November 4th - Il giorno piu' positivo

La cosa piu' bella della storia e' che i malvagi muoiono e svaniscono.

Oggi, la prova che il DNA non conta nulla. Che vivere in una famiglia ideale non conta nulla.

Tutto cio' che conta e' ricevere dell'amore e i valori positivi e la possibilita' di studiare.

Il resto dipende tutto dalla propria forza morale, che e' il fuoco della volonta'.

Da oggi, non ci sono piu' scuse, non sotterrare mai piu' i talenti.

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just a note

night had come faster then he realized.

when night comes, voices stop.

he'd have liked to say a few last words.

his heart had just been the sunset. red and yellow, but not for too long.
like the sun, it had been a glorious blue day.
but like the sun, the end had been a pain.

they say the sun is carried by gods in a chariot.
I wish I had caught the chariot tonight, leaving a not for you.
A note that drops on you when the sun wakes up tomorrow and fast runs across the sky.

A note that said what i told, only better and many more times again.
This note could be the one I just wrote,
reaching you

Ishme Dagan leaves.

Again it was time for Ishme to leave.
He stood at the border of his village.

He began thinking about all that had happened in his life. Various images appeared in his mind, as it usually happens when electric current goes through those same brain cells.
Those brain cells that had received their first imprint and never touched again.
Ishme wondered if he would ever live similar experiences that would have him feel those nerves once again.
Then, a new thought came to his mind. What if the new experiences would alter those cells?
For all he knew about the chemistry of the brain, every time a chemical reaction went through a cell, the triggering factor would be altered. Of course, Ishme thought, new experiences will alter those cell, and alter the memory of the experience itself.

Ishme kept going deeper and deeper, following what was now a real introspection. The new experiences could alter so much some cells, to all but erase what is in my brain currently.
All of a sudden he feared the future.

He had put so much effort into living life at the fullest for all those years.
The thought of finally being back in the village and settling down had always been something to cherish and look forward to.
Now this future could threaten all the dear memories he collected.

Ishme felt his hand being squeezed.
- You never told me you lived in such a nice place

Ishme turned to his left, there she was, holding his hand.
He realized he'd never forget, because the result of all those years wasn't in some brain cell ready to be altered, but there standing in front of him.
What happened to his synopses didn't matter anymore, he was ready to start writing some great new pages into the diary of his brain cells.

- I had forgotten
Ishme smiled, and walked into the village, still holding her hand.

Dreams, decisions.

Do you believe in what you dream at night?

I actually believe the dreams tell you what you already know and think, but simply haven't thought clearly yet (maybe because you didn't want to).

What is dream-reading? Its based on association of ideas. X means Y.
It's based on the fact that your emotions are strongly attached to images, and when you dream, your mind uses those images as its words.

Since its been recently argued that emotions are what make people take decisions, and not rational analysis (which only prepares the information on which the emotive side of the brain
has to decide) it seems fitting that when a dream uses images that connect back to emotions, your brain is taking a decision.

When you wake up the next day, don't think whether to follow the advice of the brain or not, you have already taken a decision.

Attention Deficit

Tireness. What is it? Many things, but what it does is lower the attention level.
That's when you'd normally shut up, but you don't because you are on the phone.
So air still needs to come out, because you'd like to say something nice or smart,
but you don't even realize you going to say quite the opposite/

перёды жизне

много время и очен лолго я думал о философю.
иногдо я думаю о моеи жизнъ и вижю что естъ две периоди,
перви где я слышалъ и ждалъ, где не верилъ нечево поэтому
я ехал вес где, но некагла жыл как если я в местой где я.
значетъ что я нашёлъ друзя и мог дружитъ, но нет любовъ.
а сейчас уже активни, готов но битъ меня.
значетъ что я виделъ и слышалъ мир и люди, поэтому я лутще чем
им все.
но. чесно говоритъ, я даже байлсъя что я опосдолъ но моей
активни жизнъ, что любовъ моей жизнъ меня не будетъ.
я ошиболос

siamo animali sociali. we are social animals

e chi non sa dimostrare (ovvero vivere apertamente) le proprie
passioni ed emozioni, in fondo e' perche' o non le ha o e'
immaturo.

una persona che ti dice che ti vuole bene ma non sa dimostartelo
e' un bugiardo.

e in quanto animali sociali la nostra esistenza si compie in
relazione con l'altro. l'egoistico auto compiacimento della
propria personale realizzazione porta alla depressione
e al senso di complotto e congiura. quanto di piu' lontano
dalla felicita' ci sia.
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those who cannot show (meaning openly live) their
passions and emotions, probably don't have them or they
are immature.

a person that tells you that they feel for you, but isn't able
to show you, is a liar.

since we are social animals, we realize ourselves in the
relationship with others. the egotistical self fulfillment from
our own personal achievements takes you to depression
and a sense of conspiracy and paranoical tendencies. that is
the furthest away from happyness you can be.

мылая

Insiemi, lecture 2

In riferimento a Boskov (ovvero A e' il reale, B la fantasia), e alla risposta di Francesco .

Se si introduce lo spazio/tempo, la tendenza e' forse quella che il reale mangia la fantasia? Ovvero, piu' passa il tempo piu' succedono cose che prima erano solo fantasia.
La fantasia stessa cresce? Se si, a che velocita'?
Se entrambe sono in movimento, qual'e' la tendenza?
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Govorim o realnost i fantasia.
Esli dumaem o mesto/vremia (??) kuda idut realnost i fantasia?
Kajdi dei, sto to katori ranshe bilo tolko fantasia, stanovitsia realno.
A fantasia rastet v etom vremia? Kto bistree?
Na kanez fantasia bolshe ne budet, ili kajdi raz sto-to novogo slucitsia, fantasia bistree rastet?

скаски

Le storie di una volta erano diverse da quelle di oggi.
Chi sarebbe in grado oggi di scrivere una favola come Cenerentola?
Nessuno, perché non era una favola.
Erano tutte allegorie. Tutto si basava sul comune sentire di autore e spettatore, che capiva i riferimenti che a lui venivano presentati.
E' bello guardare un quadro e leggerne le pagine. Fino a trovare la penna e risalire al pensiero e alle emozioni dietro alle figure, ai colori.

L'arte moderna é molto più immediata e diretta. Tutto è su una sola pagina.
L'arte medioevale e rinascimentale invece era un libro.
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скаски ранше били разошлись чем сегодниа.
кто сейчас мог писат скаска как золушка?
некто, потомучто это не скаска но аллегориа.
все били аллегорие, автор и зрител чувствали одинакого. зрител пониол ссылки котори автор покозал его.
приятно смотреть на картину и читать еи страницы. читат чтоби наидти ручку, и от это восходить к мысли и к волнениям у фигурами, у цветами.

искусство moderna намного приамой. все написано в одном странице.
искусство средневековий и возрождений напротив было книгой.

P.S. минус один.

Boskov

Boskov diceva: Gol e' quando arbitro fischia.

Se la realta' e' reale, la fantasia cos'e'?

Se si definiscono 2 insiemi matematici, ed A e' l'insieme reale, mentre B e' l'insieme della fantasia,
B contiene A?
B intersezione A cos'e'? E l'inverso?

arte

http://www1.kunsthauswien.com/english/okologie.htm

austro ungarico?

parole pesanti

parole sbagliate da persone cui si vuole bene, possono cambiare l'umore di una settimana perfetta.

conquistare

Con l'altruismo, l'accettazione e l'esercizio della cultura possiamo metterci in condizione di cogliere le occasioni giuste e provare un senso in quei momenti di essere per un attimo fuori dal bosco e vedere le stelle.