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are in bed for 2 hours or so, and I wake up because the cat cries. Desperate meows, his voice hoarse and strained into a petition that does not know what to ask. I try to make her drink, massage her tummy, but nothing. Breathing heavily, but continues to issue regular meow that terrified and in pain. It does so on a regular basis, it seems like the ticking of the second hand that unfolds in slow motion nell'ariadella the torture room that is trying.

What's up?!

After a few minutes is no longer able even to stand on one leg, His eyes seem resigned but continued to scream her crying. I'm desperate and do not know what to do. Yet his nose was cool and wet today ...

I'm afraid ...

In the other room sleeping quietly ... I'm terrified I do not know what to do. The small does not detach from my eyes, I can not help but hold it, caress it and return his gaze, which now seems to want me to say ...

Why do not you do anything?

A minute later I fainted and fell silent in the hand. His eyes are open. Three

convulsions through the little body. At 4:50 am is still.

And I have not been able to save it. I did not take what I had ordered to take. I had no money. And I have not thought about. I put my pride in front of his health. In front of his life.

I underestimated the situation. I have not acted with those around me as if appartenessimo the same family. I preferred not to be ashamed. I know enough superb condition and I have prepared for things that she does not eat. I was warned and I felt hurt, not helped. This

leave ... Before Bamboo. Then Bast. It is always my fault.

All this death ...

E 'since I was small we have to do. Since I was 5 years and gave the bread to the sparrows which swelled the crop suffocating. Since the goldfish he won at the fishing village died because I wanted to do the pampering. And then Sissi and Five. And the rabbits died with the wet nose. I hated my mother told me that he had died because I had made them drink, when in fact it was not true. And whistles. And Ball ... What I hated school, my grandfather, his hustle and his mistake. Then I barked Naja because I do not recognize and then felt guilty, he lowered his ears and wags its tail in the corner where he looked at me with eyes clouded by old age. And Cornelia, Tiberius and Gaius that have flown away. And Golden, it was simply taken away. Without that I could greet her, a day that was not there.

Maybe it's time for me to go from here. Maybe I have nothing to bind me here. And maybe that's good. Perhaps this series of events that has lifted me from this place I want to see the world. One thing that I've never seen ...

I wonder why I continue to get attached to those who want to heal, to love, cuddle, even if I spent all that tells me I am helpless.

Thanks to everyone who left me for another life I came to realize that ultimately I can only do my best to make the moment better than the last. The problem is when I feel I have not done enough, or when I feel it was wrong. And when I realize that I knew what I was doing was wrong.

All this "go away" in one way or another, I simply used the "death". I did not cry for Bast. But I felt bad. I had terrible back of the throat. But I did not cry. I'm so sorry for his death. Yet I did not shed a tear. But I did it and Golden Bamboo.
I do not understand why.
The only difference is that you just died. In my hands ...

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The concept of interdependence requires that things can not be defined in absolute terms, but only in relation to others.
This is essentially the same idea of \u200b\u200bthe principle relativity of motion in physics, which was established for the first time by Galileo, was eventually completed by Einstein.
"The bike is nothing like the" Galileo established.
What he meant was that, in physics, the movement of an object can not be defined in absolute terms, but only in relation the motion of a second object.
There is no way for passengers on a train in motion, with the windows closed, to find accurate data and testing if the train is moving or is standing still.
's just opening the windows and looking skim the campaign, which passengers can find out.
Thus, insofar as there is not 'an external reference, the movement is equivalent to the non-movement.
Buddhism says that objects do not exist inherently, but only in relation to other objects.

The principle of relativity says that the train movement exists only in relation to the flow of the landscape .
Time and space have lost the features that Newton gave them absolute .
Einstein showed us that time and space can only be defined in relative terms that depend on the movement of the observer and the intensity of the gravitational field around them .
In the vicinity of a black hole, a second can relax until eternity .
Just as in Buddhism, relativity teaches us that the idea of \u200b\u200ba past that has elapsed and a future that is yet to come is a mere illusion, because my future can be another's past and This one of a third person - all depends on our relative movements .
I the time does not pass, just is.

When Einstein asserted that E = mc 2 what he meant? Buddha said as much in his day, 2500 years ago. There was a breakthrough in the sense of novelty, but simply was given a formula to this "obvious", making it readable, understandable, credible and Western scientists.

