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am always baffled by the human ability to fall into the traps that are constantly being created by the so-called "common way of thinking."

One of these traps is represented by ideology, understood as adherence to an organized system of ideas and, way, complete.

Have you ever seen a system of ideas, a philosophical system, so as to be absolutely complete and perfect? Not to be criticized?

The major systems have been challenged and are derived from these elements that seemed best to build more complete and modern: the history of human thought.

So how is it possible to fully embrace and support an ideology without accepting the slightest criticism, sometimes to the death or the death of the soul which is the worst violence on others?

not Accession rational behavior is not reasonable people, but only "support"

Typhus is fine as fun to tease between supporters of soccer teams or to advance their heroes, but no relationship between being human . Here the cheering becomes fanaticism, fanaticism and violence and the conclusion is, at best, the inability to communicate with others.

One particular trap is that of militancy, daughter ideological obstinacy, often of the particular ideology that is religion.

automatically triggered when certain phrases are spoken the spring that closes the eyes and ears take up the spear and leave the office, as in the old war movies where the master of the vessel from the fateful order "In order to combat" after which everyone knows exactly what to do . At that point it's all about training and skills to determine the outcome of the battle, but this is not the point: the real point is that there is no dialogue, and that purpose can there be to discuss with those who do not want to listen and only prove to be right?

Nobody, least seen from here, from the pond: the water turbidity and see you all less clear, but then come back as clean as before, the first of control and everything else ... So why?

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The crucifix and the Christian roots - Robert White - Micromega

"The crucifix and the Christian roots

" There are those who say "Lord, Lord 'will enter the kingdom of heaven, but whoever does the will of the Father" (Matthew 7, 21).
Not who hangs a crucifix a wall proves true to its Christian roots, but who puts into practice the words of Christ: "I was hungry and you gave me food, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was in prison and you came to me."
Those who are most outraged by the ruling of the Strasbourg Court are those that enhance the "evil" as a positive value, pass laws against persecuting the poor and strangers, fueling the fear and hatred for the other.
Their policy is likely to be eradicated from the common to hear that message, also shared by non-believers, which is the most important contribution of Christianity to our civilization: the affirmation of the value and dignity of every person, even those who do not count for anything in society. What
deny the Christian roots is not a piece of wood removed from a wall: they are the rejected refugees at sea, the exploited workers, migrants affected by the crime of illegal immigration, Roma filed, prisoners beaten to death or forced to conditions inhumane detention.
Christian roots are betrayed when they reject as waste those with whom Christ identified himself: "Whatever you did to the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me."

Roberto Blanco

http://temi.repubblica.it/micromega-online/il-crocifisso-e-le-radici-cristiane/

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Chronicles by Deborah Serracchiani puddle



















Yes, I'm a puddle,
one of those little pools of water that s' meet after a day of rain, dodge and immediately forgotten. I'm shallow, I do not give trouble, today and tomorrow there are no more, perhaps.

Above me the wind blows, sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, but always the ripples that form on the surface of my going in his direction: they are not as un fiume, che ha una sua corrente, la mia acqua è placida e quando il vento cessa, si calma.

Non voglio dire con questo di non essere importante, anzi, ho piena coscienza di me e della mia esistenza, e so che per l'infinità di esseri che mi abitano io sono il mondo, l'universo e dio.
Credo che si mettano anche ad adorarmi, ma come tutti gli dei non capisco le loro parole e se anche le capissi non mi importerebbero.
Nascono, vivono, muoiono, proprio come me e voi, e la relativa brevità delle loro vite è, appunto, relativa: cosa volete che sia un lampo di luce tra due infiniti abissi di buio?

Sopra di me passano le nuvole, si riflette il cielo, sorge e tramonta il sole. Ogni cosa passa e va, come le idee tra gli uomini, ma nessuna lascia il segno sulla mia superficie lucente, così come nessuna ideologia è destinata a rimanere viva per più di qualche generazione, eppure per esse gli uomini vivono e muoiono, per delle pallide immagini riflesse sulla superficie delle loro menti...

Lo so, qualcuno mi accuserà di essere qualunquista, ma una pozzanghera è una pozzanghera e basta: su di lei passano il tempo e gli elementi, ma tutto ritorna come prima.

Non come voi uomini che credete che ogni vostro pensiero resti inciso per sempre nell'universo, quando invece è meno che polvere nel vento...