View allAll Photos Tagged Repent
“It is quite gratifying to feel guilty if you haven't done anything wrong: how noble! Whereas it is rather hard and certainly depressing to admit guilt and to repent.”
Hannah Arendt
Tudo começou assim, tão de repente, e de um jeito inexplicável você se tornou essencial para a minha vida, para a minha sobrevivência. Foi tanto tempo gasto tentando fazer isso tudo dar certo, parecia até uma eternidade, e esse tempo todo foi a melhor fase da minha vida. Jamais você vai entender o quanto eu te amei, você é simplesmente incapaz de compreender.
Tanto tempo eu esperei por aquele momento, tantas vezes eu já sonhei com isso e tantas vezes eu chorei por isso. Quando finalmente tudo o que eu mais sonhava, aconteceu, em poucas horas já havia acabado. E eu vi, tudo o que eu mais tinha sonhado e esperado, desmoronando. É difícil entender porque tudo acabou assim... tínhamos tudo para dar certo e infelizmente não deu. Eu simplesmente não consigo entender porque isso aconteceu, era tudo tão perfeito ao seu lado e você fazia todos os problemas do mundo parecerem migalhas só com três palavras, simples e singelas, aquelas que muitas pessoas temem... mas não sabem o quão bem fazem para a alma.
Te esquecer? Jamais. A única coisa que me resta agora é seguir em frente, como se nada tivesse importado para mim, da mesma forma que parecia não importar para você. Mas você me deixou marcas, cicatrizes e muita, mas muita tristeza e pra sempre vou carregá-las comigo... já que são as únicas coisas que você teve coragem de deixar para mim. Mas a saudade que eu sinto é algo bom, já que é uma das únicas coisas que me fazem acreditar que por um momento, só por um momento... que o que tínhamos foi real.
"We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people."
"He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it."
Martin Luther King, the author of the words quoted above, was as a thirty five year old in 1964, the youngest person in history to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. A year earlier, he had made his famous ‘I Have a Dream’ speech in Washington DC which has now been shown as truly prophetic. Four years later, he was assassinated. A man was convicted for this but it was widely believed that it was part of a conspiracy in which the FBI was also involved. Throughout his involvement with the civil rights movement, King had been receiving death threats, some of it allegedly emanating from the FBI itself. He had been a strident opponent of the Vietnam War and criticized the US Congress for the continuing to spend billions in the conduct of the war. "A nation", he declared, "that continues year after year to spend more money on military defence than on programmes of social uplift is approaching spiritual death". For this King was riled not only by the establishment but even by the mainstream media. The Life magazine called the speech "demagogic slander that sounded like a script for Radio Hanoi" and even the liberal Washington Post wrote that King had "diminished his usefulness to his cause, his country, his people." Later events however proved right the wisdom of King.
Take from:
JUST DO IT TRAILER
Sorri. De repente beijei-o, excitado pelo seu calor, pela sensação de maciez e flexibilidade de sua pele quase humana. Deus, como eu odiava a brancura de meus dedos tocando-o, dedos que agora poderiam esmagá-lo sem esforço! Perguntei-me se ele sequer imaginava isso. Encarei-o idiotamente. Como ele me parecia perfeito, parado ali, esperando com tanta delicadeza e tanta paciência! E então, como um tolo, soltei:
Lestat: Você ainda me ama?
Ele sorriu; ah, era torturante ver seu rosto suavizar-se e ao mesmo tempo iluminar-se quando ele sorria!
Louis: Sim.
"Come, Come who or whatever you are
Should you be an unbeliever, a Magian or a pagan still come
Our lodge is not a lodge of despair
With hundred repentions unheeded you may be,still, come"
For Muslims and non-Muslims alike, the main reason to come to Konya is to visit the Mevlâna Museum, the former lodge of the whirling dervishes and home to the tomb of Celaleddin Rumi (later known as Mevlâna), who we have to thank for giving the world the whirling dervishes. This is one of the biggest pilgrimage centres in Turkey, and the building's fluted dome of turquoise tiles is one of Turkey's most distinctive sights.
For Muslims, this is a very holy place, and more than 1.5 million people visit it a year, most of them Turkish. You will see many people praying for Rumi's help. When entering, women should cover their head and no one should wear singlets or shorts.
After walking through a pretty garden you pass through the Dervişan Kapısı (Gate of the Dervishes) and enter a courtyard with an ablutions fountain in the centre.
At the entrance to the mausoleum, the Ottoman silver door bears the inscription, 'Those who enter here incomplete will come out perfect'. Put on the supplied plastic over-shoes before entering. Once inside the mausoleum, look out for the big bronze Nisan tası (April bowl) on the left. April rainwater, vital to the farmers of this region, is still considered sacred and was collected in this 13th-century bowl. The tip of Mevlâna's turban was dipped in the water and offered to those in need of healing. Also on the left are six sarcophagi belonging to Bahaeddin Veled's supporters who followed him from Afghanistan.
Continue through to the part of the room directly under the fluted dome. Here you can see Mevlâna's Tomb (the largest), flanked by that of his son Sultan Veled and those of other eminent dervishes. They are all covered in velvet shrouds heavy with gold embroidery, but those of Mevlâna and Veled bear huge turbans, symbols of spiritual authority; the number of wraps denotes the level of spiritual importance. Bahaeddin Veled's wooden tomb stands on one end, leading devotees to say Mevlâna was so holy that even his father stands to show respect. There are 66 sarcophagi on the platform, not all visible.
Mevlâna's tomb dates from Seljuk times. The mosque and semahane, the hall where whirling ceremonies were held, were added later by Ottoman sultans (Mehmet the Conqueror was a Mevlevi adherent and Süleyman the Magnificent made charitable donations to the order). Selim I, conqueror of Egypt, donated the Mamluk crystal lamps.
The semahane to the left of the sepulchral chamber contains exhibits such as the original copy of the Mathnawi, Mevlâna's cape and other clothing, a 9th-century gazelle-skin Christian manuscript and a copy of the Koran so tiny that its author went blind writing it. In the middle of the room is a display case holding a casket which contains strands of Mohammed's beard. The small mosque in front of the semahane is reserved for prayers but as you exit the building, look to the left of the mihrab for a seccade (prayer carpet) bearing a picture of the Kaaba at Mecca. Made in Iran of silk and wool, it's extremely fine, with some three million knots (144 per square centimetre).
The matbah (kitchen) of the lodge is in the southwest corner of the courtyard. It is decorated as it would have been in Mevlâna's day, with mannequins dressed as dervishes. Look out for the wooden practice board, used by novice dervishes to learn to whirl. The dervish cells (where the dervishes lived) run along the northern and western sides of the courtyard. Inside the cells are a host of ethnographic displays relating to dervish life. In particular, one room contains personal items belonging to Şems of Tabriz including his hat and a manuscript of the Mâkâlât, his most famous work.
The complex can get oppressively busy, and seeing any of the contents of the museum display cases can be a pushing and shoving, head-ducking affair. Come early on a weekday if you want to see all the items in peace. On the other hand, the atmosphere on busy days is almost addictive and more than makes up for not being able to properly examine the museum pieces.
