And with that title bears say that this is a blog of small things? Obviously these are big issues ... but hey, sometimes I get on great and I get to talk about things as simple and small. I know this happens to me not to study philosophy, where it could channeling my crazy thoughts, reflections, and hypotheses. But I have the example of my old, that twenty to twenty-some studied philosophy (a teacher), was received, then realized he was "suspended from the question marks" (sic, so she says in writing.) Then went to a nursing course and worked as a nurse some years. I, for now, I'm not going to be a nurse, nor a philosophy teacher, so I keep on writing, just. The funny thing is I do not think anyone reading this post ... but hey, I write well, for something I have a blog, right?
thought the other day in some writers (men and women) who suffered horribly. I thought they might have been if only a little less if, in addition to admire Miguel de Cervantes, James Joyce, Katherine Mansfield and Arthur Rimbaud (by name, a bit like that at random, writers I admire very much) had also admired (and with the same intensity) to Che Guevara, Gandhi, or Christ. Three people were extremely different, but with one thing in common: they fought for an ideal.
They are people who also suffered terribly. Virtually did nothing to suffer, but had incredible strength (perhaps because it grew much his spirit, that force can only come from spirit ...) and we showed that, in addition to suffering, they were able to give love and peace, and received, too, love and peace. To a lesser extent in which they delivered ... because his contemporaries failed to understand (by the way, had many loyal followers in life, let alone after his departure). And have been, surely, all the love they gave, to transcend. I say this because I think that after this life, we pass to another life that is full virtue, peace ... in short, pure reward. I wish we understood it immediately if someone is leaving us. I tried to do when he was well with my grandfather, who died two Octobers ago. One misses, it is true, especially if a relative closer than a grandparent (father, mother, siblings, children), or a friend ... but perhaps we should not miss much. The loved one lives, otherwise we here do not know well, but lives. Death as best we know, the dark lady, actually I think that does not exist. Or at least, not triumph. How could he die so loved? Yes, dying, dying loved ones, and lose, and it's a huge penalty. This is real. But, if they were good people (and if you loved them is because they were nice people), will be forever here, in the enjoyment, and sending her love ... because we also loved, and it endures. Yes, I believe in the eternal, and there is no argument that convinces me that things have an end. I believe that change shape and that's it. The finals are the end of an era ...
When I say it's good people, do not mess with that if they are bad people go to hell, because all that heaven and hell is more complex than algebra or language ... is full of loopholes and possible reflections. But it is logical that if one lives without being brutally cruel to other beings (I mean no harm intentionally, because sometimes we hurt unintentionally), and if you want, but it takes to accomplish his wishes or be lazy (I mean with this you do not need be Gandhi or Che), if you connect even a little bit with the essence of life, at any rate ... therefore, no doubt, when you go from here in this world, go to a full enjoyment of life, taking with him to achieve the desires fulfilled, all that he wanted, finally. And if you're a bastard garca as many genocidal, homicidal, or people who did not kill anyone but it is malicious, as well ... I do not think that you enjoy in the afterlife. Just because I can not find something there that did not even try to cultivate. But hey, maybe I'm ranting now ...
As a Christian, I believe it all. Before it was suspicious and I was not better. I had my time of atheism in the holding: how a man is going to be the son of God? Who I certify that the sacred writings are not a scam, how do I know that the apostles wrote faithfully, how do I know if it existed? How is that the angel Gabriel, how that woman (the Virgin) was a child without having sex? All these questions are typical of all agnostic ... and others, those of divine justice ... How God allows innocent people die, how God allows catastrophes, or that people suffer and languish?
Then I went researching to answer these questions. And to understand that God is not to blame of any of this, I became a believer, to defraud any intellectual skeptic who surround me. I understood that with faith there is no doubt that despite ... and I realized that I love and think they may be compatible, it's not something you remove the other.
Eye, as a Catholic I am not stubborn, strong and right. Not so. Moreover, I am interested in more than a religion: Hinduism and Buddhism seem worthy of attention and respect. All religions, in truth, both are manifestations of God ... each has its interesting insight. Only I, in my crib Judeo-Christian West, I grew up with baptism, communion, and others. For So when I go to pray God that I know.
