I start thinking about writing a thought of Spinoza that Hypatia I mentioned a few times: "Who has a body capable of many things, has a mind which is eternal mostly
(Spinoza, Ethica , V, purposeful XXXIX. Here corpus to multiple aptum Habet, Habet is mentem, deceased maxima pars est aeterna) "
[I apologize for the disruption of this quote which I do]. The
right for me, replacing the body the mind, and think of something I can not define, and perhaps clumsy way in which I refer to as 'soul', and instead imagine a sort of eternity of endless human, something not unlike that which Artur Rimbaud perhaps intended.
"Who has a mind to many things, has a soul which is mostly infinite
I want to put all this in my mind: there must be physics, the joy of learning, a little 'poetry and how much music I can hold you, but I will not give up on women, sexuality, desire to see you naked, touch you and kiss you everywhere, to possess and hold me.
In a period of my life, between eleven and tredicianni about, I attended a school of communion and liberation that put me in the head, or at least tried to condition to that effect, the idea that sex was dirty, and that every time you gave way to a desire Leave the virtues, you dirty in perversion.
As usual, given my habit of living in difficult situations, for a time I believed that in fact one of the evils to be endured in silence there was too inhuman to ethics, which do not escape punishment is not eternal damnation, I never really believed, but on earth.
I've always been a loner, and I got very, very few intimate experiences with others, to realize that virtue and desire, and lust, honesty, sincerity and pleasure can coexist.
Perversion not want to make love to twenty percent of the girls you meet on the street, and it eventually if you have the occasion.
Perversion exists only when you add to your enjoyment as a priority, and to achieve results not to damage the neighbor betraying the trust of a deceiving another, imposing a coward, breaking promises and ignoring the dignity of life there confronts.
If I have these desires clearly animal-like, and yet my mind is full of Leopardi, and in my heart a little bit of love for justice, how can I think of the poor who are too obsessed like me?
And after just reading the thoughts of others who live a sexuality that only boredom and lack of imagination makes it more bizarre, I realized that really Spinoza was right.
not even try to deny it, because I do not care much for either, contact with some of the people I met to compare virtual changed me, helped me more than long-standing friendships, and even more reading of my beloved classic .
The similarities that I found with those who, apparently, seems to have nothing in common with me, quell'intendersi to wonder not only on general topics, but even in very specific situations, and then the joy of thinking the same thing, speak with one voice, but even the serenity of a rebuke that finally makes sense to consider, I had to redefine, rescaling, to reconsider.
Today I am a person more sincere than before, because I ended up talking with you know me better.
And I realized that within me there's something I denied for too long, and left out in the vain hope that defluisse.
does not stop there.
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