Beside the museum is the Selimiye Camii.
Thank you so much for visiting my stream, whether you comments , favorites or just have a look.
I appreciate it very much, wishing the best of luck and good light.
© All rights reserved R.Ertug
Please do not use this image without my explicit written permission. Contact me by Flickr mail if you want to buy or use Your comments and critiques are very well appreciated.
Best viewed in lightbox - please click on the image or press L.
Thanks for stopping and looking :)
O menino voltou-se para a mãe e perguntou:
- Os anjos existem mesmo?
Eu nunca vi nenhum.
Como ela lhe afirmasse a existência deles,
o pequeno disse que iria andar pelas estradas,
até encontrar um anjo.
- É uma boa idéia, falou a mãe.
Irei com você. -
Mas você anda muito devagar,
argumentou o garoto.
Você tem um pé aleijado.
A mãe insistiu que o acompanharia.
Afinal, ela podia andar muito mais depressa do que ele pensava.
Lá se foram.
O menino saltitando e correndo
e a mãe mancando,
seguindo atrás.
De repente, uma carruagem apareceu na estrada.
Majestosa,
puxada por lindos cavalos brancos.
Dentro dela,
uma dama linda,
envolta em veludos e sedas,
com plumas brancas nos cabelos escuros.
As jóias eram tão brilhantes que pareciam pequenos sóis.
Ele correu ao lado da carruagem e perguntou à senhora:
- Você é um anjo?
Ela nem respondeu.
Resmungou alguma coisa ao cocheiro
que chicoteou os cavalos e a carruagem sumiu na poeira da estrada.
Os olhos e a boca do menino ficaram cheios de poeira.
Ele esfregou os olhos e tossiu bastante.
Então,
chegou sua mãe que limpou toda a poeira,
com seu avental de algodão azul.
- Ela não era um anjo, não é, mamãe? -
Com certeza, não.
Mas um dia poderá se tornar um, respondeu a mãe.
Mais adiante uma jovem belíssima,
em um vestido branco,
encontrou o menino.
Seus olhos eram estrelas azuis e ele lhe perguntou:
- Você é um anjo?
Ela ergueu o pequeno em seus braços e falou feliz:
- Uma pessoa me disse ontem à noite que eu era um anjo.
Enquanto acariciava o menino e o beijava,
ela viu seu namorado chegando.
Mais do que depressa, colocou o garoto no chão.
Tudo foi tão rápido que ele não conseguiu se firmar bem nos pés e caiu.
- Olhe como você sujou meu vestido branco,
seu monstrinho!
- Disse ela, enquanto corria ao encontro do seu amado.
O menino ficou no chão,
chorando, até que chegou sua mãe
e lhe enxugou as lágrimas com seu avental de algodão azul. -
Aquela moça, certamente, não era um anjo.
O garoto abraçou o pescoço da mãe e disse estar cansado.
- Você me carrega?
- É claro - disse a mãe
- Foi para isso que eu vim.
Com o precioso fardo nos braços,
a mãe foi mancando pelo caminho,
cantando a música que ele mais gostava.
Então o menino a abraçou com força e lhe perguntou:
- Mãe, você não é um anjo?
A mãe sorriu e falou mansinho:
- Imagine, nenhum anjo usaria um avental de algodão azul como o meu.
Anjos são todos os que na Terra se tornam guardiões dos seus amores.
São mães, pais, filhos, irmãos e amigos que renunciam a si próprios,
à suas vidas em benefício dos que amam.
As mães,
sobretudo,
prosseguem a se doar e velar por seus filhos,
mesmo além da fronteira da morte,
transformando-se em protetoras daqueles que na terra ficaram,
como pedaços de seu próprio coração.
Titian: Mary Magdalene Repenting
"A good rendering of Mary Magdalene was to contain three elements: the aesthetic, in the form of female beauty, the penitential, generally with a stark landscape, and the ecstatic. This painting is praised in the Musaeum for “the artist’s skill in maintaining proper modesty in such nudity”, and indeed the viewer’s eye is immediately attracted by the saint’s face enraptured in ecstasy." (From the Pinacoteca Ambrosiana website.)
The Pinacoteca Ambrosiana is home to the Portrait of a Musician -- the only Leonardo da Vinci panel painting still in Milan -- as well as the world-famous Codex Atlanticus of 1,119 folios of his designs, sketches, and notes. This small art museum near the Duomo in Milan also has paintings and sculptures by many further famous artists including Caravaggio, Titian, Botticelli, Veronese, Bramantino, and Brueghel but is small enough to appreciate in not much more than an hour. A further top attraction is Raphael's Cartoon for the School of Athens fresco.
Repentance means a change of mentality
"Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is at hand!" Man, and even the best Christian, has a tendency to order himself inwardly in order to create a system. From a spiritual perspective this is death, because the system does not allow you to benefit spiritually. Repent means to overthrow the system, so that nothing remains standing; it means a change of mind, of vision, of thoughts, a change of our whole being. We need to leave behind our mentality of "belonging" to ourselves and live as we wish - in which case our only concern is how to maintain a false relationship with God - and we must return equally, honestly and truly to God. The kingdom of God will not come to our souls, nor will our souls enter the kingdom of God unless we repent. The point is that God's grace begins to flow into our souls. And this can happen within us through the most usual things. That is, only by saying our prayers: Our Father, Lord, have mercy, etc. However, we must continue to do, to insist on these family practices, until the springs of heaven open up. To begin with repentance means: I will get up in the morning and stand before God as if it were the first day of my life, but also as if it were the last. I will stand humbly, praying and trusting in myself with God, waiting for Him to have mercy on me. And, wonder, the time will come when our souls will open and we will experience true inner repentance and we will feel what it means to have communion with God.
* Symeon Kragiopoulos (Orthodox Archimandrite - † 2005
I’m able to get hold of the blade with both hands and slowly start to force the blade towards his throat. He may be younger and more agile than I am, but he lacks the physical strength to overpower me. Thus I’m able to connect the edge of the blade against his throat causing him to let out a cry of pain. Luckily for him though, he’s able to deliver a strong left hook to my cowl, knocking me back and forcing me to lose my grip on his blade in the process. Fortunately as I’m knocked back, I’m able to make my way towards where my own blade is and whilst Damian takes a moment to inspect his wound, I take the time to pick my blade up off the ground.
“If I didn’t know better Bruce, I’d of said you were deliberately trying to kill me there.”
“Not everyone believes killing to be the only answer.”
“Just the ones that matter eh? Whether it be me, the GCPD or even Marcus Wayne…..”
“…You know what he did…..”
“Of course. Gotham may not know who created the Batman, but I do. We’re both rather fortunate that Ra’s only wanted Thomas and Martha dead aren’t we? If Marcus had been a little blood thirsty that fateful night neither of us would be standing here today.”
“I’m here because of my father. Not because of Ra’s Al-Ghul.”
“Whatever you choose to tell yourself father dear. We both know the truth, at least I’m willing to accept it.”
“You’re not my son.”
