would not ask questions.
I would not mind living for a while 'on empathy, to try as you live without being pestered with questions.
As you can see I'm training, I wrote this story without question, "telling" exactly my idea. In doing so I noticed that initially it is difficult to stop to ask (even to themselves), but then I finally realized that it is much better to say something unselfish, rather than ask for it.
Friday, February 10, 2006
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small steps
Building. Here is a nice word!
For me it is just the opposite of "destroy", but it's a lifestyle.
To build anything, whether material or virtual, it takes commitment.
You try, you are wrong, try again until we realize that a brick, a piece enterprise is the right one: it consolidate and move forward.
However, being much easier to destroy the building, many people choose to be destructive, envy, disrespect, carelessness to opt for this form of leadership that has as its sole compensation for the temporary exaltation.
Here, "momentary", "temporarily" and the resulting "fleetingness", "fragile" and "insecurity" are the antithesis of what I pursue, something lasting, safe and reliable.
everyday life often puts us in the face of such sudden changes, as radical but, like a crab on the rocks, after the wave has passed him find them busy eating algae, so after every slap of my life I find them to reconstruct, step by step, brick by brick my ideal future.
The "future" is never equal to what you imagine, then it seems useless to give so much to do to build a sand castle by the sea destroys every night at high tide. Perhaps the best part is the very act of building, the feel of something creative, active and positive entity in this world. The important link with this space-time staple of our commitment.
Everything passes, we, with all our dreams and all our problems. The only way to give meaning to our existence is to commit ourselves to doing something positive. It does not matter if it's something as seemingly innocent: it's worth it ... Next
way: step by step, with an eye to the future, realizing the present.
Building. Here is a nice word!
For me it is just the opposite of "destroy", but it's a lifestyle.
To build anything, whether material or virtual, it takes commitment.
You try, you are wrong, try again until we realize that a brick, a piece enterprise is the right one: it consolidate and move forward.
However, being much easier to destroy the building, many people choose to be destructive, envy, disrespect, carelessness to opt for this form of leadership that has as its sole compensation for the temporary exaltation.
Here, "momentary", "temporarily" and the resulting "fleetingness", "fragile" and "insecurity" are the antithesis of what I pursue, something lasting, safe and reliable.
everyday life often puts us in the face of such sudden changes, as radical but, like a crab on the rocks, after the wave has passed him find them busy eating algae, so after every slap of my life I find them to reconstruct, step by step, brick by brick my ideal future.
The "future" is never equal to what you imagine, then it seems useless to give so much to do to build a sand castle by the sea destroys every night at high tide. Perhaps the best part is the very act of building, the feel of something creative, active and positive entity in this world. The important link with this space-time staple of our commitment.
Everything passes, we, with all our dreams and all our problems. The only way to give meaning to our existence is to commit ourselves to doing something positive. It does not matter if it's something as seemingly innocent: it's worth it ... Next
way: step by step, with an eye to the future, realizing the present.
Monday, January 16, 2006
What Is Scandinavian Descent
We who live in this world ...
How big "our" world?
's great as much as it is the number of people and places that we have known.
What remains for us when we are older?
The memories of people and places known.
And what will we?
Memories of us ... from time to time ... in the thoughts of those who have known and in the shadows of where we lived.
Wish there for a moment in the sense of "knowing."
How do we know a person or a place?
There are many ways of knowing and each of these is a unique mix of our senses, our passion and our heart.
If we just think that knowing the meaning of "seeing", making a big mistake: think about it for the blind. If so, this category of people would be cut off from any kind of knowledge. We know that it is not.
know and put in contact with only momentary and expression of another person or place. It 'just this momentary event which constitutes its uniqueness.
knowledge so that's what is inside us as a result of these contacts. What we find today in our memories is not the same as what we find tomorrow's half our memory and our states of mind that every time we present a picture of similar but not identical experiences.
Sometimes a place we recollect the memory of colors, sometimes what sounds and sometimes even the smells. So there are actual levels of knowledge which contribute in turn to a different extent, to provide the memory. There is the objective component of memory, but there is also the subjective one. Both help to produce the memory mixes in an apparently random and end up churning out something that is both similar to itself but always different. The source of this apparent randomness in the creation of memories, I suppose will be found in something deeply unstable and ever changing: our mind. The memory may emerge
spontanenamente or wanted to act.
In the first case also has a certain charm and can provoke emotions: it is almost like reliving an event or to revise the person or place.
In the second looks like an animal in captivity has arrived in our memory forcibly, there is now, we can use for our purposes, but does not allow itself to our feelings and just We get distracted for a moment vanishes as quickly as he can.
There are also books and in general all the writings: they are real vectors and intermediate gap, containers of thoughts that can be transported intact wonder how far in space and time. These are special places (the books), home to the reasoning, feelings and emotions of those who wrote them: the arguments are the easiest to write, the more difficult emotions, but if you can write your feelings, it is likely that the reader may also come a wave of those emotions at the time the author.
And you tell me how great "your" world?
How big "our" world?
's great as much as it is the number of people and places that we have known.
What remains for us when we are older?
The memories of people and places known.
And what will we?
Memories of us ... from time to time ... in the thoughts of those who have known and in the shadows of where we lived.
Wish there for a moment in the sense of "knowing."
How do we know a person or a place?
There are many ways of knowing and each of these is a unique mix of our senses, our passion and our heart.
If we just think that knowing the meaning of "seeing", making a big mistake: think about it for the blind. If so, this category of people would be cut off from any kind of knowledge. We know that it is not.
know and put in contact with only momentary and expression of another person or place. It 'just this momentary event which constitutes its uniqueness.
knowledge so that's what is inside us as a result of these contacts. What we find today in our memories is not the same as what we find tomorrow's half our memory and our states of mind that every time we present a picture of similar but not identical experiences.
Sometimes a place we recollect the memory of colors, sometimes what sounds and sometimes even the smells. So there are actual levels of knowledge which contribute in turn to a different extent, to provide the memory. There is the objective component of memory, but there is also the subjective one. Both help to produce the memory mixes in an apparently random and end up churning out something that is both similar to itself but always different. The source of this apparent randomness in the creation of memories, I suppose will be found in something deeply unstable and ever changing: our mind. The memory may emerge
spontanenamente or wanted to act.
In the first case also has a certain charm and can provoke emotions: it is almost like reliving an event or to revise the person or place.
In the second looks like an animal in captivity has arrived in our memory forcibly, there is now, we can use for our purposes, but does not allow itself to our feelings and just We get distracted for a moment vanishes as quickly as he can.
There are also books and in general all the writings: they are real vectors and intermediate gap, containers of thoughts that can be transported intact wonder how far in space and time. These are special places (the books), home to the reasoning, feelings and emotions of those who wrote them: the arguments are the easiest to write, the more difficult emotions, but if you can write your feelings, it is likely that the reader may also come a wave of those emotions at the time the author.
And you tell me how great "your" world?
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