Fifth deadly sin : Gluttony

According to the dictionary: feminine noun, from the Latin gula. Excessive eating and drinking, voracity, greediness.

According to the Catholic Church: Inordinate desire for pleasure related to food or drink. One should not appreciate foods that are bad for health. One should not pay more attention to food than to those that accompany us. Unjustified intoxication is a complete lack of sense and a mortal sin.

According to Peter de Vries: Gluttony is a disorder; it means that something is devouring us inside.

From the “Verba Seniorum” (The Wisdom of the Ancients): The Father Abbott was strolling with a monk from Sceta, when they were invited in to eat. The owner of the house, honored by the presence of the priests, gave orders to serve what was best.

However, the monk was fasting. When the food arrived, he picked out a pea and chewed it slowly. He ate nothing further.

Upon leaving, the Father Abbott said to him:

– Brother, when you visit someone, don’t make your holiness an insult. Next time you are fasting, don’t accept invitations to dinner.

Recipe for goose liver with truffles: Clean the goose livers impeccably, chop the liver and truffles into small cubes. Line entirely a small, high pie dish with several small strips of bacon (the strips should be very finely cut). Season with a little salt and pepper and scatter on top some small pieces of truffle. Place the remaining pieces of liver and truffle in successive layers. Seal the pie dish hermetically using a strip of pastry made of flour and water and bake the foie gras in a bain-marie in the oven for 50 to 60 minutes. Afterwards, place a weight on top to compress the mixture.

Hunger in the world: The number of hungry people in the developing countries should drop from the present 777 million to around 440 million in 2030. This means that the goal of the World Food Summit agreed upon in 1996, of cutting by half the number of hungry people compared with the levels found in 1990-92 (815 million), will not be achieved even in 2030. Sub-Saharan Africa is a reason for great concern because the number of chronically undernourished people will only fall probably from the present 194 million to 183 million in 2030 ( Source: FAO report – World agriculture: Toward 2015/2030)

In a Sufi fable: A baker wanted to meet Uways, so Uways went to the bakery disguised as a beggar. He began to eat a bread roll; the baker beat him and threw him out into the street.

– Madman! – said a disciple arriving – don’t you see that you threw out the master you wanted to know?

Contrite, the baker asked what he could do for him to forgive him. Uways asked him to invite him and his disciples to eat.

The baker took them to an excellent restaurant and ordered the most expensive dishes.

– That is how we distinguish the good man from the bad man – said Uways to the disciples, in the middle of lunch. This man is capable of spending ten gold coins on a banquet because I am famous, but he is incapable of giving a bread roll to feed a hungry beggar.

Comment from the Tao Te King: Thirty spokes are fitted together in the cube forming a wheel. But it is its middle empty space that allows the car to be used. Model some clay to make a vase. Cut out in the empty space of the walls doors and windows so that a room may be used.

In that way someone produces what is useful but it is the empty space that makes it effective.

10 SEC READ: I must accept the blessings of today

I need to live out all the blessings that God has given me today. Blessings cannot be saved for a rainy day.
There is no bank with a safe deposit box for them. If I do not enjoy these blessings today, I lose them forever.

God knows that we are artists of life. One day He gives us a chisel, another we may receive brushes and a canvas, and still another day He gives us a pen to write.
But we will never use a chisel on canvas, or pens on sculptures. Each day has its own miracle.

I must accept the blessings of today, and create what I can with them; if I can do this easily and without guilt, I will receive more blessings tomorrow.

Creating a painting

Viva N. Sra de Fátima!


On May 13, 1917, the children purportedly saw a lady “brighter than the sun, shedding rays of light clearer and stronger than a crystal goblet filled with the most sparkling water and pierced by the burning rays of the sun”. The woman wore a white mantle edged with gold and held a rosary in her hand. She asked them to devote themselves to the Holy Trinity and to pray “the Rosary every day, to bring peace to the world and an end to the war”.[3] While they had never spoken to anyone about the angel, Jacinta divulged her sightings to her family despite Lucia’s admonition to keep this experience private. Her disbelieving mother told neighbors as a joke, and within a day the whole village knew.

