Experience, and A Fool

We are all, to different extent, stupid and ignorant. Stupids are those who confront a familiar scene as they never have been there before, ignorant are those who cannot see every detail of the scene they are in front of. To a certain extent we are mostly excused for this, except when we choose to be so.

Entirely different is the case in which we deliberately prefer to abdicate in front of the real process of experience and the real pratice of intelligence: the art of a fluid relation between different people, the art of investigating the truth in reality, the ultimate quality of men and women.

Experience and intelligence are the outcome of a dangerous life. A life in which you expose your play, your competence and your savoir faire. They progress as a single balance, different arms of the same libra. One cannot be detached from the other, otherwise any mental health is highly improbable.

We Wander Where We Are

Io non so proprio dire
quando sia cominciato
il viaggio che mi ha riportato qui
se le partenze avessero un motivo
e la destinazione fosse poi l’arrivo
ricorderei senz’altro molto meglio

Morning Zeitgeist

My journey begin here, any destination is not an arrival.

From the Other World

Who’s the single person, born after the end of the sixties, in a western country, able to confront the huge catastrophe we’re about to encounter? Who’s the mother who prepared a kid’s mental health that can be useful in the impending future? And who is ready to struggle for the simple development of the necessarly low tech new country? 

People living at the margin, here’s who. The poor, not the miserable, the exiled, not the cowards. Anything useful to conduct an active life in this time and age, anything sustainable in a exclusive and mob regulated world, will be, in a few years, counterproductive, and in itself exclusive, eventually.

Education, in a truthful sense, aim at extrinsecating the best from everyone. It literally mean so, and, in a real world, that mean keep ourselves healty not necessarly by safety improvement but by good food and refuge from false commodities. Who’s able to affirm a good education? Fishermen and Orticulturalist are, except they can’t make a move today, and I wonder if they still exist.

Who, between us, are able to mantain a fire useful to cook bread? Can you obtain flour from grain, capture a small animal, recognize herbs and radish? Only the well educated are this able, the ones who are not too tied up with a very peculiar way to intend life on earth: the right way today, on the other side, to invest wisely through a successful bank.

Winter Long

Dark, that is what I miss the most. From my early age, my youth but also my infancy, the sense of dark was misterious, and comfortable. Artificial light is, over anything else, control, which I am not interested into. I don’t need any of those security items, I don’t even like any support of certainty. I love dark, I am a nictalope.

I lived in dark, actually, i mean any time past twilight, until i got to live in a city. That was not early in my life at all, and more: that particular city i went to live was Venice, at the time a really dark town, during the night at least. The structure of the town was not eagerly awaiting to be enlighted, not any struggle of that kind was to be seen.

Than came a new kind of fear, some special disease of the mind imposed security, not safety, defense, not protection. During the seventies that became a real obsession, as any obsession it was a loose state of mind, and thing began to be overwhelming. We passed over an enchanting habit of making love on every possible calle, and ended up staying awake all night.

Watering the Hay

Not anyone can judge people they do not comprehend, let alone condemn them. We all know this, but the main impoverishment come from not being able to appreciate them, even utilise their potential, their usefulness. In any company a great deal of people is wrong, some are overvalued, many are undervalued, they are all wrong, or the company is wrong.

We don’t know each other, we deal with some personalities wandering about the world, that we call us, me, you. But there’s so much more about humanity one should be frightened: Humanity is Men, Women united in a common practice. Outside a fundamental unity, nothing works. I am not preaching false, hypocritic, mass unity, recognisable by the same unaware, endless consumption. I am talking of an alert, conscious, sentient human being, the only one we can know.

It is not different, leaving back all this beautiful concepts, in a small or medium company. Not a single individual may be wasted, not even neglected, not even undervalued. If we deny our peculiar responsability in this balance we are, actually, part of the problem. Connect people, communicate a vision in a complete and usable form, is the task of any manager of value. Not a single company can survive the absence of managers of value. And when a company drown we all loose something.

Lurking in the Woods

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Success is the measure of our ability to continue to do our job.

Thatta Masjid

 

Lust is not my enemy, luxury is. I fell in lust just like I fell in love.

Greenland

 

Out of the door is a dangerous life. Which by no means is dangerous.

Out of Sight

 

Lathe biosas, investigate what others means.