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Reflections freewheel (Third part) Freewheel

alive, dead or X. Ligabue is very suitable for cycling, it gives you the right pace.

Why this sudden desire to write, to update a blog idle for a few months (since my last trip to Senegal)?

There is no single cause, but a system of contributory factors with different weights, I find the cause-effect model terribly ill suited to describe any reality, even the simplest, let alone enough to describe a complex society, or what happens in my head. This
my old idea has found a perfect combination of theoretical explanation in the law of structural dynamic method and earlier in the field theory of Lewin .

There are several causes.
The first is that uneasiness that I mentioned earlier, an illness linked to various personal problems and future prospects that I am facing.
The second is to look within and take memory.
In recent years my memory has given me some concern, I recall with precision the key events and concepts that are key part of my training, but gradually the details escape me.
For a while I thought this annoying problem was a consequence of meningioma that I was removed in 2006, and then there is nothing to be done.

I recently wanted to give me more hope, perhaps my memory is only sleeping, perhaps in a colossal act that erases removal, in addition to memory, my dreams at night, my knee jerk reactions and making me ineffective in action transforming the world. With the memory
halved halves also my understanding of myself as well as the memory of me in the other I guarantee that others are trying to survive in paradise after death, so becomes crucial to address the removal of the front, all the analysis tools I know.

few years ago I threatened to blow up the other side, in the field of Friends Basaglia, unlike the normal that I have already spoken to try to avoid this risk, I looked for solutions in different areas, some roads have proved to be sterile , others for solutions.

One of the ways for solutions has been to open up to some people, sharing thoughts that I had always jealously kept for me, and this has given me an unpredictable evolution and has given me experience and extraordinary years.

My old enemy (a part of myself), however, is still there and ride with me, if I can not beat the invitation to have coffee for a chat.

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Reflections (part two) - Turin, April 9, 2010

... "Normality is a limit concept and as such does not exist, it is useless to try to work both to achieve and maintain." Why then I came up with this pearl of wisdom on normality? Perhaps due to a post by Laura seem to mind that they can not enjoy a similar state of mind.
Normal ... maybe it could be normal, maybe you succeed by killing some hundreds of millions of neurons to forget the amazing things I've seen, what I smelled, the great ideas that I have woken up and moved out of bed every day.

And nothing will change if those ideas are recognized illusions or unrealistic in the average level of consciousness of contemporary humanity, the experiences I made and I can not go on living as if nothing had happened, after speaking of mysticism and the future on a cart under the full moon with a Talib (French equivalent of the Taliban, or Koranic students) can no longer passively accept the actions of the CEI.
After seeing a small baby skin and bones from some degenerative neurological disease and her mother's eyes I wondered if, in my opinion, his son did something wrong, you can not return to normal.

But without going to such extreme experiences can not be normal and drunk all the balls that are proposed to normal, goes its own mental health.

About mental health, my wheels are now on France during the whale I think a ghost of Dr. What a man. To think that one day decide that the lunatics are not crazy, but otherwise normal and devoted his life to spread this simple concept and a closed world open, revolutionizes, disappears.

Alas, in my infinite ignorance I have never read anything Basaglia: I must admit (and this is a mortal wound to my snobbery) to have known him only the best fiction is dedicated to him and are not able to determine what was realistic .

I actually met the thought Basaglia of a few years ago when I had fun with Claudia to attend a series of unusual places, in one of these raids are finished to the mental asylum, being dismantled but still operating in some of its departments.
That night we ended up in a party organized by basagliani: half of these were healthy (I would not call them normal because they can not be normal if you are in certain areas), the other half were members of the asylum.

Mental illness has always scared me, maybe because I know that, deep down, they are borderline, or, in simpler words, a bit 'crazy too. That night I remember it still as nice although there was no way to convince one of the guests that I had no cigarettes.

Again are activated in the office.

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Reflections on the FW (first part) - Turin, April 8, 2010

I love cycling, especially after winning the strength of habit to drive around the city by car, the illusion of not having enough time and also, specifically, the physical limits of a body is not trained to the very effort.

Yes, because I, except for a brief twenty years ago, I always preferred the thought to the physical form.

In any case, when I can get my fat ass and put it in the seat of my old mountain bike I do not regret, discharge tension, I feel very cooler or cool as we say today and I think.

Today for example I thought of the malaise that grips me a bit 'of days and tried to give names, faces, patterns.

I started with a basic consideration: one of the things that annoys me most is the feeling of not leaving a trace.

am not a believer, so I have a particular faith havens on post mortem.
I think rather in a universe that embraces us all, for the moment I saw it described as best-in-One by Richard Bach.
If I remember correctly, the author of "The Seagull Jonathn Livingstone" invents a metaphor like this: each of us, in his individuality, is like a radio tuned to its frequency. So everyone sends some of the messages that we are in the ether, but ether is one.

But I continue to digress, I said one thing that bothers me most is the feeling of not leaving a trace, or rather fail to be decisive in changing for the better the lives of people around me. The ascent of

Parco Ruffini attempted to take stock of my forty-two years, will be the effort of a small hill that to me is a King of the Mountains, but the only thing that comes to mind is something like " normality is a limit concept and as such does not exist, it is useless to try to work both to achieve and maintain "...