“As you like to keep saying. But if you refuse to accept me then what do you consider all those stray dogs you like to take in? You don’t think of them as your sons do you? Surely not when you’re so quick to reject your own flesh and blood.”
“I’m proud to call all three of them my sons. Unlike you.”
“Three of them?”
He’s surprised by the three of them remark? He believes Jason is dead. An interesting development indeed. It seems our attempts to keep Jason’s fate a secret has paid off. If he doesn’t know that Jason is alive and well then that means the league doesn’t now either. Excellent, that means Jason won’t have the league breathing down his neck and he raids Greene’s mansion to find the lazarus neutralising agent.
“Jason’s alive?”
I take a moment to smile. As you’d expect that unnerves him. For some reason the image of me smiling always tends to alarm people. Hal always claims it’s the first sign of the apocalypse when I start to smile.
“Yes. Jason’s alive. He’s out there right now making preparations necessary for when Ra’s comes for me once I've dealt with him.”
“Unexpected. What preparations?”
“I’ve sent him to Jay Greene’s mansion. Home to the last pure source of Lucifer on the planet.”
The look of his face quickly turns from one of shock to one of horror. Evidently he knows all about Lucifer and for good reason. The name Lucifer comes from the phrase commonly used to describe the chemical. Lucifer inferno. Latin for hell bringer. For the longest time they wanted to call the compound Lucerno, a hybrid of the two words used to describe the compound. In the end though Lucifer ended up sticking as it's name primarily referencing the idea of the fallen angel. If only to reference the brief high you get from ingesting the compound before it takes it drags you down to hell.
For the longest time Lucifer was merely considered a powerful hallucinogenic, providing a powerful kick at first, but then forcing your own personalised living nightmare to play out before you. Needless to say, the compounds reputation for psychologically scarring anyone unfortunate enough to ingest it quickly led to it being put out of circulation. It wasn't until the Second World War where the Nazi science division actually considered weaponising the compound that it made a reappearance. Fortunately the Allies were able to stop the compound from being weaponised destroyed all evidence of the compound in the hopes it would never be discovered. Heck if Professor Milo hadn’t managed to get his hands on a pure sample of Lucifer I would never of known of it's existence, neither would his post-doc student Jonathan Crane, more commonly known these days as the Scarecrow. A shame really that Crane chose to use it to create several strands of his infamous fear toxin. Thanks in part to him there is hardly any Lucifer left on the planet.
Despite it's hallucinogenic properties, Lucifer has an expected side effect. It’s able to force the body to expel all unnatural chemicals with in it. The first people to ever record using the chemical claimed it forced you to confront your inner demons and repent your sins. Remarkably though, it's also able to neutralise any form of Lazarus within the human body by catalysing the natural decomposition of the compound. Normally it would take years for Lazarus to be fully purged from the body after initial exposure. Thanks to Lucifer the decomposition occurs in a matter of minutes.
You can tell why Lucifer is said to be one of the few things Ra’s has ever truly feared. Even to the point that during his early years Ra’s went on a quest to purge all traces of Lucifer on the planet during his rise to power. After all, when you have an immortal army at your command, the last thing you want is for your army to become mortal. Heck I can't help but speculate that by this Ra's has been immersed in lazarus for so long exposure to Lucifer would kill him without the pit’s healing factor to sustain him.
“That’s right. I said Lucifer, and that means when Ra’s finally decides to come for me I’ll be ready.”
“Not if I deal with you first.”
His tone is far more serious than before. No doubt recognising the size of the threat I pose to the league if I have Lucifer in my possession. Hopefully Jason’s managed to acquire it. I haven’t heard anything from him since I instructed him and his outlaws to acquire a sample from Jay Greene’s mansion. All I can hope is that his silence is due to some fault with their comms or something. The last thing I want is to lose him again.
I look up to see the Knight charging at me in anger. Presumably it’s because of the threat I now pose to Ra’s, after all if he’s unable to defeat me and Ra’s passes away then control of the league doesn’t pass to him at all. It would pass to either Talia or Nysa given their position as children of the Demon.
He slams his blade against mine with all the force he can muster, he’s almost able to throw me off balance with the amount of force behind his swing but I’m narrowly able to keep my footing. Enough is enough. It’s time to end this.
De repente bateu uma vontade enorme de usar um Dote ,e dentre todas as opções resolvi usar um dos primeiros da marca que comprei:o Porto de Galinhas,lilás/rosa SUPER clarinho e meigo,mas é aquela coisa depois de um tempo ele acaba perdendo a graça!
E nada melhor do que uma carimbada para animar um pouquinho,durante o processo fui fazendo vários testes para achar algum esmalte que não fosse branco ou preto que funcionasse para carimbar,e ecabei achando o Speciallità Free Rosa Neon que foi usado na Konad M51!
De repente intentó aprender la Ligereza, maravillosa virtud existencial que consiste en saber vivir el presente con plenitud serena…
Rosa Montero – La ridícula idea de no volver a verte
Run, flee, chaos, strains
Run, hide, fear, chains
Run, duck, smoke, flames
Run, jump, death, games
Run, rush, hunger, pains
Run, hop, truth, wanes
Run, quick, Mark, drains
Run, escape, evil, gains
Run, swift, chip, brains
Run, reject, Beast, reigns
Run, leap, digital, plains
Run, jog, synthetic, veins
Run, sprint, AI, trains
Run, repent, sin, stains
Please read this. It is important.
Charles Spurgeon:
This chapter speaks to many people who know nothing of peace, for “there is no peace, saith my God, to the wicked” (Isa. 57:21). “The wicked is like the troubled sea, which cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.” I do not address this to you with any desire of making a false peace with your souls. Woe to the prophets who say, “Peace, peace, when there is no peace!” (Jer. 6:14). Rather let me, first of all, expose the warring state of your soul that is without peace.
O soul! You are at war with your conscience. You have tried to quiet it, but it will prick you. You have shut up the recorder of the town of Mansoul in a dark place, and you have built a wall before His door. Still, when he has His fits, your conscience will thunder at you and say, “This is not right; this is the path that leads to hell; this is the road to destruction.” Oh! there are some of you to whom conscience is like a ghost, haunting you by day and night. You know the good, though you choose the evil. You prick your fingers with the thorns of conscience when you try to pluck the rose of sin. To you the downward path is not an easy one; it is hedged up and ditched up. There are many bars and gates and chains on this road but you climb over them, determined to ruin your own souls.
Oh, there is war between you and conscience. Conscience says, “Turn,” but you say, “I will not.” Conscience says, “Alter this system of trade, it is cheating.” Conscience says, “Lie not one to another, for the Judge is at the door.” Conscience says, “Away with that drinking cup, it makes the man into something worse than a brute.” Conscience says, “Rip yourself from that unchaste connection, be done with that evil, bolt your door against lust;” but you say, “I will drink the sweet though it damns me. I will go still to my haunts, though I perish in my sins.”
There is war between you and your conscience. Still your conscience is God’s vicegerent in your soul. Let conscience speak a moment or two this morning. Fear him not, he is a good friend to you, and though he speak roughly, the day will come when you will know that there is more music in the very roarings of conscience than in all the sweet and enticing tones that lust adopts to cheat you to your ruin. Let your conscience speak.
