There are moments in people's lives, when you go down the street and you realize the sun illuminates something new on the road that we walk every day, just opened a store, new models of cars, clothes and hairstyles ever views. All that we see around us changes as slowly as surely, the world continues to turn in on itself, without stopping, and all around something or someone, and something is born, or someone dies. For better or for worse.
There are times, and they are terrible in which we find to be unsuitable for these changes, or just slightly off-time, "a little 'back, like when my Dad bought a VCR and saw the ease with which I or my brother interacted with the new instrument as he struggled and tried, with ill-concealed annoyance, to understand what we did following the instruction manual. What happened to my Dad happens to everyone, including me. Around me, to us, the world is changing and not just in material things, in the objects we see and touch, but also change people, desires, ideas and passions. πάντα ῥεῖ (panta rei, writing with the Latin alphabet) "Everything flows," said Heraclitus five hundred years before Christ:
"You can not go down the same river twice, and you can not touch mortal substance twice in the same state, but because dell'impetuosità and speed of change, it disperses and gathers, comes and goes. "apologize if it is short.
I have this image in mind: a man is on the side of its river and watch the water flowing. This gives him anxiety, would touch all that water but it does and it runs and never comes back, starts to turn around turn over more and more agitated, trying to fetch water with her hands but it takes too little, and then immediately fall out of the hands while trying to stop another. He stops, looks around, he realizes he can not stop the water, as a young man had run sula river bank, had thrown himself into it, he played with the water, but now he feels he is unable to follow relentless, feels inadequate, slow, old.
There is another phrase that glimmers in my brain for a few days and is by Albert Camus :
"Living against a wall, you dog's life. Well, the men of my generation and that which enters today in factories and power, have lived and are living more like dogs. Thanks to science, thanks to science "I read in a book by Leonardo Sciascia , has used it to comment the reasons that prompted him to hear the case Majorana, in an article in La Stampa, 24 December 1975. Majorana was a brilliant physicist who lived its heyday in the late thirties when he disappeared, according to Sciascia, because he realized that physics would have discovered and created, and humanity would have used: the atomic bomb, to date the worst inventions man. Majorana dissociated himself from the constant change of man, by the continuous discovery and disappeared, according to Sciascia, a monastery in the South, he found no more. He refused the change, the flow of water.
A second man is on the side of its river, watching the water flowing, understand his bike, his essence, his being. He saw that the river could go out and overwhelm him and all his intelligence is not enough to stop him in the bed so much as out. He walks away, finds a secluded spot, sits down, holds his head in his hands, collects his face between his knees and decided that most will not move from there, will not go over the river to watch.
The people I see around me, listening to the speeches, the words that I read everything converges on this almost existential problem, the mismatch or misalignment natural man against the natural evolution of the world, being with his feet in the future and head to the desperate search for what is past, of what there is.
The first man is still there, barely has noticed what he did the second man, his strange behavior, he stands there staring stupidly running water, would follow it, stop it, have it. Nor do we know of its dangers. Then an idea, or is suggested, take a glass jar and contains a little in there, what can, and keep it with you. Secretly aware that sooner or later the water will evaporate or in a nauseating stink, but happy to have stopped for a moment, to be able to keep her. It will be his tradition
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