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... then you feel that the imagination, that inexhaustible imagination, eventually tired, exhausted by the permanent tension that experience, he abandoned his ideals presognati: they fall into dust, they break into fragments, and if not there is another life, then we have to build it with these fragments.

White Nights, Dostoevsky.

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The Pilgrim Shadowsong

L 'Ombra is a pilgrim who travels and observes.
In his perpetual motion appears and disappears without any calculation.
One thing is certain. In the chaos of an appointment postponed to a vague future, sooner or later return.

back exhausted, with his weight, dark gray sack full of melancholy, fear, dell'Incompresione, accumulated in the Path of Solitude. And what can be walking down the path where the shadow if not the soul that created it? and where it comes from the contents of his bag if not the same restlessness?

Stanca sits ruinously in the dwelling which has started with his desire to break heavily fictitious balance created to convince us that the most terrible of lies: that in us there is something hopelessly wrong, a scarlet letter darkened only by adhering to the fees imposed by someone other than poor by us with the presumption of absolute truth .

Here begins the dance of as it should be, how he should react, the times when you should react, expressions of sadness that you should not have, of how you would improve life for the imaginary life that probably the one who pours out some pearls of wisdom, does not possess.

But if we have the courage not to listen to this, everything slowly at the end brings us back to exactly Center us at that Pellegrino Shadowsong that like all travelers looking for a few simple things: someone who can fill his thirst, someone who can tell his story to be released in part from his burdens, someone who can give him a stick to facilitate its resumption.

And one thing is certain. In the chaos of an appointment postponed to a vague future, Pellegrino, once restored, he leaves. Still bears that burden dark gray, but now, when his back is getting smaller on the horizon, it would seem really lighter.

Pellegrino good trip, at the latest possible.

Even if you already know that the date of our meeting again, will depend solely on me.

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Experts

Public a post already written four years ago on my first blog alternative information for the topic, enough current for both the background of my blog, focusing on the Social and shadows that hide .

Good reading.

I saw an old man, I saw the eyes and lips moved to the memory of that youth spent with a rifle and a coat in the frozen wastelands of Russia, to see so many of her brothers fall in life, one after another, in a war not their own, away from both his home and from his case because "only when it happens you realize its uselessness." Thank you for having found the strength to endure cold and hunger, and to be returned to Italy to tell us about it.

I saw an old man, two fists outraged by the deaths, from abuse, theft, but the worst, when you rob them of freedom and dignity because it is the horror that you take it away, the horror of seeing the constant procession, day after day, toward the showers of "cleansing" of Auschwitz, to the torture chambers, and can do nothing.
I saw the same old jew, before the footage of torture in American prisons of Abu Ghraib, and hostages in the hands of terrorists, shaking his head in helpless in finding a story that is repeated and repeated and repeated.

I saw the elderly on a wheelchair and I saw a finger pointing to the American flag, the same flag that had taken them 60 years in Vietnam in mome "democracy" and that democracy itself has chosen to marginalize them, witness the failure of an unnecessary war. To me you won the same complaints as you did with your win, for once, the Truth.

I saw now older mothers, those arms close together, marching for the last time in Plaza de Mayo Buenos Aires in Argentina, the arms they would have liked to tighten young children "disappeared" who were opposed to the "democratic process of reorganizing the military" and that it has made to remain only shadows, were gone forever. Thanks for having resisted the mourning your child, you were one of the finest examples of motherly love.

I saw an old man, 75 year old, Lama Palden Gyatso, Tibetan, in a long hunger strike in Turin Olympics, to remind everyone that the power is presumptuous, abused, imprisoned, as it did with him for 30 years, thrown in a Chinese prison because he had opposed the employment of that government which has criticized the youth as well as censorship hour information, the truth is too uncomfortable to a system. Thank you for being stronger than the solitude of a life, because I am almost 30 years, a life.

I saw an old man from Lodi, 5days ago on the news, go daily from the road that separated the house from newsstand, a few hundred meters of escape and freedom, in steps that were well more than a walk but an affirmation of life and that means that there is still "walk" because of the way a bunch of kids under age, the daily denigrating and hit him in the absence of a worthy intellectual employment, strong in the logical group, carriers of deficiency insane. Thanks for still being released every day at home, your freedom was stronger than their cowardice.