Anyway, have been days of reflection: January a month as suspension ... And I thought that when you go to my Dad, for which there is not much because it is old man and pains, I greet all the time. When you wake up and when I sleep, I know ... and during the day, of course. I'll talk to him, surely, and that does not mean it will be crazy, but I will be open to other things, other ways of connection. I know, however, more than one send me the Moyano if you read this post. But me and why?
similar situation occurs when we remember my grandfather and my sister gets to mourn. Floor say Quiet, Grandpa is not left too far anywhere. Will be here very close, when you want it to be. Talk to him, he listens. Vive. Only in another dimension.
thought the other day in some writers (men and women) who suffered horribly. I thought they might have been if only a little less if, in addition to admire Miguel de Cervantes, James Joyce, Katherine Mansfield and Arthur Rimbaud (by name, a bit like that at random, writers I admire very much) had also admired (and with the same intensity) to Che Guevara, Gandhi, or Christ. Three people were extremely different, but with one thing in common: they fought for an ideal.
They are people who also suffered terribly. Virtually did nothing to suffer, but had incredible strength (perhaps because it grew much his spirit, that force can only come from spirit ...) and we showed that, in addition to suffering, they were able to give love and peace, and received, too, love and peace. To a lesser extent in which they delivered ... because his contemporaries failed to understand (by the way, had many loyal followers in life, let alone after his departure). And have been, surely, all the love they gave, to transcend. I say this because I think that after this life, we pass to another life that is full virtue, peace ... in short, pure reward. I wish we understood it immediately if someone is leaving us. I tried to do when he was well with my grandfather, who died two Octobers ago. One misses, it is true, especially if a relative closer than a grandparent (father, mother, siblings, children), or a friend ... but perhaps we should not miss much. The loved one lives, otherwise we here do not know well, but lives. Death as best we know, the dark lady, actually I think that does not exist. Or at least, not triumph. How could he die so loved? Yes, dying, dying loved ones, and lose, and it's a huge penalty. This is real. But, if they were good people (and if you loved them is because they were nice people), will be forever here, in the enjoyment, and sending her love ... because we also loved, and it endures. Yes, I believe in the eternal, and there is no argument that convinces me that things have an end. I believe that change shape and that's it. The finals are the end of an era ...
When I say it's good people, do not mess with that if they are bad people go to hell, because all that heaven and hell is more complex than algebra or language ... is full of loopholes and possible reflections. But it is logical that if one lives without being brutally cruel to other beings (I mean no harm intentionally, because sometimes we hurt unintentionally), and if you want, but it takes to accomplish his wishes or be lazy (I mean with this you do not need be Gandhi or Che), if you connect even a little bit with the essence of life, at any rate ... therefore, no doubt, when you go from here in this world, go to a full enjoyment of life, taking with him to achieve the desires fulfilled, all that he wanted, finally. And if you're a bastard garca as many genocidal, homicidal, or people who did not kill anyone but it is malicious, as well ... I do not think that you enjoy in the afterlife. Just because I can not find something there that did not even try to cultivate. But hey, maybe I'm ranting now ...
As a Christian, I believe it all. Before it was suspicious and I was not better. I had my time of atheism in the holding: how a man is going to be the son of God? Who I certify that the sacred writings are not a scam, how do I know that the apostles wrote faithfully, how do I know if it existed? How is that the angel Gabriel, how that woman (the Virgin) was a child without having sex? All these questions are typical of all agnostic ... and others, those of divine justice ... How God allows innocent people die, how God allows catastrophes, or that people suffer and languish?
Then I went researching to answer these questions. And to understand that God is not to blame of any of this, I became a believer, to defraud any intellectual skeptic who surround me. I understood that with faith there is no doubt that despite ... and I realized that I love and think they may be compatible, it's not something you remove the other.
Eye, as a Catholic I am not stubborn, strong and right. Not so. Moreover, I am interested in more than a religion: Hinduism and Buddhism seem worthy of attention and respect. All religions, in truth, both are manifestations of God ... each has its interesting insight. Only I, in my crib Judeo-Christian West, I grew up with baptism, communion, and others. For So when I go to pray God that I know.
Anyway, have been days of reflection: January a month as suspension ... And I thought that when you go to my Dad, for which there is not much because it is old man and pains, I greet all the time. When you wake up and when I sleep, I know ... and during the day, of course. I'll talk to him, surely, and that does not mean it will be crazy, but I will be open to other things, other ways of connection. I know, however, more than one send me the Moyano if you read this post. But me and why?
similar situation occurs when we remember my grandfather and my sister gets to mourn. Floor say Quiet, Grandpa is not left too far anywhere. Will be here very close, when you want it to be. Talk to him, he listens. Vive. Only in another dimension.
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