The children said that they had been bidden to return to the Cova da Iria on the thirteenth of the following month. Lucia’s mother sought counsel from the parish priest, Father Ferriera, who suggested she allow them to go and bring Lucia to him afterward that he might question her. The second appearance occurred on June 13, the feast of St. Anthony, patron of the local parish church. On this occasion the lady revealed that Francisco and Jacinta would be taken to Heaven soon but Lucia would live longer in order to spread her message and devotion to the Immaculate Heart.[3] As the account of this meeting was written after the deaths of Francisco and Jacinta, it may be an instance of retrospective prophecy.

At this same visit, the lady told them to say the Rosary daily in honor of Our Lady of the Rosary to obtain peace and the end of the war. (Three months earlier, on April 21, the first contingent of Portuguese soldiers had embarked for the front lines.) The lady also allegedly revealed to the children a vision of hell, and entrusted to them a secret, “that was good for some and bad for others”. Ferreira later stated that Lucia told him that the lady told her, “I want you to come back on the thirteenth and to learn to read in order to understand what I want of you. …I don’t want more.”

Thousands of people flocked to Fátima and Aljustrel in the following months, drawn by reports of visions and miracles. On August 13, 1917, the provincial administrator Artur Santos[7] (no relation to Lúcia Santos), believing that the events were politically disruptive, intercepted and jailed the children before they could reach the Cova da Iria. The administrator interrogated and threatened the children to get them to divulge the contents of the secrets. Maria’s mother hoped the officials could persuade the children to end the affair and admit that they had lied.[5] Lúcia told him everything short of the secrets, and offered to ask the Lady for permission to tell the Administrator the secrets. That month, instead of the usual apparition in the Cova da Iria on the 13th, the children reported that they saw the Virgin Mary on 15 August, the Feast of the Assumption, at nearby Valinhos.

The three children claimed to have experienced in total six apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary between May 13 and October 13, 1917.

John Paul II credited Our Lady of Fátima with saving his life following an assassination attempt on the Feast of Our Lady of Fátima, 1981. He donated the bullet that wounded him to the Roman Catholic sanctuary at Fátima, Portugal and it was placed in the crown of the Virgin’s statue.

How the city was pacified

How the city was pacified

An old legend tells of how a certain city in the Pyrenees mountains used to be a stronghold for drug-traffickers, smugglers and exiles. The worst of them all, an Arab called Ahab, was converted by a local monk, Savin, and decided that things could not continue like that.

As he was feared by all, but did not want to use his fame as a thug to make his point, at no moment did he try to convince anyone. Knowing the nature of men as well as he did, they would only take honesty for weakness and soon his power would be put in doubt.

So what he did was call some carpenters from a neighboring town, hand them a drawing and tell them to build something on the spot where now stands the cross that dominates the town. Day and night for ten days, the inhabitants of the town heard the noise of hammers and watched men sawing bits of wood, making joints and hammering in nails.

At the end of ten days the gigantic puzzle was erected in the middle of the square, covered with a cloth. Ahab called all the inhabitants together to attend the inauguration of the monument.

Solemnly, and without making any speech, he removed the cloth.

It was a gallows. With a rope, trapdoor and all the rest. Brand-new, covered with bee’s wax to endure all sorts of weather for a long time.

Taking advantage of the multitude joined together in the square, Ahab read a series of laws to protect the farmers, stimulate cattle-raising and awarding whoever brought new business into the region, and added that from that day on they would have to find themselves an honest job or else move to another town. He never once mentioned the “monument” that he had just inaugurated; Ahab was a man who did not believe in threats.

At the end of the meeting, several groups formed, and most of them felt that Ahab had been deceived by the saint, since he lacked the courage he used to have. So he would have to be killed. For the next few days many plans were made to this end. But they were all forced to contemplate the gallows in the middle of the square, and wondered: What is that thing doing there? Was it built to kill those who did not accept the new laws? Who is on Ahab’s side, and who isn’t? Are there spies among us?

The gallows looked down on the men, and the men looked up at the gallows. Little by little the rebels’ initial courage was replaced by fear; they all knew Ahab’s reputation, they all knew he was implacable in his decisions. Some people abandoned the city, others decided to try the new jobs offered them, simply because they had nowhere to go or else because of the shadow of that instrument of death in the middle of the square. Some time later the place was at peace, it had grown into a great business center on the frontier and began to export the best wool and produce top-quality wheat.

