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6月29日 La estupidez humanaQue gran parte de la humanidad es estupida hasta decir basta ya no es un secreto para nadie. Ha ocurrido siempre, y seguirá ocurriendo hasta que esa misma estupidez nos mate a todos. El problema es que ahora con el capitalismo cada dia mas en auge, dicha estupidez no te impide tener la razon si va ha provocar perdidas economicas a alguien, o va a haber una minima probabilidad de que esto ocurra. Supongo que el efecto se rige por el mismo principio del grito: si alguien grita algo fuerte y en publico resulta molesto para los oidos, a la vez que alarma a la gente de su alrededor, independientemente de que lo que diga tenga sentido o no. Y ya hace mucho se perdieron las buenas costumbres, hace mucho ya se paso a prestar atencion a la histerica en vez de darle un buen bofetón.
6月28日 And when he fallethProspero: The cross you wear arround your neck; is it only a decoration or are you a true christian believer?
Francesca: Yes, I believe - truly.
Prospero: Then I want you to remove it at once! - and never to wear it within this castle again! Do you know how a falcon is trained my dear? Her eyes are sown shut. Blinded temporarily she suffers the whims of her God patiently, until her will is submerged and she learns to serve - as your God taught and blinded you with crosses.
Francesca: You had me take off my cross because it offended..
Prospero: It offended no-on. No - it simply appears to me to be discourteous to... to wear the symbol of a deity long dead. My ancestors tried to find it. And to open the door that separates us from our Creator.
Francesca: But you need no doors to find God. If you7 believe...
Prospero: Believe? If you believe you are gullible. Can you look around this world and believe in the goodness of a god who rules it? Famine, Pestilence, War, Disease and Death! They rule this world.
Francesca: Ther is also love and life and hope.
Prospero: Very little hope I assure you. No. If a god of love and life ever did exist... he is long since dead. Someone... something rules in this place.
The masque of the red death |
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