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"In a late summer afternoon, sitting by the ocean, watching the waves and feel the rhythm of my breath, when I suddenly became aware that everything around me was taking part in a giant cosmic dance. Being a physicist I knew that the sand, rocks, water and air were composed of molecules and atoms vibrate, and these in turn were made up of particles which interacted with one another by creating and destroying other particles. I also knew that the earth's atmosphere was continually bombarded by a rain of cosmic rays, high energy particles undergo multiple collisions as they penetrated the air.

All this was familiar to me from my research [...] but sitting on that beach my experiences came to life; down from outer space I saw cascades of energy, in which they were created and destroyed in rhythmic pulses; I saw the atoms of elemnti and those of my body participating in this cosmic dance of energy; I felt its rhythm and music felt at that moment knew that this was the dance of Siva, the Lord of Dancers worshiped by Hindus.



[...] At first I was helped on my way from the power plants who showed me how the mind can flow freely, as the spiritual insights can arise spontaneously, without any effort, emerging from the deep of consciousness. I remember the first of such experiences. Occurring after years of detailed analytical thinking was so overwhelming that breaks down in tears while - not unlike Castaneda - To record my impressions on a piece of paper. "

Fritjof Capra,
The Tao of Physics

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and then I went around the city with a camera and ask people I met if they wanted to get into the game and answer 10 questions. observed the behavior of people, their reactions, their blocks or their interest, to observe the different attitudes in according to situations, if the guinea pig was alone or accompanied, if flaunted safety or embarrassment. I wanted to penetrate the thoughts and emotions of those who live around me.
The first question was simple, easy, easy you happy?
but the second is happiness? usually generates a look out of place, completely unprepared to respond really esaudiente. perhaps some will realize only then that they had not asked those questions never assuming to know the answer. many people confuse happiness with pleasure or with serotonin, others have a rough idea, the most cunning believe is a good fleeting, elusive, others regard the argument as a question for adolescent identity crisis and do not go even to think their every gesture and action is consciously aimed at obtaining it (without But be aware of what you want to get).
let's face it, every man longs to be happy, but being bombarded with bullshit rarely have the chance to learn how to be. and it is not any book by a psychologist talk show on the shelf of the shopping center that will restore peace to the modern man.

the best answer, but by simple implicit meanings he has given me a English boy of 20 years. had left Barcelona with a backpack and little money and had come to Italy for a trip a few months. shaven, with a light vest, sitting cross-legged with his eyes full of love for all things on which rested his eyes, looking like a monaco Theravada. told me in an Italian approximate happiness is to be happy even when you are sad

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what would life be without a little 'healthy sport? Last Sunday I decided to dedicate even a full day dedicated to sports culture. I started in the morning, still asleep when I went to the gym in the suburbs where I train regularly. with classmates we have organized a basketball tournament with nice grill attached: between a basket and a rib we spent some happy hours, with a grid that you felt just looking at already doomed for carcinogens and issued with a lovely set table in the basement school ...

in the early afternoon but then I left for Brescia to follow the defeat of yet another exciting team most rickety of turin. and be very clear: from the start it was decided that all of us fans of the bull for nothing we would not get involved and provocations by the gossips who had followed in the week. we are true sportsmen.
Friday night some fans of Brescia had gone to the withdrawal of the bull as a sign of sportsmanship to let people know that our players were welcome and that they too were hoping for a healthy day of sport with children and families and may the best win and all those stuff there as the TV says. and we were so moved by the conciliatory gesture by the sign of friendship and that Saturday night and many had already traveled to Brescia and met the locals in the vicinity of the hotel is gone now and love along with lots of laughter and backslapping. is a sin then stumbled and became so bad but it will not be the one to hold and spoil the festive day of calcium.

and so we left by bus vans and cars and whatever else we had all its many faces I had not seen for a long time and what had just finished DASPO and that one who knows where it was over and all that greeted as veterans, we also recovered some friends who were returning from a tournament of football fans in Belgium and finally we came nell'agognata Lombard city. nice here citizens police have provided a serious and polite civic service and showed us the way to a collection point from which to coach that led us to the stadium. and obvious to say that we were all ticketed and armed with the best intentions. Unfortunately, we know that the fans given the results of the bull did not have generational and age, many are forced to walk around with a stick for support, you know, the busy day, the pain in his knees because the moisture and arthritis are the masters ...

finally reached the stage we are able to get off the bus to stretch a bit '. Unfortunately, our friends reluctantly sports Brescia had not seen. There was however an isolated group that has nothing to do with these beautiful days of sport, who do not care anything about football, with so many ugly mugs armed from head to toe, all dressed alike and with their faces covered. I will never understand just why the police attend the stages ...
but here by a wall from inside the stadium a nice Brescia climbs to greet us. do not tell you the joy! to meet each and everyone to celebrate by giving gifts of various kinds: gadgets to clothing, beer bottles, coins, etc.. then that party all around! as a New Year! rockets, firecrackers, smoke bombs ... we celebrated in the name of Brescia ferplei with our friends for a long time ', then came all this joker always tanned and dressed garish who works in an office in Turin can not remember the name (such pigos ditos say something like this) but he does not know is fun and always worried that something happens like incidents and clashes between rival fans. you see that looks too much TV. in the end we came to do him a favor in our field. we were so good that they decided to open the gates without the usual formalities such tickets searches documents but it is known among friends is so ...

and then we enjoyed the last game, a fortune of traveling to Brussels from Holland had gone to buy cigarettes at 2-0 for the brescia I could console a bit '. in the end, despite the defeat, however, we were all happy for this beautiful Italian sports day and to share the promotion of the team attacking anyone has yet had the bright idea to shoot a few fireworks as you do at weddings of celebrities ...

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Monday morning I went to the market . yes yes I know, it is news exceptionally creepy. the hole spewing oil into the ocean to rivers or the assaults on Israeli ships loaded with humanitarian aid dangerous place it in second place vegetable expenditure being Brunelleschi. have now reached a stage of early dementia in which every event is loaded with meaning more: "Mrs. Pina knows that Mr. Gino brought cherries to 3.50 euro per kilo?" has become a desirable place in everyday life. in fact, are days that I eat cherries.

was intense sun, fresh air, the clouds scattered in patches in the sky that almost no one believed to be in Turin. everyone was happy, or so it seemed to me as I was in a good mood, the pews were full of fruit and vegetables in season (ok, now I do not exaggerate, a mixture of seasons now that you can not make a fuck), and then the flowers , plants of basil, and schools of women's high fashion, and those with the slippers in homage to 1 € with a juicer, and products for the home and the Senegalese with sunglasses Tarot. and it was all shouting in a thousand languages \u200b\u200bwith the Romanian greets waxy Mrs. calabbrese and peasants of the valleys in the Piedmontese dialect speakers who do not understand anything and that teenagers guitar oh fuck what you do not know what he told me and Comara who congratulated for apricots the other day.

no, I swear, I had not got high before, I really like going to the market. perhaps because times are a slave because of the bifurcation, where there is always the same light of neon, where the endless shelves of pictures always remind me of Koyaanisqatsi, where every product you can save 3 cents but also fruits, vegetables and meat are made of polyethylene foam, where there is noise and shouting but all are silent or screaming to scold the child who wants to snack which has seen advertising on TV. here, accustomed to the alienation of shopping centers, one morning among the market stalls I think made a dive into another era of simple habits and popular culture.

sometimes I think that spending their days doing the daily shopping, cooking, doing chores, in short, to make the steward is not all that bad. or maybe I'm one of many that has the hour of crap to work and can not do normal things ...