The gallows stayed there for ten years. The wood resisted well, but now and again the rope was changed for another. It was never put to use. Ahab never said a single word about it. Its image was enough to change courage to fear, trust to suspicion, stories of bravado to whispers of acceptance. After ten years, when law finally reigned in Viscos, Ahab had it destroyed and replaced by a cross.

Kazantzakis and God

During his whole life, the Greek author Nikos Kazantzakis (Zorba, The Last Temptation of Christ) was an absolutely coherent man. Although he touched on religious themes in many of his books – such as an excellent biography of Saint Francis of Assisi – he always considered himself a confirmed atheist. Well, this confirmed atheist wrote one of the most beautiful definitions of God that I have ever come across:

“We gaze with perplexity at the highest part of the spiral of force that governs the Universe. And we call it God. We could give it any other name: Abyss, Mystery, Absolute Darkness, Total Light, Matter, Spirit, Supreme Hope, Supreme Despair, Silence. But we call it God, because only this name – for some mysterious reason – is capable of making our heart tremble with vigor. And let there be no doubt that this trembling is absolutely indispensable for us to be in contact with the basic emotions of the human being, emotions that are always beyond any explanation or logic”.

Ben Abuyah and learning

Rabbi Elisha ben Abuyah used to say:

“Those who are open to life’s lessons and who nurture no prejudices are like a blank sheet of paper on which God writes his words with divine ink

“Those who are always looking on the world with cynicism and prejudice are like a sheet of paper already written upon and on which there is no room for new words.

“Don’t bother about what you already know, or what you don’t know. Don’t think about the past or the future, just let the divine hands write down each day the surprises of the present”.

“My subject is my life”by Casanova

The reader of these Memoirs will discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led.

I will begin with this confession: whatever I have done in the course of my life, whether it be good or evil, has been done freely; I am a free agent. My success and my misfortunes, the bright and the dark days I have gone through, everything has proved to me that in this world, either physical or moral, good comes out of evil just as well as evil comes out of good.

I am bound to add that the excess in too little has ever proved in me more dangerous than the excess in too much; the last may cause indigestion, but the first causes death. I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence, I know likewise that I shall exist no more when I shall have ceased to feel.

My errors will point to thinking men the various roads, and will teach them the great art of treading on the brink of the precipice without falling into it.

Worthy or not, my life is my subject, and my subject is my life.

by Giacomo Casanova

10 sec read: The Catholic and The Muslim

I was talking to a Catholic priest and a young Muslim man over lunch. When the waiter came by with a tray, we all helped ourselves, except the Muslim, who was keeping the annual fast prescribed by the Koran.

When lunch was over, and people were leaving, one of the other guests couldn’t resist saying:

“You see how fanatical these Muslims are! I’m glad to see you Catholics aren’t like them.”

“But we are,” said the priest. “He is trying to serve God just as I am. We merely follow different laws.”

And he concluded: “Its a shame that people only see the differences that separates them. If you were to look with more love, you would mainly see what we have in common, then half the world’s problems will be solved.”

An excerpt from the book : Like the Flowing River



Just be very precise:

a] list your goals (give wings to your soul)

b] put the dates
E.g.: – My weight will be xx kgs in 31/Dec/2012 ( don’t use the negative sentence, like “I am going to lose x kgs”, as the subconcious is visual, it never registers the “no”)
– I will travel to xx in (month)
– I will start practicing (sport, language, skill) for X hr a day, 3 times a week

With a screensaver, you will be constantly reminded, your brain will be programmed, and you will manage it – if you don’t quit in the middle!

You can use any photo or image to write your intentions. If you want to use the powerful mandala that I normally use (The warrior of light = the sun, the moon, the sword of the warrior) you can find it >>> here

“If you chase your dreams, your dreams will chase you” (Paulo Coelho, that’s myself and I have this type of screensaver)


Moses parts the waters

“Sometimes we get used to what we see in the movies, and end up forgetting the true story,” a friend said to me once while we were looking at the port of Miami, “Do you remember the Ten Commandments?”
Of course I remembered. Moses, played by Charlton Heston, at one point he raises his wand and with that action the waters were divided and the Jewish people walked through it.
“In the Bible it is different,” said my friend. “In the Bible, God orders Moses to do this by saying, ‘the children of Israel are to go forward,’ and only after they start walking does Moses raise his wand to part the Red Sea.

“Courage in the path is what makes the path manifests itself.”