But more, there is war between you and God’s law. The Ten Commandments are against you this morning. The first one comes forward and says, “Let him be cursed, for he denies me. He has another God besides me. His God is His belly; he yields homage to His lust.” All the Ten Commandments, like ten great cannons, are pointed at you today, for you have broken all God’s statutes, and lived in the daily neglect of all His commands.
Soul! You will find it a hard thing to go to war with the law. When the law came in peace, Sinai was completely in smoke, and even Moses said, “I do exceedingly fear and quake” (Heb 12:21). What will you do when the law comes in terror, when the trumpet of the archangel shall tear you from your grave, when the eyes of God will burn their way into your guilty soul, when the great books shall be opened, and all your sin and shame shall be published? Can you stand against an angry law in that day? When the officers of the law will come forth to deliver you up to the tormentors, and cast you away forever from peace and happiness, sinner, what will you do? Can you dwell with everlasting fires? Can you abide the eternal burning? Oh,
“agree with your adversary quickly, whiles you are in the way with him: lest at any time the adversary deliver you to the judge, and the judge deliver you to the officer, and you be cast into prison. Verily I say unto you, you shalt by no means come out thence, till you have paid the uttermost farehing.” (Matt. 5:25-26)
But, sinner, do you know that you are this morning at war with God? He that made you and was your best friend you have forgotten and neglected. He has fed you, and you have used your strength against him. He has clothed you, — the clothes you have upon your back today are the garb of His goodness — yet, instead of being the servant of Him whose garments you wear, you are the slave of His greatest enemy. The very breath in your nostrils is the loan of His charity, and yet you use that breath perhaps to curse Him, or at the best, in lewdness or loose conversation, to do dishonor to His laws. He who made you has become your enemy through your sin, and you are still today hating him and despising His Word.
You say, “I do not hate him.” Soul, I charge you then, “believe in the Lord Jesus Christ.” “No,” you say, “I cannot, I will not do that! “Then you hate Him. If you loved him, you would keep His great command. “His commandments are not grievous” (1 John 5:3), they are sweet and easy. You would believe in His Son if you did love the Father, for “everyone that loveth the Father loveth him also that is begotten of him” (1 John 5:1).
Are you at war with God in this way? Surely this is a sorry plight for you to be in. Can you meet Him who comes against you with ten thousand? Can you stand against Him who is Almightly, who makes heaven shake at His reproof, and breaks the crooked serpent with a word? Do you hope to hide from Him? “Can any hide in secret places, that I shall not see him? saith the Lord” (Jer. 23:24). Though you dive into the caverns of the sea, He will there command the crooked serpent, and it will bite you. If you make your bed in hell, He will find you out. If you climb to heaven, He is there. (Ps. 130:8). Creation is your prison house, and He can find you when He will. Or do you think you can endure His fury? Are your ribs of iron? Are your bones brass? If they are so, they will melt like wax before the coming of the Lord God of hosts, for He is mighty, and as a lion will He tear in pieces His prey, and as a fire will He devour His adversary, “for our God is a consuming fire” (Heb. 12:29).
This, then, is the state of every unconverted man and woman. You are at war with conscience, at war with God’s law, and at war with God himself. And, now, then, as God’s ambassadors, we come to talk of peace. I urge you to give heed. “As though God did beseech you by me, I pray you, in Christ’s stead, be you reconciled to God.” (2 Cor. 5:20).
Look and listen. It is Christ speaking to you now. I think I hear Him speak to some of you. This is the way He speaks, “Soul, I love you; I love you from my heart, I would not have you at enmity with my Father.” The tear proves the truth of what He states, while He cries, “How often would I have gathered you, as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wing, but you would not” (Matt. 23:37). “Yet,” He says, “I come to treat with you of peace. Come, now, and let us reason together. (Isa. 1:18). I will make an everlasting covenant with you, even the sure mercies of David. (Isa. 55:3). Sinner,” He says, “you are bidden now to hear God’s note of peace to your soul, for thus it runs — ‘You are guilty and condemned; will you confess this? Are you willing to throw down your weapons now, and say, Almighty God, I yield, I yield, I would no longer be Your foe?’ If so, peace is proclaimed to you. “Let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts, and let him turn unto the Lord, for he will have mercy upon him, and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon.” (V. 7) Pardon is freely presented to every soul who sincerely repents of his sin; but that pardon must come to you through faith.
So Jesus stands here, points to the wounds upon His breast, and spreads His bleeding hands. He says, “Sinner, trust in me and live!” God no longer proclaims to you His fiery law, but His sweet, His simple gospel, which is “believe and live.” “He that believeth on the Son is not condemned, but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God” (John 3:18). “As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whosoever believeth on him should not perish, but have eternal life” (vv. 14-15).
O soul! does the spirit of God move in you this morning? Do you say, “Lord, I would be at peace with you?” Are you willing to take Christ on His own terms in the matter, and give yourself up, body, soul, and spirit, to be saved by Him? Now, if my Master were here visibly, I think He would plead with you in such a way that you would say, “Lord, I believe; I would be at peace with you.” But even Christ Himself never converted a soul apart from the Holy Spirit, and even he as a preacher won not many to him, for they were hard of heart. If the Holy Ghost is present as you are reading this, He may as much bless you when I plead in Christ’s stead as though he pleaded Himself.
Soul! Will you have Christ or not? Young men, young women, you may never hear about this Word again. Will you die at enmity against God? You who are sitting there, still unconverted, you may never see tomorrow. Would you go into eternity “enemies to God by wicked works (Col. 1:21)?” Soul! will you have Christ or not? Say “No,” if you mean it. Say “No, Christ, I never will be saved by You.” Say it. Look the matter in the face. But I pray you do not say, “I will give no answer.” Come, give some answer this very moment — yes, this very moment. Thank God you can give an answer. Thank God that you are not in hell. Thank God that your sentence has not been pronounced — that you have not received what you have deserved. God help you to give the right answer!
Will you have Christ or not? “I am not fit.” There is no question of fitness; it is, will you have Him? “My heart is black.” He will come into your black heart and clean it. “Oh, but I am hard-hearted.” He will come into your hard heart and soften it. Will you have Him? You can have Him if you will. When God makes a soul willing, it is a clear proof that He means to give Christ to that soul, and if you are willing He is not unwilling. If He has made you willing, you may have Him. “Oh,” says one, “I cannot think that I might have Christ.” Soul, you may have Him now. Mary, he calls you! John, he calls you! Sinner, whoever you may be reading this, if there is a holy willingness towards Christ in your soul, or if there is even a faint desire towards Him, He calls you, He calls you! Oh, do not tarry, but come and trust in Him.
Oh, if I had such a gospel as this to preach to lost souls in hell, what an effect it would have upon them! Surely, surely, if they could once more have the Gospel preached in their ears, I think the tears would wet their poor cheeks, and they would say, “Almighty God, if we may but escape from Your wrath, we will lay hold on Christ.” But here it is preached among you, preached every day, until I fear you listen to it as an old, old story. Perhaps it is my poor way of telling it; but God knows, if we knew how to tell it better, we would do so. O my Master, send better ambassadors to people, if that will woo them. Send more earnest pleaders, and more tender hearts, if that will bring them to Yourself! But oh! bring them, bring them! Our hearts long to see them brought.