And here it is ... clear, clear, crystalline, simple as few things can be. Found? Rediscovery? I do not know, but that's okay. Within hours, I created something. In a few days I get it. It will also be granted, but it is precisely for this reason that it should be reiterated. It is important to discover, remember, reveal that ALL depend on us. When it seems that the world will slip away, maybe it's because you're not moving. Words such as short, long, fast, slow and all the adjectives we use daily really do not have the slightest significance. If we take the letters of Beauty and the writing on a card, decontextualized totally understand what? What a concept mean? Here the meaning is reduced to nothing. The value of the concept described is equal to zero, it is totally invalid. And even if not take away from the context would be meaningless. When reading the big words in here that each of us there comes a click, and you turn a light on a particular image, which is different for everyone, so it is impossible to give an objective interpretation. For some "big" is the universe, but there are those who came to mind the ocean, others the sun, whom the world, or a mountain, an adult, the heart, not love ... you can decide what is "great" or "small" or "beautiful" or "bad."

everything depends on us ... everything is as we think it's because we see it that way. A feeling the we can define nice until we grapple with the nails and teeth at a given moment or situation, and as soon as we deviate from that point that we have designated more or less consciously, that's the picture changes ... And then, if everything is "just "a huge cauldron that mingles alone, has its own life, how can we define the craziest of adjectives?

How can we use the word "purity" and not run into a semantic trap, or philological interpretation?





Purity is a moment, maybe you is pure in a single moment of her whole life, but lived at the time it can be said to be pure. The purity is not tied to a single adjective. This is not just purely or merely that. Is not tied to a pleasant feeling. Purity and beauty, because when you find something painful, which takes you on the edge, then your pain and your sadness come alive. Although it is strange, it's the imperfection to make pure, because it is what makes something alive. One moment, a feeling ... it's the contrast with what's around that makes you live and enjoy, making it a point of bright light, crisp and pure. But you could not see the light if there were the darkness all around.

The purity is God

Not because God is pure, or because it is untouched, but simply because life is purity, purity is the chaos that surrounds us and seems to have no meaning until we decide with our will to move and merge with it, to dissolve in the current. Purity is to be Divine.

We can decide to become a tiny microbes, such small units that blend and merge and become part of the vortex, or become so large, be so empty that they can contain the whole universe and then become one with it.

Here is our power, to choose one of two ways.

And we can only choose if you decide you want to do.


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Special thanks to Gluco, Matthias, Frederick, Amoriat, Osho and http://www.buddhism .com / teaching / science / quantumAndLotus.htm

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E 'this is my home

For me it is a safe place, a refuge, where I have my environment and where I can be with myself ... but there is never a single.

seems strange but Albano house and home in San Cesareo not consider them "mine", but simply consider home ... The concept of "home" I do not like (for now). I find it restrictive and coercive ... In the end the home is what's inside me, what a gift to a place when I stopped there for a while 'time. I'm not wedded to the concept home as the usual four walls. For me it is the "feel at home" that counts. As if it were a "state of being '. It is an environment where I feel good, Dovo I can relax and feel in harmony with the place.

Which is not to say that the site should have to force a certain type of energy, but simply that I have to choose the place to be "home" at a given time. For example if you are happy go to a place that is definitely different than where I go if I'm sad and I want to live out what I'm going through. In the end I find that the place where I am is just an amplifier. Sometimes I feel there is a root that comes in every place where I feel at home ...

Besides, that's why you decide to move, no? I no longer know what they consider "my home", I just do not feel, and then I find another that I can feel good, comfortable. And that is what many people in search of the house is difficult, because each has a different ideal of "home".

What made me the heart beat was the house in Abruzzo, but not for the imaginary fourth wall or because we would all go together or because I had a futon (futon *____* ah. ..). Simply because I would have given support to live in that place, and the mountains beyond, the forests of the Gran Sasso, the countryside, the village, the smell of wood burning in the streets of Paganica stony, thin air, snow in winter ... Are those feelings that I lived to be "home", not the building. Maybe I should have called this place my home, because it reflects the feelings I was looking for me at that moment and made them live, not because it was defined as "beautiful" or "isolated".

E 'for what I called the house like that of Albano and San Cesareo, because both I capitate. The place where I sleep is indifferent, as if I'm inside, I can find my home in a flower that I see on the street, in a race on the beach, in the smile of a friend. From this point of view, the horses are my home. Singing is my home.

do not know if I can explain my idea well ... I just know that that's why I like to lose and change direction constantly. For a while my house was the exit of the tunnel on the railway from Marino in Castel Gandolfo, when the lake opened wide on the left, always different and always like itself, but now I know what has changed, no longer go on the train to find the place that allows me to stare in front of that show. is also why I often change the road, because it is important to be surprised by what you fall in love with you live. If you know a memory location, you know just what to expect and not look around more, that's when you lose your real home.

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What seems to me - they put crack - t'imbarazza already!

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My love, that from veins and heart m'incendi cheeks

shock and left me happy to have seen you, let me hang

your eyes on mine,

when - with a subtle gesture - me your hand brushes her hair from her face,

and talk to me, and smile, and passed me

overwhelms the sweet smell of your skin,

and seems to never end ... this moment our

Delighted with your dreams, Torture me with your eyes, because for

sìddolci Malfatti - I know - my heart throb

many times in a heartbeat wings as there are stars in the sky,

and every breath I steal your only punishment will be the one you lost my eye.

And all this because I love you with a consistently calm and silent,

sly and shaggy, that terrifies me

for how arrogant and violent caress the determination has in mind.