Moisés divide as águas

“í€s vezes a gente se acostuma com o que víª nos filmes, e termina esquecendo a verdadeira história”, diz um amigo, enquanto olhamos juntos o porto de Miami. “Lembra-se dos “Dez Mandamentos? ”
Claro que me lembro. Moisés – Charton Heston – em determinado momento levanta seu bastí£o, as águas se dividem, e o povo hebreu atravessa a grande água.
“Na Bí­blia é diferente”. Comenta meu amigo. “Ali, Deus ordena a Moisés: “diz aos filhos de Israel que marchem”. E só depois que comeí§am a andar é que Moisés levanta o bastí£o, e o Mar Vermelho se abre”.

“Só a coragem no caminho faz com que o caminho se manifeste”.


Moisés separa las aguas

-A veces la gente se acostumbra a lo que ve en las pelí­culas, y termina olvidándose de la verdadera historia -dice un amigo, mientras observamos juntos el puerto de Miami -. ¿Te acuerdas de “Los diez mandamientos”?
-Claro que me acuerdo. Moisés (Charlton Heston) en un momento dado levanta su bastón, las aguas se separan, y el pueblo hebreo pasa a través de la gran masa de agua.
-En la Biblia no ocurre eso – comenta mi amigo – Allí­ Dios le ordena a Moisés: “Diles a los hijos de Israel que caminen” y sólo después de haber comenzado todos a andar, Moisés levanta el bastón y el Mar Rojo se abre.

»Sólo la valentí­a durante el camino hace que el camino se manifieste.”


Moí¯se partage les eaux

« On s’habitue parfois í  ce que l’on voit dans les films, et l’on finit par oublier la vraie histoire », dit un ami, tandis que nous regardons ensemble le port de Miami. « Te souviens-tu des Dix Commandements ? »
Bien sí»r, je m’en souviens. Moí¯se – Charlton Heston – í  un certain moment lève son bí¢ton, les eaux se fendent, et le peuple hébreu traverse la mer.
« Dans la Bible, c’est différent », remarque mon ami. « Lí , Dieu ordonne í  Moí¯se : “Dis aux fils d’Israí«l de se mettre en marche.” Ce n’est qu’après qu’ils ont commencé í  marcher que Moí¯se lève son bí¢ton et la mer Rouge s’écarte.

« Seul le courage sur le chemin permet que le chemin se manifeste. »

Give before being asked

Those who are paying attention to others, always give before being asked for. Often our selfishness apologize, saying, “if he was in need, he would have asked.”

And we forget that many people can not – simply can not – ask for help.

I’m not talking just about money: loneliness, often can be worse than hunger.

A man knocked at his Bedouin friend’s door to ask him a favor:

“I want you to lend me four thousand dinars because I have a debt to pay. Can you do that for me?”

The friend asked his wife to gather together everything they had of value, but even so it was not enough. They had to go out and borrow money from the neighbors until they managed to get the full amount.

When the man left, the woman noticed that her husband was crying.

“Why are you sad? Now that we’ve got ourselves in debt with our neighbors, are you afraid we won’t be able to repay them?”

“Nothing of the sort! I’m crying because he is someone I love so much, but even so I had no idea he was in need.

“I only remembered him when he had to knock on my door to ask me for a loan.”

1 MIN READING: Each to his own destiny

Illustration by Ken Crane

EM PORTUGUES AQUI: Somos diferentes

A Samurai who was known for his nobility and honesty, went to visit a Zen monk to ask him for his advice.
When the monk had finished his prayers, the Samurai asked,

– Why do I feel so inferior? – I have faced death many times, have defended those who are weak.
“Nevertheless, upon seeing you meditating, I felt that my life had absolutely no importance whatsoever.

– Wait. Once I have attended to all those who come to see me today, I shall answer you.

The samurai spent the whole day sitting in the temple gardens, watching the people go in and out in search of advice. He saw how the monk received them all with the same patience and the same illuminated smile on his face.

At nightfall, when everyone had gone, he demanded:
– Now can you teach me?

The master invited him in and lead him to his room. The full moon shone in the sky, and the atmosphere was one of profound tranquility.

– Do you see the moon, how beautiful it is? It will cross the entire firmament, and tomorrow the sun will shine once again.
“But sunlight is much brighter, and can show the details of the landscape around us: trees, mountains, clouds.
“I have contemplated the two for years, and have never heard the moon say: why do I not shine like the sun? Is it because I am inferior?