Sinner, will you have Christ or not? This morning is the time of God’s power to some of your souls, I know. The Holy Spirit is striving with some of you. Lord, win them, conquer them, overcome them! Do you say, “Yes, happy day! I want to be led in triumph, captive to my Lord’s great love?” Soul, it is done, if you believe. Trust Christ, and your many sins are all forgiven you. Cast yourself before His dear cross, and say —
“A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Into your arms I fall;
Be you my strength and righteousness, My Jesus and my all.”
And if He rejects you, tell of it. If He refuses you, let us hear it. There was never such a case yet. He always has received those who come. He always will. He is an openhanded and an openhearted Savior.
O sinner, may God bring you to put your trust in Him once for all! Spirits above! Tune your harps anew. There is a sinner born to God this morning. Lead the song, O Saul of Tarsus! And follow the sinner with sweetest music, O Mary! Let music roll up before the throne today; for it is there that heirs of glory are born, and prodigals have returned! To God be the glory forever and ever! Amen.
La repentance pour les anciens monuments devrait passer par une véritable politique d'envergure pour le patrimoine, qui fut pendant si longtemps mal restauré. Pour une question matérielle, de temps et d'argent, pendant le XIXe et une partie du XXe siècle, le mortier de chaux a été remplacé par du ciment, voire du béton. Les restaurations pour les joints et les enduits s'en servirent largement. Or, ces matériaux modernes sont incompatibles avec ces maçonneries anciennes, car elles piègent l'humidité dans la pierre, provocant la destruction depuis l'intérieur de ces blocs.
Nous pouvons notamment voir ces effets sur ce contrefort de l'église Saint-Denis de Sanvic, où l'enduit en ciment est érodé et laisse apparaître une partie de la maçonnerie calcaire (pierre de Saint-Leu) très malade.
Se o toque do outro de repente for bom? Bom, a palavra é essa. Se o outro for bom para você. Se te der vontade de viver. Se o cheiro do suor do outro também for bom. Se todos os cheiros do corpo do outro forem bons. O pé, no fim do dia. A boca, de manhã cedo. Bons, normais, comuns. Coisa de gente. Cheiros íntimos, secretos. Ninguém mais saberia deles se não enfiasse o nariz lá dentro, a língua lá dentro, bem dentro, no fundo das carnes, no meio dos cheiros. E se tudo isso que você acha nojento for exatamente o que chamam de amor? Quando você chega no mais íntimo, No tão íntimo, mas tão íntimo que de repente a palavra nojo não tem mais sentido. Você também tem cheiros. As pessoas têm cheiros, é natural. Os animais cheiram uns aos outros. No rabo. O que é que você queria? Rendas brancas imaculadas? Será que amor não começa quando nojo, higiene ou qualquer outra dessas palavrinhas, desculpe, você vai rir, qualquer uma dessas palavrinhas burguesas e cristãs não tiver mais nenhum sentido? Se tudo isso, se tocar no outro, se não só tolerar e aceitar a merda do outro, mas não dar importância a ela ou até gostar, porque de repente você até pode gostar, sem que isso seja necessariamente uma perversão, se tudo isso for o que chamam de amor. Amor no sentido de intimidade, de conhecimento muito, muito fundo. Da pobreza e também da nobreza do corpo do outro. Do teu próprio corpo que é igual, talvez tragicamente igual. O amor só acontece quando uma pessoa aceita que também é bicho. Se amor for a coragem de ser bicho. Se amor for a coragem da própria merda. E depois, um instante mais tarde, isso nem sequer será coragem nenhuma, porque deixou de ter importância. O que vale é ter conhecido o corpo de outra pessoa tão intimamente como você só conhece o seu próprio corpo. Porque então você se ama também.
Shot taken at Yorba Regional Park in Anaheim California.
I'm in the process of deleting most of my contacts cause it's pointless to keep most of them. Some are great and I'll keep but allot are on the way out. I mean if I don't notice your name cause I've never seen an interesting post or have never gotten a comment from you, what's the point?
Hope your enjoying your week,,,
... y de repente comienza un momento dorado, en donde las flores parecen dar la bienvenida al sol con una bella danza dirigida por la brisa y la vida parece despertar al sentir su calor. Es un breve instante que ayuda a encontrar inspiración en la luz y la magia para volver a ilusionarse...
*Indian Harbour, NS
Finished Project
Goal: To promote an upcoming baptism service. We are trying to emphasize the importance of baptism – an initiatory act that visualizes repentance.
Audience: Churchwide.
Direction: Wanted to avoid the more common text-in-a-fish-tank sort of images. Fresh and direct.
Project: Web and digital signage.
Other important info: This is finished up, but I would still appreciate any input. Would it make you want to get baptized?
Caught this guy holding up a religious sign on the street of Chinatown in San Francisco. I thought it was quite a contrast from the Chinese New Year decors all over the street.
De repente el aire te asfixia y necesitas diferencias artificiales. El agujero se cierra y como si se tratara de un reloj de arena, cada minuto de tu vida sigue perfectamente la ley de la gravedad de Newton. Sientes que lo unico que puedes hacer es sobrevivir con resignación. Intentar ser feliz con las risas de los demás y repartir tus ultimos granos de arena, antes que caigan en el olvido.
The incumbent President of the Cameroon National Youth Council (CNYC), Jean Mark Afessi Mbafor has urged every Cameroonian youth to continually hammer the phrase: “CHANGE DEPENDS ON ME” in his or her mind every day.
During an interview with Positive Youth’s Africa(PYA), he prescribed this as an antidote to the defeatist mentality of Cameroonian youths. In the interview which follows, Mbafor says this phrase was his main take-away from the last edition Young African Leaders Initiative(YALI) which took place in Washington DC. Read on…
PYA: As the President of the Cameroon National Youth Council, you are definitely a leader to reckon with. We would like to believe that your desire to lead must have germinated from somewhere. Could you briefly tell us how you came to reach this stage in your life?
President of CNYC: I come from a family where leadership is more of a gift. My Dad is a leader, he leads a church. My mum is leading an initiative for an orphanage. Leadership kind of runs in the family. From class three, I was head boy. In church, I was either youth leader or leader of the choir. Now what inspired me to run for the position of the President of the CNYC was a quote from Martin Luther King Junior: “One day the world would repent, not for the evil that wicked people have done but for the appalling passivity of good people.”This quote revolutionized my whole concept of leadership and pushed
me to wish to create an impact on my generation. I heard about the CNYC, I came there a couple of times and was not very inspired by what I saw. When I first discovered the National Youth Council in 2010, I pulled away but when I saw that quote in 2012, I got inspired to run for the Presidency of the National Youth Council. So I put up a campaign strategy and in December, 2013, I was elected President.
PYA: Reaching this milestone in your life, you must have cultivated certain values and skills that sustain you as a leader, so what are some of those values and skills?
