We are not machines, we have a soul. But I sometimes wonder what has happened to. We traded for a long time for whatever glory and unknown future. But it is. We're here. Product of other minds. Next stage of a process, an idea, a test. He felt the need to listen to music at all hours, in all the places that's why we have come to create a way to do it. Walkman, CD, MP3, i-Pod. We needed to have at our desired hot water and light. Here's electricity. Fiat Lux is we say it. Now. And we have replaced Him we no longer need. We can do it alone, thank you! We are born into this world that is already formed in a certain way. We just have to follow what we are told. Training in various schools, and schools of thought. A teenager today what I never imagined could be invented. And still the wheel of progress. And you have to be forever, for better or worse, in step. We build a ladder to reach infinite heights. We are at a critical point. The construction seems poised. A new Tower of Babel ready to be demolished. But we fill ourselves full of lowering it. It 's too high. But if we are here we say: "It's not my fault!" E 'was made a test. It turns out the oil, refining and chemicals can make us get out of everything. From plastics to gasoline. I was born in this era. We wonder if the test is successful. Perhaps it will answer only the children of our children? Meanwhile we continue to try and follow the route mapped out. "It's not my fault!" But I could be a soul that only changes the body. And often reincarnated. According to a widespread theory East. Or I could be a new soul that death goes to Heaven or Hell, according to a known theory (we think) west. But we are here. Whether you've been there, is not. But we know that we have a constant and unstoppable need to do to operate, construct, produce. We can not stand still. What pushes us to move? And how come every time we create something and this in itself has a dual use? And the positive and negative? This duality is inherent, is innate. The first found that out in us. Exiting occurs as concrete. Each of us as, for example, in a certain way. Using different fabrics and colors. Manifesting is a feeling inside. So for the music you listen to how and how much you eat. The way one thinks and speaks. All out! What is inside. And inside there can be a bottomless pit! New soul?! Cycle of rebirth and death?! We are the robots, perhaps prototypes forgotten by other species more advanced than us. We are an experiment. We are really failures of prototypes and the world is the great trash we have been thrown? What a story!? Perhaps most exaggerated of the snake that talks on the shaft and that tempts Eve and Adam! For a period I've got too believe! Does anyone still looking for the Holy Grail ol'Arca of Noah! We dig into the past and we always find something that belongs to the present. The first tom-tom cries and the first turn into the be-bop! I'm missing something. Remains of clay that form vases, glasses, plates. The material is certainly different, but their use is the same. Now we have in addition to ceramics and glass to plastic too. Nothing but oil. Nothing but pieces that inexplicably turned into underground black liquid. Why then not colored. Why not a nice blue or pink liquid? No. Nero! We explain where we came from and what is our purpose. By what or by whom we are born. Evolution, Darwin, God ... Before the chicken or the egg? Yet, in the meantime, we are concerned about anything else. In the meantime do more. Ah yes. The excitement, the sense of bewilderment impel us to take and occupy the time. Finding and creating useful things that can give us a sense of protection and security. Yet, in the end, that sense of bewilderment and agitation does not go away. Persists. Indeed, increases. Someone, indeed occupies his whole life to try the truth, banishing all the rest. Long live the people of our kind! Jesus, Buddha, etc.. Others prefer to always get distracted, do not think "these things" but to bring entire buildings owned by the other world, in the grave with them. Clinging to life by putting on a little 'company of the family. Attachment to work and career as if they were real life. And then, once built their empire, fenced and closed to anyone not already known. Even with the best work, with the most beautiful family, we are always poor and naked and alone. Each time you should remember. Only in this way the soul can breathe. Descartes described a body without a soul. A mechanism that moves quite perfect in fact axes. A Logos, one reason he thinks and walks. But something's not coming back. Where the soul go?! Yes because in the end there is this soul! The hard part was finding a place. Mechanism to give the breath of life. I almost put you in the pineal gland! But the test to see if there has done? Of course! Dying, lying on the couch still alive, and zac ... and a shot away at once and try to see if the soul is. It will be flown at once! Too bad ... AGAIN! For the science that has brought us this far, this and more. Man test, test. Sooner or later c'azzecchi! Crazy!