– Of course not – answered the samurai. – The moon and the sun are different things, each has its own beauty. You cannot compare the two.

– So you know the answer. We are two different people, each fighting in his own way for that which he believes, and making it possible to make the world a better place; the rest are mere appearances.

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Searching for meaning

“At such a moment it is not the physical pain which hurts the most (and this applies to adults as much as to punished children); it is the mental agony caused by the injustice, the unreasonableness of it all.”


Terrible as it was, Viktor Frankl’s experience in Auschwitz reinforced what was already one of his key ideas.
Life is not primarily a quest for pleasure, as Freud believed, or a quest for power, as Alfred Adler taught, but a quest for meaning.

The greatest task for any person is to find meaning in his or her life. Frankl saw three possible sources for meaning:
a] in work (doing something significant)
b] in love (caring for another person)
c] and in courage during difficult times.

Suffering in and of itself is meaningless; we give our suffering meaning by the way in which we respond to it. At one point, Frankl writes that a person “may remain brave, dignified and unselfish, or in the bitter fight for self-preservation he may forget his human dignity and become no more than an animal.” He concedes that only a few prisoners of the Nazis were able to do the former, “but even one such example is sufficient proof that man’s inner strength may raise him above his outward fate.”

Finally, Frankl’s most enduring insight, one that I have called on often in my own life and in countless counseling situations: Forces beyond your control can take away everything you possess except one thing, your freedom to choose how you will respond to the situation. You cannot control what happens to you in life, but you can always control what you will feel and do about what happens to you.

Viktor Frankl

Harold S. Kushner, in his foreword for Man’s Search for Meaning

My religious education

My family was very strict and my father sent me to the Jesuit school so that I could have real discipline.

The chains of rigor were so heavy throughout my youth that very quickly I started to doubt this religion that showed no mercy, only constraint and suffering.

I remember being obliged to attend mess and the constant threats of hell in the mouth of the priests. Everything was sin, everything was forbidden, joy was ruled out.

I think that my rebellion was what saved me: I doubted about Catholicism, and felt that I must try something new.
Later on, in my teenager years, I became a hippie.
During this time, I traveled a lot, met people of different backgrounds, and had learnt different paths to come closer to spirituality.
I started to see other paths and started to see that my own religion wasn’t restricted to the Jesuit perception.

After I did a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, I returned to the Catholic faith – just because it is in my blood, not because it is the best religion.

I don’t think you can put God in a church. God is everywhere. All religions have advantages and disadvantages.

Furthermore I don’t think love is at odds with Christianity. Jesus message was above all a message of love to humanity.

God is–as William Blake said–in a grain of sand and in a flower. This energy is everywhere.


20 sec read: let me not beg for the stilling of my pain

EM PORTUGUES> Ní£o me deixe implorar para acalmar a minha dor
EN ESPANOL >> No me dejes pedir alivio para mi dolor

“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.

Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain,
but for the heart to conquer it.

Let me not look for allies in life’s battlefield,
but to my own strength.

Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,
but hope for the patience to win my freedom.

Grant that I may not be a coward,
feeling Your mercy in my success alone;

But let me find the grasp of Your hand in my failure.”

by Rabindranath Tagore


O dia seguinte

Antes de mais nada, quero avisar que já fui petista, fiz campanha, me decepcionei, resisti o quanto pude às constantes desilusões, incompetência, etc. Mas chegou um dia que disse BASTA.
Está aqui o Twitter a respeito, escrito em Novembro 2013

Isso dito, eis o que penso que acontecerá a partir de agora (e que irei atualizando à medida que o cenário político for evoluindo) :

1 – Temer asssume assim que o Senado votar a favor (o que ocorrerá).

2- Cunha passa a ser o vice-presidente. Mas se chegou tão perto, por que não tentar subir mais um degrau? Não é agora que vai mostrar as cartas escondidas na manga – é um dos melhores políticos que o Congresso tem (digo isso com o coração em pedaços). E passa a ser a espada colocada sobre a cabeça de Dâmocles/Temer [ explicação aqui ]

Atualização 20 de Abril: Ameaça a Temer é plano de Cunha para se salvar da cassação

Atualização 10 Maio: Temer é réfem de Cunha

3 – para compensar o excesso de gastos do governo, começam as privatizações. As riquezas do Brasil são vendidas a preço de banana.