President of the CNYC: First of all dreaming. People do not think that dreaming is a value. I had a dream like Martin Luther King. When you have a genuine dream, you get another value we call vision which will in turn produce another value I call passion. When you are passionate about your vision, you would get another value I call commitment. When you are committed, you are prepared to suffer for that dream from which emerges another value known as sacrifice. Many Cameroonians are not willing to sacrifice for their dreams and we think leadership is about seating on a rolling chair in an air conditioned office. No that is a result of leadership and not leadership.
PYA: These values, coupled with your professional experience must have contributed significantly to your being selected as a Laureate for the YALI. Could you tell us what YALI is all about and how many Cameroonians were represented?
President of CNYC: YALI is the acronym for Young African Leaders Initiative (YALI).It is a program under the Mandela Washington fellowship program. Twelve Cameroonians were privileged to be selected for this program. It is an initiative by President Barack Obama and I think it is his own way of giving back to Africa. I think this is a major gift because there is nothing more than giving to Africa people who are empowered. In Cameroon, 1500 applied for the YALI.180 were shortlisted for interviews and 12 Cameroonians who are doing remarkable things to change their societies were selected. I had sessions with President Obama, Michel Obama, Suzan Rice and I tell you it was a life-changing event.
PYA: What was your take away from this event?
President of the CNYC: My take away is that change depends on me. If everybody, every youth in Cameroon incarnates that feeling that change depends on him. If every Cameroonian gets up every morning and tells himself: “Change depends on me”, then by 2035, we would not be emerging but emergent.
PYA: During the JCI National Convention, you introduced a concept known as servant leadership. Could you further explain the concept?
President of the CNYC: It is one of the things we were taught in YALI. Towards the end, we were baptized as the Mandela Washington Fellowship. At that time, I asked myself why? I think it was to crystallize the whole concept of servant leadership which we have been hearing for six weeks. The idea behind this concept is that leaders have to serve their servants because these servants made them leaders. Mandela is a glaring example of a servant leader. A servant-leader puts the good of his people before his good. To summarize this, I would like to say, you never find common interest in working for personal interest but you will always find personal interest in working for common interest. A real leader works for common interest because he knows that in achieving common interest, he will find personal interest.
PYA: We are gradually moving from Millenium Development Goals(MDG) to Sustainable Development Goals(SDG) because the MDGs are far from being attained
just a few months to the deadline. Would you attribute this to the lack of leadership
.
President of CNYC: I have been privileged to be part of high panel discussions on the MDGs and SDGs. I think this can be attributed to will. We have many issues such as lack of resources, instability and unemployment but lack of will is the main problem. When we look at economies like Singapore that got transformed in 10 years, it means it can be done in Cameroon if only we have the will. Also, looking at a country like Srylanka that is just coming out of war and its level of development, we can deduce that Cameroon which has been at peace for long can do even better. Until each person accepts his share of responsibility and not just look at the government. In the human development index, Cameroon is ranked 150 out of 183.This is shameful. With all the degree holders we keep throwing out every year. It is man that makes development and if we are so low in our human development, it will be difficult for us to progress. It comes down to man and our will to want to change things.
PYA: You have been privildged to travel to other countries in Africa and the rest of the world. You have equally been very active in Cameroon. How do you compare the mentality of youths in other countries to that of youths in Cameroon?
President of CNYC;
Youths everywhere have the same problem. We all have the same problem, unemployment, social insertion issues amongst others but I think what surprises me most with the Cameroonian youths is the level of passivity as compared to youths of other nations. By passivity, I mean there is a surrender, there is a giving up. The average Cameroonian youth wants to leave Cameroon for greener pastures. We forget that in other countries, life is harder. Curiously, it is youths from Nigeria, Benin, Chad who are coming to Cameroon and making it. Look at the fishing industry, go to Kribi, go to Limbe, Idenau,its these people fishing. These youths are sending the money back to their countries. Cameroonian youths have giving up. They have a defeatist mentality. They have forgotten this notion that to eat you must work and work hard. The average Cameroonian youth does not listen to news. Youths have damaged their thinking about what real life is all about. Our youths are neither willing to serve our nation. Outside, you see youths who are active, who are full of energy and passion. It saddens me that most of our youths have lost passion. We do not have youths who are daring.
PYA: What is the CNYC doing to remedy the situation?
President of CNYC:
The CNYC has three objectives. Get the youths to be part of their council. Youths have to support the council. We should make the council that machine of the youths. We are trying to build credibility with the government and the youth. Youths say the council must serve them but we cannot serve youths if they do not support us. No institution will take us seriously if the youths do not stand by us. It should be a give and take. When the youths give us their support, we now have the power to fight for them.We are trying to open doors, look for partnership .But all that will be weak if the youths do not support their council. Until the youths and the council became one, things will not change. The youths should get involved with who they put at the head of the council.
PYA: We see that you are working hard to improve the situation of your country, so what kind of Cameroon will you wish your son or daughter to grow up in.
President of CNYC:A country which truly utilizes its human resources and other resources for the benefit and improvement of its citizens. I dream of a Cameroonian where every body’s voice, interest and welfare is seriously taken into account. Until everyone is equal before the law, it will be difficult to attain to that. I dream of a Cameroon where everyone (Northener,Southerner,Anglophone,Francophone) are equal before the law.
www.positiveyouthsafrica.org/interview-with-cameroon-nati...
De repente en mi vida
Hay algo que me tiene confundida
No lo puedo evitar, puedo intentar
Conservar el asombro hasta el final
Mil palabras ya he oido
Solo las tuyas no han desvanecido
No puedo escapar de sus sonidos
Estoy hipnotizada en un sueño continuo
Primera Ley Fundamental: Siempre e inevitablemente cada uno de nosotros subestima el número de individuos estúpidos que circulan por el mundo.
Personas que uno ha considerado racionales e inteligentes en el pasado se revelan después, de repente, inequívoca e irremediablemente estúpidas.
Día tras día, con una monotonía incesante, vemos cómo entorpecen y obstaculizan nuestra actividad individuos obstinadamente estúpidos, que aparecen de improviso e inesperadamente en los lugares y en los momentos menos oportunos.
Segunda Ley Fundamental: La probabilidad de que una persona determinada sea estúpida es independiente de cualquier otra característica de la misma persona.
La educación y el ambiente social no tienen nada que ver. Son proporcionalmente tan numerosos entre mujeres y hombres, entre una “élite” galardonada de premios nobel o entre los bedeles de los colegios, entre los países desarrollados y subdesarrollados,...
Persiste el hecho de que se esté donde se esté, deberá enfrentarse siempre al mismo porcentaje de gente estúpida, porcentaje que, de acuerdo con la primera ley superará siempre las previsiones más pesimistas.
Concepto de estupidez humana: Los individuos se caracterizan por diferentes grados de propensión a la socialización. Existen individuos para los que cualquier contacto con otros individuos es una dolorosa necesidad. Estos se ven obligados a soportar a las personas y las personas se ven obligados a soportarlos a ellos. En el otro espectro, se hayan los individuos que no pueden soportar de ningún modo vivir solos, y están dispuestos a pasar el tiempo incluso en compañía de personas que desprecian. Entre estos dos extremos existe una gran variedad de situaciones, si bien la gran mayoría se halla más próxima al tipo que no puede soportar la soledad. Aristóteles: “El hombre es un animal social”.
