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Esoteric: Esoteric

continues inside trip, aimed at knowledge and mysteries of the "paranormal."

This time wandering the web led me to know Your Archives site: Encyclopedia of esoteric knowledge! URL http://www.esopedia.it/index.php?title=Esopedia

This beautiful site, Wiki-style, is divided into several thematic areas, esoteric traditions, religion and Mythology portal , Dictionaries & Biographies are organized in over 2500 articles highly treated.

As the plate requires the contribution of all is essential to the development and wide of sections, but it seems to be the whole, though still leaving on a good road.

be missed.

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Travelers

We often think that things are forever. I am a convinced user of this thought.

A bit 'cause I'm an eternal dreamer. A little 'because I do not want see beyond my nose.

The reality is, however, and since I also occasionally go back on this planet, governed by different laws from those governing mine, small and very far, I have to bend to reality. Startled by the force of gravity that where I live is 10 times smaller. Everything here has more weight and it is rare that your back does not hurt. Time is running illegally, and two years last night, while other days they last forever, you'd spend days sleeping, because when you sleep time accelerates faster and consumes them.

have come down only for the time of losing something good, like a subway station. Funny to think about when Metro stop for me to find something.

are just passing through.

Soon my ship has to start again and maybe this time will not return.

You are already so far.

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the strange phenomenon of technological Ciappini: Kindle


These days you're nobody if you do not express gratitude for the arrival in Italy of Kindle.
TV, internet, print media, radio ... all media is good to express joy for the maximum expected arrival.
A neighbor of mine has sacrificed the ox to Kindle fatter.
I know of a foundation that is collecting money to build a golden idol with the features of Kindle.
... I admit to be slightly 'ignorant, but if everyone says' I'm Kindle is good and just, well, I have it too! True to Kindle
benevolent god, yesterday I ran Ikea to buy one.
Surprise of surprises: nonstante the name of fuck, is not an Ikea furniture.
Eh ?!?!? So what?
I documented: the case of yet another technological Ciappina. In addition to the variant ass-plug (jack ass).
bagaglietto Kindle is a big as a shovel to pick up the shit, and with the features of a scoop to pick up the shit. To distinguish it from a shovel to pick up the shit they have with a keyboard.
Already ... but what can I do with a shovel to pick up the shit with the keyboard?
adepts Kindle educated me on the fact that Kindle allows a second function: read e-books.
Eh?! I understand you correctly?! We talk about books ?!?!?
... if all the enthusiastic supporters had spent the price of Kindle Kindle in books, now owner of my favorite bookstore in yacht would move into a culvert dug on purpose to allow him to reach the city by boat .
Madonna Ciappina have pulled out of the fucking time! I can not comprehend.
For me there is no comparison between a paper book and an e-book. A paper book is
always better: you can treat badly, throwing down the bag, forget the sun, the rain. The
can wrinkle, scribble, highlight, lend, give. And at the end of
you can keep reading the books with others.
Every single book, with its emphasis, notes, creases, stains, represents a time in my history. And 'one of the frames that make the film not only the evolution of my thought, but of my life.
What the fuck do I know all this Kindle?
Kindle batteries. Possible that every bitch in my house to be electric? It 's ridiculous.
If I forget to charge it, I can not use it. Kindle
If I forget the toilet, steam strikes me.
If I throw it in the bottom of the bag breaks.
If the port on the beach is ruined.
If I use it as a shim for a table dancing, is not adjustable in height.
... fuck, I did not want to say, but I fear that even the shit go to collect the best card!

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Asymptote geographic


The desert has always exercised a fascination upon me very strong: the allure of the mysterious.
If you wonder what's so mysterious about a place where there is nothing , you're starting on the right foot. The point is that there is nothing.
The desert is an abstract concept.
In principle, the desert exists only as an act of faith . No one will ever testify to his existence. See it.
When you visit the desert ... the desert is no longer deserted. There is a visitor. An intruder. That place is no longer desert in the strict sense of the word. E 'else. It 's a visitor. You. Only you. You alone.
The desert is an inner journey. It is not a place: it is an experience.
Philosophy? Ciappini of mind? Crap?
as I know. To say you should try. Making the experience.
is the spirit with which I have visited the desert during the long weekend at the end of Ramazan. Three days in the desert. Inner adventure really intense, impossible to fully describe. Group spent three days in the jeep, Judah in the middle of nowhere by the coordinates of a GPS compass, which enabled us to reach all the places and places where the locals have offered us hospitality: food, a bed, a glass of tea. Bello.
I saw the salt desert. A place where the road is a long and weak track on the ground. Two drops of rain and disappears. Ever since man has memory, two drops of rain are not ever go there.
I saw the desert sand. Dune. Dune. Dune. All the same, yet different. The constantly evolving interactive. A gust of wind, a step, a small avalanche of sand. The same never the same.
I saw the storm of sand: can not see, can not breathe, impossible horizon, impossible to repair. There shrivels up and wait. Small.
I saw the midday sun. Everywhere. No shadow. Surreal. It seems impossible to walk into a place where there is how to get the shade. I felt like a bird flying in the infinite sky, with no branches in which to land.
I saw the locals. People driven by other logic, other rules, other rhythms. People stubbornly clinging to existence.
I saw the oases. Puddles mighty dirty and green. I felt to have something in common with plants. A breath of life. It had never happened before.
I saw the real paradox of the desert, an empty place. But full. Intense.
Probably the best way to describe the desert and build on this paradox. Needless to write or speak much. The desert is a personal experience. A journey of the soul. The language of the soul are the feelings, not words.