Atualização 29 Abril: Programa de Temer prevê privatização de ‘tudo o que for possível’

A corrupção, que agora já aprendeu onde estão as possíveis armadilhas, se disfarça melhor, e exigirá muito tempo para ser descoberta.

4 – o povo, que nada tem de bobo, se dá conta que trocou seis por meia-duzia.

5 – o PT, que tampouco nada tem de bobo, volta ao confortável lugar de oposição ao governo, e começam as manifestações

Atualização 21 de abril Manifestação a favor de Dilma ocupa a Paulista

Atualização 10 Maio: Manifestações contra o impeachment ocorrem em 17 estados e no DF

6 – o Brasil, por mais que se esforce, não consegue vender a legitimidade do novo governo lá fora.
No momento em que escrevo estas linhas, a opinião pública mundial é praticamente unânime em condenar o que aconteceu ontem (mas meu amigo Jorge Pontual tem razão, só quem pode falar do Brasil são os brasileiros)

7 – o dólar cai. as viagens para a Disneylandia sobem. Mas com isso, as exportações caem tambem, de maneira vertiginosa.

Atualização 20 Abril: A expectativa do Tesouro Nacional é de que a dívida pública continuará avançando em 2016 e deverá ultrapassar a barreira dos R$ 3 trilhões no fim deste ano

Aqui não descarto uma (mais uma) intervenção da FIESP de modo a valorizar o dólar de novo.

8 – os 54 milhões que votaram em Dilma, e que simplesmente não se manifestam porque tem medo da opinião pública, enxergam em Lula o salvador da pátria.

9 – as manifestações crescem mais ainda. Temer começa a ter dificuldades em governar. Surgem greves e bloqueios de estada, coisas do tipo.

10 – Lula cresce.

11 – Acredito na sinceridade e na honestidade de Moro. Não acho que prenderá Lula por meros interesses políticos.
Sabe que sua história, e a história de sua família seriam manchadas por gerações, como foi a de todos que apoiaram o golpe militar de 64 (tinha até recentemente amigo na família de um notório torturador, e 30 anos depois ficava me explicando que o seu sobrenome não queria dizer que compactuava com as idéias e ações do tio).

12 – Temer entra em desespero – sorridente e com pose de estadista, mas desesperado. Diz que o país está a beira do caos.

Arualiza\cão 10 Maio: Michel Temer volta atrás e decide cortar dez ministérios
Tem conversas reservadas com as Forças Armadas.
E escuta um sonoro “NÃO” quando pede interferencia.

13 – Aécio tambem entra em desespero. Desde o dia 1 do segundo mandato de Dilma ele fez o possível e o impossível para não deixa-la governar.Agora vê que o maior beneficiado foi o PMDB. Começa a questionar Temer/Cunha.
Mas é tarde. Seu filme já está queimado, como mostram as pesquisas recentes.

Atualização 29 abril: Tchau, Aécio

14 – o povo já não tem mais ilusão a respeito de nada, e não se manifesta mais. A aguerrida militância do PT entra em cena sozinha. Todos começam a achar que “o Brasil inteiro” está contra o governo (assim como ocorreu agora)

Finalmente, usando um pouco de teoria conspiratória: voces não notaram que o PT quase nao fez nada de eficiente para manter Dilma no poder? Por que? Porque ela foi uma aposta errada.
Atualização 30 Maio PT se divide sobre reação a crises de presidente interino
Portanto, o que acontece depois do item 14 acima, é a reeleição de Lula, e mais 8 anos de Partido Trabalhista.



Character of the week: George Orwell

For a creative writer possession of the “truth” is less important than emotional sincerity.

In a time of universal deceit – telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals.

All the war-propaganda, all the screaming and lies and hatred, comes invariably from people who are not fighting.

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.

The best books… are those that tell you what you know already, but you forgot.

Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.

Whoever is winning at the moment will always seem to be invincible.

People can foresee the future only when it coincides with their own wishes, and the most grossly obvious facts can be ignored when they are unwelcome.

Big Brother is watching you.

Eric Arthur Blair (25 June 1903 – 21 January 1950) better known by his pen name George Orwell, was an English writer and journalist. His most famous (and important) book is “1984”

20 SEC READING: The Asylum

A story by Kahlil Gibran

I was strolling in the gardens of an insane asylum when I met a young man who was reading a philosophy book.