Tanto si uno pertenece al tipo eremita como si pertenece al tipo mundano, en cualquier caso tiene que tratar con la gente. Lo que podría haber hecho por un individuo o por un grupo, y no lo he hecho, representa un “coste-oportunidad” (es decir, una ganancia frustrada o una pérdida) para aquella persona o grupo concreto. La moraleja es que cada uno de nosotros tiene una especie de cuenta corriente con cada uno de los demás. De cualquier acción u omisión, cada uno de nosotros obtiene una ganancia o una pérdida y al mismo tiempo proporciona una ganancia o una pérdida a algún otro. Las ganancias y las pérdidas pueden ser ilustradas oportunamente por una gráfica. El eje de la X mide la ganancia que, pongamos, Ticio, obtiene como consecuencia de su acción. La ganancia puede ser positiva, nula o negativa; una ganancia negativa equivale a una pérdida. El eje Y, por encima y por debajo del punto 0 respectivamente, mide las ganancias y las pérdidas de la persona (Cayo por ejemplo), o grupos de personas, con quienes Ticio está relacionado. Para determinas la ganancia o la pérdida de Cayo, es absolutamente indispensable tomar como referencia el sistema de valores de Cayo, y no el de Ticio. Y para medir la satisfacción de Ticio habrá que medir su sistema de valores. Un ejemplo: Ticio da un golpe en la cabeza a Cayo y obtiene por ello una satisfacción. Tal vez Ticio sostenga que Cayo es feliz por ello. Pero es muy probable que Cayo no sea de la misma opinión. Es más, puede que Cayo considere que el golpe en su cabeza ha sido un desagradabilísimo incidente. Si el golpe en la cabeza de Cayo ha sido una ganancia o una pérdida para Cayo, es Cayo quien debe decirlo, no Ticio.
La Tercera Ley Fundamental presupone que todos los seres humanos están incluidos en una de estas cuatro categorías fundamentales: los incautos, los inteligentes, los malvados y los estúpidos.
Si Ticio comete una acción y obtiene una pérdida, al mismo tiempo que procura un beneficio a Cayo, el signo de Ticio recaerá en el campo H: Ticio ha actuado como un incauto. Si Ticio realiza una acción de la que obtiene un beneficio, y al mismo tiempo procura un beneficio también para Cayo, el signo de Ticio recaerá en el área I: Ticio ha actuado inteligentemente. Si Ticio realiza una acción de la que obtiene un beneficio causando un perjuicio a Cayo, el punto deberá situarse en el área M: Ticio ha actuado como un malvado. La estupidez corresponde al área E:
Tercera Ley fundamental. Ley de Oro: Una persona estúpida es una persona que causa un daño a otra persona o grupo de personas sin obtener, al mismo tiempo, un provecho para sí, o incluso obteniendo un perjuicio.
Las personas racionales reaccionan instintivamente con escepticismo e incredulidad ante la Tercera Ley, tienen dificultades para entender un comportamiento irracional. Nadie sabe, entiende o puede explicar porqué esta absurda criatura hace lo que hace. En realidad, no existe explicación –o mejor dicho- sólo hay una explicación: la persona en cuestión es estúpida.
Distribución de la frecuencia: La mayor parte de las personas no actúa de un modo coherente. En determinadas circunstancias una persona actúa inteligentemente, y en otras, esta misma persona puede comportarse como una incauta. Si bien una persona puede comportarse de diversas maneras, tendrá un media ponderada que le sitúe en un cuadrante u otro. La persona en cuestión será fundamentalmente inteligente, o fundamentalmente incauta, por ejemplo. La única excepción importante a la regla la representan las personas estúpidas que, normalmente, muestran la máxima tendencia a una total coherencia en cualquier campo y actuación.
El malvado perfecto, es aquel que con sus acciones causa a otro pérdidas equivalente a sus ganancias. Él te roba: él gana 10.000 liras, tú pierdes 10.000 liras. El malvado que se sitúa cerca del área E, por ejemplo, estará muy cerca del límite de la estupidez pura. La distribución de la frecuencia de personas estúpidas, sin embargo, es completamente diferente de las demás áreas. Mientras los demás se hallan esparcidos en el ámbito de su propia área, los estúpidos están concentrados, en su mayor parte, a lo largo del eje de la Y, por debajo del punto 0. La razón de esto es que la gran mayoría de personas estúpidas son fundamentalmente y firmemente estúpidas. Esto es, causan daño a los demás sin obtener ninguna ganancia para sí. Cuando se causan daño a sí mismas, estas pertenecen al género de superestúpidos.
Estupidez y poder: El potencial de una persona estúpida depende antes de nada del factor genético. El segundo factor que determina ese potencial procede de la posición de poder o de autoridad que ocupa en la sociedad. La pregunta que se plantean a menudo las personas razonables es cómo es posible que estas personas estúpidas lleguen a alcanzar posiciones de poder o de autoridad. Las castas y las clases fueron las que permitieron un flujo constante de personas estúpidas a puestos de poder en la mayoría de sociedades preindustriales. Hoy, hay que recordar que, según la Segunda Ley Fundamental, una fracción constante de personas que votan son estúpidas.
El poder de la estupidez: No resulta difícil de comprender de qué manera el poder político, económico o burocrático aumenta el potencial nocivo de una persona estúpida. Pero nos queda aún por explicar qué es lo que básicamente vuelve peligrosa a una persona estúpida.
Esencialmente, son peligrosos y funestos porque a las personas razonables les resulta difícil imaginar y entender un comportamiento estúpido. Una persona inteligente puede entender la lógica de un malvado y por lo tanto se pueden prever y preparar la oportunas defensas. Con una persona estúpida todo esto es absolutamente imposible. Frente a un individuo estúpido uno está completamente desarmado. Generalmente el ataque nos coge por sorpresa e incluso cuando se tiene conocimiento del ataque, no es posible organizar una defensa racional, porque el ataque, en sí mismo, carece de cualquier tipo de estructura racional. No sólo hace problemática la defensa, sino que es extremadamente difícil el contraataque. Dickens: “con la estupidez y la buena digestión el hombre es capaz de hacer frente a muchas cosas”. Schiller: “contra la estupidez hasta los mismos dioses luchan en vano”.
Hay que tener en cuenta otra circunstancia: La persona inteligente sabe que es inteligente. El malvado es consciente de que es un malvado. El incauto está penosamente imbuido del sentido de su propia candidez. Al contrario que todos estos personajes, el estúpido no sabe que es estúpido. Esto contribuye poderosamente a dar fuerza, incidencia y eficacia a su acción devastadora. No está inhibido por ese sentimiento self-consciousness. Con la sonrisa en los labios, como si hiciese la cosa más natural del mundo, el estúpido aparecerá de pronto para echar a perder tus planes, destruir tu paz, complicarte la vida y el trabajo, hacerte perder dinero, tiempo, buen humor, apetito, y todo esto sin malicia, sin remordimientos y sin razón. Estúpidamente.
