Nuclei from Conchal

I've been making serious efforts to understand where I came, why I had the life I had and how things are today and why they are so.

The relationship between past, present and future is a complex web. There are past facts that are levers to our present and future success, while there are others, or possibly the same facts, which are stones in our path that we are almost unable to transpose.

I've been writing something about my past, but I left for a while.

Recently, I've been traveling to my hometown, and had the opportunity to rekindle the curiosity about my past, the past of my family, my city, my state, my country, my world.

It is not an easy search, but it is gratifying to know that there are more people working on the same issues, the same search, and that are kilometers ahead.

It was good to know that someone researched about the past of my city and recently wrote a book on the subject. A magnificently well written book. Nuclei from Conchal, see Google ...

How I wish I could take time and conditions for dialogue with these people!

It seems incredible, but how difficult are the dialogues today!

I know who wrote the book, I know how to access it, but things do not work.

The Internet has become a sort of large garbage barn where penetrate it and find something useful is painful, frustrating and discouraging.

We live in something like a lonely online. People connect every day, but do not connect with each other.

People talk nonsense in chats and MSN and over, but it is just this: nonsense.

Know better how did my city is a major step towards knowing about myself and my own past, and how to make my future.

This is serious. This deserves my best efforts.

How to dodge rocks that prevent me from walking?

About "stop smoking"...

I said I have an old Agenda 99 and that one of its first pages is dedicated to what is called "affirmative actions". The schedule called for us to write some actions that we would do at the beginning of the year and that would help save the world from environmental collapse.

I, with the naivete of a good consumer, listed five attitudes that I thought ecological attitudes.

The first act was to "stop smoking".

What relation has between "stop smoking" and ecology?

I've asked this question before in this blog, but not answered.

How does a smoker to contribute to the destruction of planet Earth?

I think the fact that smoking and destroying nature are tangents things. These things are different forms of  unacceptable aggression. Both are things that must be fought. They are problems with different causes and different solutions, but both urgent and delicate.

There is between the smoker and the destroyer of nature a close relationship. It is a subtle relationship, but critical. Solve a problem is a precondition for the solution of another problem. Otherwise, let's see.

I understand that a smoker, and I was a smoker, undertakes an action in smoking that represents a serious attack on his own health. It seems that nowadays there are few smokers who admit to ignore the evils  that smoking produces. They may disregard the risks, can claim that they are long-term risks, but can not say that there are no health risks.

Now, a smoker is in a hurry to an addiction. A chemical addiction, it is true, but a destructive addiction.

In my quick thinking, it seemed inconsistent that someone can take ecological actions without first taking most urgent attitudes quest to save yourself from a clearly destructive addiction.

They are real risks arising from the ecological destruction of the planet, but a smoker is much more subject to risks that a non-smoker.

Furthermore, it was for me a matter of self-love. How can anyone love nature and not love his own health?

How can someone saving the world and not save himself before? Worse, how can we expect to save the world before dying needlessly from an addiction?

The ecological thought should rather be subordinated to the thought of a healthy life. Sick people should take care of yourself first, then take care of the world.

 

Thus, it seemed to me that I could not hold on ecological actions without first taking care of my own health.

But if smoking is an addiction, and Iwas not born smoking, how fell I in so expensive and painful mistake?

This is another question. But not now.

Moreover, that my reasoning about the relationship between smoking and ecology is relatively correct, but incomplete.

Anyway, I stopped smoking.

This is the main issue, and that really has made me think to much.

Old times, old places

After long months out of time and motivation to write this blog, finally decided to post something on it.

Yesterday I had the time and cool head enough to do something I think the best: get the car on a wonderful afternoon and go aimlessly, with my wife and my brother-in-law. We do not plan anything, but that is where's the fun of it. We went to an event in the vicinity of Ribeirão Preto, the city where we live, but changed our mind and ended up taking a dirt road and we went on it.

It was pretty cool. Old houses, mansions, abandoned coffee plantations, beautiful landscapes.

Finally, a trip to Pirassununga, unto the Emu Falls (Cachoeira de Emas). Fish for dinner in front of the Mogi-Guaçu River.

How much I love this São Paulo State!

Og Mandino: the story of a book

My first contact with the book by Og Mandino, "The University of Success", occurred around October or November 1990, in the city of Guaratinguetá, State of São Paulo, Brazil, during my training course at the School of Experts Sergeant  in Air Force, the EEAR.