I saw an old man dressed in white die in a white room of the Vatican, but not before he showed to the world how much we can have dignity in suffering, that life must be earned all the way till the last breath, even if it hurts, even if it makes you regret the past, even if it makes you tremble, because it is the physical weakness that becomes a force that beats even death when people do not give in . Thanks for drawing that to understand, are you still alive over his suffering, forever in our hearts.

I saw elderly, single fathers and mothers, once a young, weaned with their sweat and their sacrifices the children of today, these same children of the society that now sees the elderly as an economic loss, social inefficiency, easy prey to abuse and harassment, those relegated to the zoo in denial that the hospices. Thanks for being there again and to remind young people of today that they too one day will become elders.

Let's ask these experts life, that they have lived, meaning War, Grief, Abuse, regimes, censorship, Murder some more than others would know us better than others indicate right way to go to live a good life. Definitely better than other more "youngsters", locked up in their "white houses", to decide over life and death for a handful of money, because these are the money in comparison to a life. These "youngsters" were young, their fathers, they too old now, should have given a lot of spanking.
But many, many.

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Life Shadow of A Beautiful Mind

" For example, its not a believer, could think of Zarathustra as simply a madman who has brought millions of fools to take a cult of ritual worship of fire. But without his "madness" Zarathustra would be only the other millions or billions of individuals who lived ... and then forgotten. "

The words of a genius. The words of a Madman. The words of a man.
John Nash, the distinguished mathematician who was inspired by the Ron Howard film "A Beautiful Mind", I am always belonged to that category of personal heroes in which usually includes Batman or Pelé. I had heard him before the said film, through its " Game Theory," but it was after it came into my heart. Not for its Engineers, for his scientific career or a Nobel Prize in 1994, but because of its unique battle against the worst enemy: itself.

absolutely not resume his story here: why it exists, in addition to the film, a rich biography network which is absolutely great.

I was fascinated, in particular, his grueling fight against mental illness , that Paranoid Schizophrenia, in a period like the late '50s, not many left some horizons of hope, not only clinical but also of social redemption. Even today, this disease is considered incurable in most cases.

Delusions, Medicines, Insulinoshock, Electrotherapy marked a body that was already being devastated at the threshold of his 40 years. But in the end it came out. He managed to live with it. He accepted what life has given him: a genius next to a parallel reality where to live unreal visions.

Nash But I admire beyond Healing or control that had, in recent years, the disease: I admire him for bringing and told us that since the 'Shadow is terribly democratic and transverse affecting any social class, racial, cultural, without any distinction.

... statistically it is unlikely that a scientist of 66 is able to reach the level of his previous achievements. However I'm applying to my work, thinking of the past 25 years in the 'illusion "as" atypical holiday " . I hope this can get some results of value through my current studies or through new ideas and futur ".

The impossible was made possible. Why not think that the Genius of Nash, despite his age, we still surprised?

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Lighting

write a message of submission with the full knowledge that he is writing for me.
Or rather, that part of me that wanted this blog.

Shadow: a term mean physical, philosophical indicates that the dark side of matter and psyche, hidden by all that is apparent, clear, clear, but without which it would generate this phenomenon, which invests in its entirety Man.

Shadow and Light are the faces of a phenomenon that involves everyone, but that someone like me, became something of a stormy and intense in both forms, this is what the writing, my great passion for a long time since I want to go to exorcising.

Scripture that allowed me, ironically, to create a place of 'information relate precisely where those lights and shadows of a communication today where all or almost, to be truly understood, must be read from the perspective of its opposite.

And finally, the 'Shadow', refers to the suffering of living with which, through my work as a doctor, I have to do each day, and towards whom I feel in my small, can bring a little light.

That Light which I trust will be my lighthouse in the path you have taken long ago to the staff Lighting: a ' lighting that is not to be the frantic search for perfection, but the response to a great obviousness of Life, namely that it fits exactly as it already is.

Good luck to you and me.

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