His behavior and his evident good health made him stand out from the other inmates.

I sat down beside him and asked:

‘What are you doing here?’

He looked at me, surprised. But seeing that I was not one of the doctors, he replied:

‘It’s very simple. My father, a brilliant lawyer, wanted me to be like him.
“My uncle, who owns a large emporium, hoped I would follow his example.
“My mother wanted me to be the image of her beloved father.
“My sister always set her husband before me as an example of the successful man.
“My brother tried to train me up to be a fine athlete like himself.

“And the same thing happened at school, with the piano teacher and the English teacher – they were all convinced and determined that they were the best possible example to follow.
“None of them looked at me as one should look at a man, but as if they were looking in a mirror.

“So I decided to enter this asylum. At least here I can be myself.’

Who stole my story?

When I was active on Myspace (I am not anymore), “Fly me to the moon” (Frank Sinatra) was deleted from my profile.
So who deleted the song? The answer is simple: greed and ignorance.
Greed that does not understand that this world has changed. Ignorance that thinks that, if the music is available for free, people are not going to buy the CD.

A] some will say :
you are rich enough to afford having your texts here for free.
It is true that I am rich (as were Frank Sinatra, and his heirs), but this is not the point. The point is that we want to first and foremost SHARE something. If you go to most of the pages, what will you see? Fantastic pictures, great blogs, amazing photos. For free. My texts are for free here. And you can reproduce them anywhere provided that you name the author.

B] The industry will say:
artists cannot survive without being paid.
But the industry is thinking on the opposite direction of our reality today. I follow Hilal on Twitter (even if she tweets once a year…). Hilal is from Turkey, but lives in Russia (and she is the main character in ALEPH). She first read a pirate edition of “The Alchemist”. Hilal download the text, read it, decided to buy the book. Up to today, I have over 12.000.000 hard copies sold in Russia, and counting.

C] I also decided to create “The Pirate Coelho”, an non-official fan page that allows people to download the full texts in different languages. I am selling more books now than ever. (Where is it? Well, not difficult to find…)

D] How did all these social communities start?
At first it was just wanting to chat with another person. But chatting isn’t enough – we have to share the music, the book or the film that we love. When there was no law against it, this information was exchanged freely. Finally, when the entertainment industry caught on, the repression began.

E] Art is not an orange.
If you buy an orange and eat it, you have to buy another one, and then it makes sense that oranges should not be given for free, because the consumer consumes the product. Art is about beauty. Music is about beauty. If I visit a page and I like the music, I am sure I will buy the CD, because I want to know more about the work of the artist.

F] A woman went to a market and saw two jars.
She asked the vendor for the price:: “ten coins”, he answered.
The woman was surprised: “but one of these jars has been painted by an artist!”
The vendor replied: ” I am selling jars. Beauty has no price.”

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30 SEC reading: A saint in the wrong place

‘Why is it that some people can resolve the most complicated problems really easily, whilst others agonize over every tiny crisis and end up drowning in a glass of water?’ I asked.

Ramesh replied by telling the following story:

‘Once upon a time, there was a man who had been the soul of kindness all his life.
When he died, everyone assumed that he would go straight to Heaven, for the only possible place for a good man like him was Paradise.
The man wasn’t particularly bothered about going to Heaven, but that was where he went.

Now in those days, service in heaven was not all that it might be.
The reception desk was extremely inefficient, and the girl who received him gave only a cursory glance through the index cards before her and when she couldn’t find the man’s name, she sent him straight to Hell.

And in Hell no one asks to check your badge or your invitation, for anyone who turns up is invited in. The man entered and stayed.

Some days later, Lucifer stormed up to the gates of Heaven to demand an explanation from St Peter.

“What you’re doing is pure terrorism!” he said. “You sent that man down into Hell, and he’s completely undermining me! Right from the start, there he was listening to people, looking them in the eye, talking to them.
“And now everyone’s sharing their feelings and hugging and kissing. That’s not the sort of thing I want in Hell! Please, let him into Heaven!’

When Ramesh had finished telling the story, he looked at me fondly and said:
‘Live your life with so much love in your heart that if, by mistake, you were sent to Hell, the Devil himself would deliver you up to Paradise.’