Monday, September 20, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Dark Yellow Foamy Urine
Trilogia della RI-fondazione
In a blog called "Not of This World" I thought it was okay this brief reflection on Anobii already published.
What would you do if you found out through a complex mathematical equations that the world as you know is going to end, not because of a cataclysm, but of the unstoppable process of decline of civilization in which you were born? And if this process was not immediate, but should last for many generations and many more were to be born and die before the future of humanity can return to a glow was dying?
Would you be willing to commit what's left of your life and ask your successors to devote themselves to building a project that neither they nor their children, nor see their grandchildren made to reduce the suffering of men and women who will never know?
In times like ours, where results count more than the rate at which it reaches, where the number of people they would be willing to give up a bit 'of our superfluous does not exceed the fingers of one hand, the epic asimoviana reminds us how high can the sense of sacrifice and selflessness of man when he stops trying to "ground truth for pigs" and looking up at the stars, not those unfathomable and distant points of light in the sky, but rather those "A Thousand Splendid Suns" we can see only if we cease to be bent on ourselves 
In a blog called "Not of This World" I thought it was okay this brief reflection on Anobii already published.
What would you do if you found out through a complex mathematical equations that the world as you know is going to end, not because of a cataclysm, but of the unstoppable process of decline of civilization in which you were born? And if this process was not immediate, but should last for many generations and many more were to be born and die before the future of humanity can return to a glow was dying?
Would you be willing to commit what's left of your life and ask your successors to devote themselves to building a project that neither they nor their children, nor see their grandchildren made to reduce the suffering of men and women who will never know?
In times like ours, where results count more than the rate at which it reaches, where the number of people they would be willing to give up a bit 'of our superfluous does not exceed the fingers of one hand, the epic asimoviana reminds us how high can the sense of sacrifice and selflessness of man when he stops trying to "ground truth for pigs" and looking up at the stars, not those unfathomable and distant points of light in the sky, but rather those "A Thousand Splendid Suns" we can see only if we cease to be bent on ourselves
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