It must be clear that this was obviously not the first book I read in my life, nor the last. It was, however, the first book that really opened my mind to possibilities not previously thought. It was the first self-help book, so to speak, that I read in my life, and had a great impact on my thinking and living.

Actually, I did not give much attention to the book when I saw it in the first time. Simei, a classmate and one my friend, had a copy, with a beautiful and bright blue cover, along with their study material, and occasionally I saw the book very quickly. I had a great taste for books since 1982, when I read my first book, and from then on, always frequented libraries and always liked to read, so that the mere sight of any book ever called my attention as a promising source of pleasure. But all I had read so far was limited to novels and textbooks, technical books, never a self-help book. On the contrary, self-help books did not look great things at the time, as some titles were not strangers to me, nor I looked cute. Veja magazine had and still has a service of sales ranking of books on their pages, and reports weekly sales of books according to three categories: fiction, nonfiction and self help. Thus, as occasionally I read a magazine Veja in some place, and as I always interested in books, I always take a look at the sales rankings, and there were the self-help books.

Those are not books that attract my attention. There were books on witchcraft, Paulo Coelho's books, a writer who is known as a magus, as well as books about crystals, angels, kabbalah, numerology, astrology, reincarnation, spiritualism and other mystical and esoteric subjects, subjects who never received much attention by have spiritual connotations, religious. As someone brought up under the rules of Catholicism, and then, after having had some less superficial knowledge about religion, something in me was marked by the idea that mysticism, esotericism, New Age spiritualism, were subjects not very healthy over Christian viewpoint. Prejudice maybe, but that was my opinion at the time, so I saw the ranking of self-help as merely a listing of dangerous books to people who had suspects religious grounds, something like a sort of spiritualist books, voodooists, new hippies, people linked to drugs and who like a "head talk", sophisticated philosophical and mystical conversation, but at the same time little useful thing, full of fantasies and delirious travels. It was a biased view of a teenager, I admit, and today I forgive me for having this vision one day.

Anyway, I never heard about Og Mandino. Indeed, his book was originally published in 1982 and launched by Record Editor in Brazil in 1985. So at the time of its release, which probably would have some chance of appearing among the top sellers in the ranking of the Veja magazine, I certainly have not read his name, or if I read, I did not pay attention to the subject, so for me it was just a beautiful book with a inviting blue cover and nothing more.

We were at the time of graduation from EEAR. One or two months and we would be formed. We have not  took studies in such a breakneck pace and for two years I had not read anything interesting, no one book at all, I remember. So, that book seemed very timely.

I asked Simei that allowed me to skim through it.

It was a nice feeling. The volume of over five hundred pages seemed to invite me to read, with their leaves yellow and fluffy.

I read the cover and Simei, who was reading it, informed me of its contents, with some excitement. I read some more and I do not remember it at the same time or a few days later, I ended up taking the book borrowed from Simei, and read rapidly it.

It was like an electric shock!

I read it in one stream, and realized that would never be the same type of  reader like before. Few things in my life and experiences have had much impact in terms of changes in my way of thinking and of behaving as it.

I ended up recommending this book to Roni, my younger brother, and because he could not get the book in Conchal city, who had not, and I think still has, a bookstore, I bought a copy just for us. So, Roni could read it and ended up sharing the same enthusiasm with me, although I believe that this enthusiasm was not as intense as mine.

 

For some months, until April 1991, I believe, I was still under the effects of what he had read. Gradually, however, the impact of his reading was losing strength and two or three months later, had fallen almost into oblivion. Of course, I still had the book, looked at him with a mixture of joy, gratitude and pride, like a treasure chest of gold, but his teachings ultimately not solidify properly, and soon fell into oblivion, in the common grave of the great books read and soon forgotten. I think only two or three stories, as the text of "A letter to Garcia," the texts of Dale Carnegie and something about organization, planning, schedules and order remained in memory.

But my view about the self-help books has changed, and my relationship with them does not stop there, in Og Mandino only.

In 1994, Roni moved to Canada and took the copy of Mandino on luggage. It would be of some use in the uncertain future that he lay ahead, and it would be best used by him than by me.

