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?
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!