No es de extrañar que las personas incautas, generalmente no reconozcan la peligrosidad de las personas estúpidas. Pero lo que resulta sorprendente es que tampoco las personas inteligentes ni las malvadas consiguen muchas veces reconocer su poder devastador y destructor. Es imposible explicarlo pero se puede formular la hipótesis de que cuando son abordados por estúpidos cometen el error de abandonarse a sentimientos de autocomplacencia y desprecio, en vez de segregar inmediatamente cantidades mayores de adrenalina y preparar la defensa.
Se tiende a creer que una persona estúpida sólo se hace daño a sí misma, pero esto significa que se está confundiendo con la candidez. A veces hasta se puede caer en la tentación de asociarse con un individuo estúpido con el objetivo de utilizarlo en provecho propio. Tal maniobra está basada en la total incomprensión de la naturaleza esencial de la estupidez. Uno puede hacerse la ilusión de estar manipulando a una persona estúpida y, hasta cierto punto, puede que lo consiga. Pero debido al comportamiento errático del estúpido y la imposibilidad de previsión, muy pronto uno se verá arruinado y destruido por sus imprevisibles acciones.
Cuarta Ley Fundamental: Las personas no estúpidas subestiman siempre el potencial nocivo de las personas estúpidas. Los no estúpidos, en especial, olvidan constantemente que en cualquier momento y lugar, y en cualquier circunstancia, tratar y/o asociarse con individuos estúpidos se manifiesta infaliblemente como un costosísimo error.
A lo largo de los siglos, en la vida pública y privada, innumerables personas no han tenido en cuenta la Cuarta Ley Fundamental, y esto ha ocasionado pérdidas incalculables a la humanidad.
Quinta Ley Fundamental: La persona estúpida es el tipo de persona más peligrosa que existe. Corolario: El estúpido es más peligroso que el malvado.”
(Carlo M. Cipolla)
El texto está pasado a cachos, no es exacto al original.
Siempre agradeceré a Moraza que nos descubriera este texto... da para pensar y divertirse un rato.
¿Seré una de ell@s? XD
De repente despiertas y te das cuentas de que estás encerrado en un habitáculo, pero este no está totalmente a oscuras. Hay una ventana grande, -compuesta a su vez de ventanas más pequeñas- de las que emana una luz blanca. Un porcentaje ridículo de luz en comparación con la oscuridad que gobierna el habitáculo pero suficiente para evitar que los órganos del cuerpo se vuelvan locos. ¿Qué haces encerrado en un lugar como ese? Posiblemente hayas caído preso de algo que no aciertas a clarificar. Quizá estés en mitad de un mal sueño que amenaza con volverse eterno. Quizá la realidad se haya evaporado y toda las construcciones que observabas a tu alrededor han desaparecido, siendo arrojado a la realidad de verdad, en la que solo hay un habitáculo oscuro con una ventana a ninguna parte.
O que mais as espanta é que, de repente, elas percebem que já são balzaquianas. Mas poucas balzacas leram "A Mulher de Trinta", de Honoré de Balzac, escrito há mais de 150 anos. Olhe o que ele diz:
'Uma mulher de trinta anos tem atrativos irresistíveis. A mulher jovem tem muitas ilusões, muita inexperiência. Uma nos instrui, a outra quer tudo aprender e acredita ter dito tudo despindo o vestido. (...) Entre elas duas há a distância incomensurável que vai do previsto ao imprevisto, da força à fraqueza. A mulher de trinta anos satisfaz tudo, e a jovem, sob pena de não sê-lo, nada pode satisfazer'.
Mas voltemos à nossa mulher de 30, a brasileira-tropicana, aquela que podemos encontrar na frente das escolas pegando os filhos ou num balcão de bar bebendo um chope sozinha. Sim, a mulher de 30 bebe. A mulher de 30 é morena. Quando resolve fazer a besteira de tingir os cabelos de amarelo-hebe passa, automaticamente, a ter 40. E o que mais encanta nas de 30 é que parece que nunca vão perder aquele jeitinho que trouxeram dos 20. Mas, para isso, como elas se preocupam com a barriguinha!
A mulher de 30 está para se separar. Ou já se separou. São raras as mulheres que passam por esta faixa sem terminar um casamento. Em compensação, ainda antes dos 40 elas arrumam o segundo e definitivo.
A grande maioria tem dois filhos. Geralmente um casal. As que ainda não tiveram filhos se tornam um perigo, quando estão ali pelos 35. Periga pegarem o primeiro quarentão que encontrarem pela frente. Elas querem casar.
Elas talvez não saibam, mas são as mais bonitas das mulheres. Acho até que a idade mínima para concurso de miss deveria ser 30 anos. Desfilam como gazelas, embora eu nunca tenha visto uma (gazela). Sorriem e nos olham com uns olhos claros. Já notou que elas têm olhos claros? E as que usam uns cabelos longos e ondulados e ficam a todo momento jogando as melenas para trás? É de matar.
A mulher de 30 ainda não fez plástica. Não precisa. Está com tudo em cima. Ela, ao contrário das de 20, nunca ficou. Quando resolve, vai pra valer. Faz sexo como se fosse a última vez. A mulher de 30 morde, grita, sua como ninguém. Não finge. Mata o homem, tenha ele 20 ou 50. E o hálito, então? É fresco. E os pelinhos nas costas, lá pra baixo, que mais parecem pele de pêssego, como diria o Machado se referindo a Helena, que, infelizmente, nunca chegou aos 30?
Mas o que mais me encanta nas mulheres de 30 é a independência. Moram sozinhas e suas casas têm ainda um frescor das de 20 e a maturidade das de 40. Adoram flores e um cachorrinho pequeno. Curtem janelas abertas. Elas sabem escolher um travesseiro. E amam quem querem, à hora que querem e onde querem. E o mais importante: do jeito que desejam.
São fortes as mulheres de 30. E não têm pressa pra nada. Sabem aonde vão chegar.
E sempre chegam.
Chegam lá atrás, no Balzac: 'A mulher de 30 anos satisfaz tudo'.
Ponto. Pra elas.
Feliz aniversário pra mim. E parabéns a todas as "trintonas". ;)
"Todo había cambiado de repente: el tono, el clima moral. No sabías qué pensar, a quién escuchar. Era como si durante toda tu vida te hubieran llevado de la mano como a un niño pequeño y, de pronto, te encontraras solo y tuvieras que aprender a andar. Ya no quedaba nadie, ni la familia ni las personas cuya opinión merecía tu respeto. En aquel tiempo sentías la necesidad de comprometerte con algo absoluto —la vida, la verdad o la belleza— que gobernara tu vida y reemplazara unas leyes del hombre que habían sido descartadas. Sentías la necesidad de entregarte a una meta última con todas tus fuerzas, sin reservas, como no habías hecho nunca en los apacibles viejos tiempos, en la antigua vida que ahora estaba abolida y había desaparecido
para siempre. "