Roni did not broke up the book and brought it back in 1998 when he returned from Canada. I do not know if it was helpful or not, if Roni came to reread it or not. Anyway, the book remained with him for some reason, and only a few years later, in 2000, on a visit I did to his home, was that I could make contact with Mandino again. When I looked at his small personal library, there was the book without cover, blue cover, older, more yellow, with lots of blotchs and  patches, inviting me to read it again.

 

I took it back and I still have it until today, as a dear and valuable object. Study it never ceased to give some good results. But it is a book that should be studied, then, as deeply as possible, not just read. While studying is always more tiring than just reading, it is always a more rewarding. I never tire of flipping through him and reread small portions, and to meditate on his words, phrases, themes and suggestions. A book that does not change, but it contributes to change myself, I believe, and therefore has a different flavor with each new reading. Incomplete, it is true, because finite, his words have served as seed for new reading on new books, in search to know deeply some theme, to clear better some reasoning. Anyway, he has been the a-b-c in the school of thought, the spelling book which I started reading new lessons, and although it sometimes may seem simple in its recommendations many times reread, he can also save valuable secrets, since we know to study it properly.

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Where to begin?

I said in my first post in this blog  that we need to record our ideas so we can eternalize them.

However, by the time I started this blog, also started a personal page. This page still exists, but is to flies and virtually anyone visit it. Neither myself. Just out of curiosity, the access address is http://rosenvaldo.simoes.sites.uol.com.br/ and as I write this post, this site was visited 178 times, probably most of the time only for me.

He begins with a declaration of intent equal to the first post of this blog and then follows with a "Where to begin?".

This second text is an attempt to justify the reasons which lead me to write about my life and my ideas.

I do not know if I have time or motivation to comply with this plan to record my life and my ideas, but the text justification is reasonable and so I make available here now:

"Where to begin?

Everything has a beginning. Have a beginning, however, does not mean that this beginning is simple or known. In fact, things happen exactly in reverse. All beginnings are mysterious and complex, even when they appear otherwise. Just that we pay some attention to this supposed simplicity, and it will fade away like smoke. Endless causal chains, multiple interactions between very many causes, most unknown, makes the origin of things is always foggy, slippery, vague. How much deeper we dig in the past, less we know about everything. Time erases the traces left by the sequence of events that generate things, and what remains are ruins that tell little, speak little, clarify little. Hence the importance of memory.

We need to record the facts. But not only the facts. We need to register the complex inner world, that we call mind, because is in the mind that things do happen. But it is not easy. Starting where our work record? What we have to add to what is already registered? The answer to this question may be what we have to add to what is recorded is exactly what no one has yet recorded, nor may record, better than ourselves, namely, that which is not accessible to anyone else that we for ourselves. Finally, there are facts and facts. There are facts that are accessible to all, and there are unique facts of each one of us, our mental facts. Perhaps we need not record the facts of the real world, because there are a lot of effort in the world toward this purpose, but any effort in the world will be able to record what goes on inside our minds, but to ourselves, if we are willing to do so, obviously.

But what the reason for this? What have we in particular to offer that is original to the world? What information should come to the fore of our minds to the knowledge of the world?

If we divide the contents of what is recorded in our minds, we would have two categories of information: the first would be composed of our personal history and the second of our ideas about the world. No one may be able to meet our personal history better than us, and nobody can know the result of our reasoning, unless we have disposition to reveal them to the world. But again, what the value of these informations?

We do not know. Humanity may have had thousands of great men, great thinkers, who lived and died and were forgotten by the simple fact that there are no records available about them. But not only the quality of our reasoning counts. Our personal story is unique as we are unique and have our own value for our uniqueness. The mere fact that we existed and have lived is itself a priceless good. Not that those who lived and left no records have not been valuable lives, but it is human nature to want to share experiences, whatever they are. Our biographies may not be the most exciting, but still, naturally, are valuable and deserve to be shared with the rest of humanity.

From where do we begin our biographies?

In how many ways the past can be described? Will we see ourselves in our past from the standpoint of which lens? How many lenses have we? These are difficult questions to answer. However, we have to answer them. The quality of our records depends on how we look at our past. Have we some basis to start something with this complexity? What are the tools available for the task? History, as a science, may be the answer. "

Well, history as science may have some answers on how to describe our past, but first we must study the methods that history as science gives us. This is a  long issue and I will not be now that I'm going to detain me (à la Hegel ...) in it.

I think I'll kill this site UOL. indeed, I'll leave all that refers to UOL back.

But not now.

Now I have more to do ...