Ho visto un servizio sul dopo terremoto in Abruzzo nel quale intervistavano un ragazzo, giovane, che nella tragedia aveva lost sisters, Jenny and Giuseppe. He tried, in the rubble of the house, some personal items that had belonged to the girls: little things, a particular toy, the phone that he had given her, personal items of daily use.
is everything here. But for someone like Paul and I took so long to ask questions and write "A sense of things" and is trying to make a blog is not indifferent.
Here are the opening words of the novel as a starting point for thinking ...
"The End gives meaning to things.
time, the duration of their construction of their existence,
lay down its value.
Whether it's a sudden stroke of luck
or a long and tiring work,
activities and passions are valid because closely related
with their limit.
With our understanding of their life.
And even more so with the certain result of man's existence.
not beat it.
The uncertainty is the source of all emotion.
beautiful things of this life.
All were eternal, which taste would you understand?
Were it not for death, to the delight to escape every day,
the scope of certain pleasures would be meaningless.
's so.
I can not imagine the color of a life without end.
Eternity is conceivable only because the biology
forces us to limit
is more unpredictable.
Physical death is the key to everything.
If we were certain not to die, what value would have a calendar?
Which memories?
Emmevù (and Piesse)
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