Credulity on the written word

I always had respect for the written word. It seems that no one can conceive idea of someone blatantly lying through texts, how to make friends in a group, in bars and pubs of life. There is not have bouncers in the world of literature.

But then, that I believed everything I read? Yes, I believed, until I read that we should not believe everything the books say.

Of course the books are not intended to lie, nor the authors want to deceive us.

What I learned is that sometimes what is said is no true. The reason for telling untruths can be good, but even a well-intentioned lie remains a lie. The rule is: we must read almost everything critically.

Of course, not everything needs to criticism, but there are dangerous texts.

A dangerous branch is one which have appearance of true knowledge, but not is. For example, the self-help books, psychology books, books on politics, economics, administration, catch-phrases and sayings, the arguments of scientists and authorities.

Take any sentence and make the race.

But then, skepticism becomes the rule. We read, but there is no evidence, or warranties. Where then is the truth?

The inert bureaucracy, the old man and the corpse

Close my hours today with a flurry of writings on bureaucracy. I'd like to make life simpler, but I can not. There's an inertia that is from life itself: nothing changes overnight. It takes years and years for the changes are noted, and we are more like trees than with rats. We are slow and not very adaptive, but yet with all this slowness, we are as plentiful as rats! But who said that the slower trees are not plentiful? Slowness does not imply scarcity.

In the morning, I heard Bach and his violin concerts. They give an incredible peace, and wondering what he had in mind when he composed his works in anonymity. I saw an old man being supported by a young girl for a morning walk. I thought of the day it occurs to me: live long enough to be supported? Do not know, but a fragile body still deserves a little sunshine on a cold morning.

I was mulling over the day is in our Darwinian world, we should reward the victors or to punish them, helping the losers. The State should seek equality of citizens, but will be a mission possible?

So I gave to myself the answer: if I were poor, would find it bad to be helped by stronger through the State? The answer is obvious: I've been helped ...

Then, finally, a body buried by mistake in a little city in São Paulo State ends just like a lot of bones inside a dark hole. Treated as the remains of an indigent, the body was mixed in a world of other bones, and the family can never give the bones a decent and final place.

The lesson is clear: even in death, you can get into trouble!

Well worked day

You know what is a well worked day?

It is the day that you did not see the hours pass, involved in a sea of ​​paperwork, and after many phone calls and a lot of query  in databases, you can send that pile of document folders that was on his desk since 2003, with yellow covers  and weighing five pounds.

One of these days is remarkable. Nobody thanks, nobody notices, nobody celebrates, but it is a milestone in your ability to work, proof that you can start things and that things can be concluded, despite the endless bureaucracy. You do not going to let the world succumb to slumber worthy of "The Trial", by Kafka, because you do not submit to this philosophy, you are not compliant, or consent to this national crime, who is the incompetence. You will not admit whether to build the bridges connecting nothing to nothing, and you will not admit that a airport, it cost 100 milion dollars, be stopped one year depending upon your simple signing, or a meaningless and unknown bureaucrat.

 

No, you do not allow ...

With you, every day is a well-worked, even if you is a mere civil servant.

No, you are not allows  for less ...

Buying time

If there is something I appreciate, is the time.

But it was not always so. There was a time I did not understand the brevity of life. Thinking as I think today, I was as naive, and I also see how many billions of people do not realize this fate: the time is short, very short. Too short ...

I try to enjoy the time, but it is scarce. Not that I have a lot of things to do. Yes, it is true, but even the few things elected to be made ​​primarily require more time than we imagine it would take before the choose to do.

The day is short: I sleep eight hours, and work another eight hours. I spend another hour in traffic and another hour for meals. I shower and go to the bathroom, and is done: remaining four, five hours at most.

I can not sleep less. If I could, I would sleep even more. Sleep's quality of life. So the secret of life is not working eight hours a day. But how?

One idea is to make lots of money, and then stop working, living from income.

But what chance we have to make lots of money and then stop, winning with it nine or ten free hours more per day?

I do not know, but this question is the center of my thoughts recently. If I want to do more than I've been doing, I need time. But first I need to buy it. Money, then, means freedom.

Until I gain a few million and I retire, I live with my work, stealing bits of time between a little job and another, like a bureaucratic rat, a small saboteur of the system, which insists on doing more than it should, but not exactly what the system needs.

Ah! I have to do something that compensates for this small crime, but what?

Blog and movies

Lately, I've been writing about dreams. But not only: I've been watching DVD movies like never before. I also have heard a lot of cool music. My blog, "Amazing Dreams", goes well. I put some pictures that give some guidance to the reader, and I think dreams are legal.

Movies are many, but even those who are bad, end up being good.

It has one, "The Hills Have Eyes," which is pretty trash, with much fake blood and a lot of insanity and sadism, but has some very interesting scenes. Thinking that the United States did 331 open-air nuclear tests from 1945 to 1962, an average of 20 tests per year, it is still scary. The film is a critique of this, and the scenes of the New Mexico desert, with its old houses with dolls, its craters and burned their cars is frighteningly nostalgic. I think the 50s were the most idiotic years of the century. Sure, the 20s were very silly, and the years before 1914 were also naively romantic and Victorian. But the rise of the American way of life and their trinkets and their boasting was tragic. Scenes from the beginning of the film is staggering, although the rest is hurting bad.

Finally, I'm listening to classical soundtracks. Very good, if I think I bought a box of six CDs with only songs that were classic movie themes for a pittance. But who would buy this kind of music? Further, who would buy any kind of music today? Even I, who not like much gadgets, won a MP4. It is inevitable ...

Finally, there is my computer, which does not help. Migrate data from an old Pentium 266 to a new PC is not easy. At this time, I think the MP4 will be more than useful.

And there remains the question of the lottery. What question is this?

Well, lets to the next post ...

 

The public record

It seems that what is not written falls into oblivion. So why not register incredible dreams?

I know that dreams are very personal things, very intimate, but also cool stuff to be shared. Of course I will not put on the Internet no dream too intimate or anything outrageous or compromising.

But what is a dream compromising? To dream that commit a crime, and then confess that I am, in a dream, a murderer? No, this is not the most serious problem. If something like that, it seems quite interesting ...

I know if many people read about my dreams, could have a peculiar idea of my personality, my person, and also there are dreams that, for being too personal, did not arouse interest in anyone, may be dreams taxed as dumb, silly dreams, dull and stupid dreams, but that's okay. In fact, nobody reads anything that comes from me, because I do not advertise and I'm not very regular with my blogs, but if they read, I would certainly be criticized.

Of course the first dreams were also published on the blog were the first to be recorded on the day that were dreamed, and therefore, I did not have much tact in the choice of the dream. The first are not up to much, but there are indeed very nice dreams. I think anyone who likes fantasy, exoticism, mystery, horror, science fiction, futurism, disaster, panic, will have fun with the reports.

Try it!

 

Still active

Still alive, and writing.

I've been putting into words a series of dreams I've been having in recent years. But to make things public, I created the blog "Amazing Dreams". Is still in early stages, but it is firm.