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We are currently in Husavik, tiny and beautiful town, inhabited by blond and sweet Icelandic living from fishing, tourism and Whalewatching. We took a small house on the shores of the bay to enjoy our year-end. With us there will be two of our Norwegian friends that joined us this afternoon.

the past few days I have not had time nor strength to write on the blog. We did always walking in the evening we decided it was rarely drunk in pubs. for the overtired.

remarkable little pub Ólafsvík (define magic town that ...), it would be reductive to report, really. Where have we heard a group perform exciting music, what I call "creative Nordic music, very relaxing and enveloping. And we drink good beer with unpronounceable name (not even remember it). Among them

Icelanders speak Icelandic, but the unofficial language is English, the signs are in English, as well as instructions on products applied here and there.

The walks have never been difficult because we chosen routes flat, but very long and because of reduced hours of daylight we have often had the momentum. Aurora Borealis sighted at last! We have failed in the attempt last year, but this year thanks to the stubbornness of my husband, we were able to see and photograph. My canon has had an orgasm. If

magna quite well when you go on the fish, but I felt bad about what I call "pimps". Sexsax being Anglo-Saxon, is used to bundles of pastry with steaming surprises inside ... I do not much, actually. And last night we bought the spaghetti, as two Italian "any ... but I needed to clean energy.

I had it very exciting, especially during our walks ... I moved, I cried a lot, a lot. I have wonderful memories of our honeymoon, but this is perhaps the most intense ...

The small program now is trekking in the area, a little shopping, perhaps on a boat ride, skype link up with the children and dinner with our friends.

I wish you all happy new year.

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LOVE' - PART THREE

"Love does not need to beg or even demand it.

Love must have the strength to draw confidence in himself.

Then you will not be dragged, but drag. "

H. Hesse

Love is not something that I can ask, beg. S ignifica I'm depending on someone. And if you depend on, there is no love in me. When I ask someone to love me, this means that there is no love in me and I ask others. But the others have it? Where did it come from?

If you are like me, they have to ask. I do not have it, I ask another aspect that has and can give it. Otherwise he is selfish. But how do I get love? Must produce it. Or will he ask someone. The route stretches, each asks the other, no one has, to all ends up missing. Missing so much love than what we ask! Everyone feels robbed of love. What little I was asked by a third party. And in the end will miss both. And 'love makes sense to ask someone else?

If there was love in me, do not ask anyone. Nobody would ask you to love me.

wonder if it means that in reality I did not. Why did not I? Why are reduced to being a beggar? When I want someone to love me I am a beggar. When I depend on reviews, ratings, availability of others, and when I rely on books, horoscopes, TV, weather, banks, changes in the market, the moods of the partners, I am a beggar. Perhaps there is nothing wrong with being a beggar, but always depend by others. Becomes a burden, we end up being each other's burdens.

"The truth is not the end of the journey, but it is the sum of the actions you do to win."

Aleandro Jodorowsky

There will always be people that will help me. Fill my bowl of their garbage. This will be. Give me what I ask, will accept my request . But if there were Love would not need to ask. If I ask and I is given then it is not love. It's a make do, make me happy, but not love. Love is. overflowing, exploding, unable to contain himself, does not wait for requests, runs from the object of his love without knowing how to stop.

Love does not ask his alms. Love is. When beggar will be given what I love is not love. E 'begging, garbage. Love sought is not enough, not satisfied, often tired. I want it again and again. Rubbish heap, which is not love.

Try another love means not having love in themselves.

So how can love and be loved? Who can give to others what you do not really know how to give, can not give even to himself?

If I did not love myself I will be unable to receive them. It will help, rescue, salvation in times of need, but not love. Love is not effect vacuum. Where there is emptiness, there can be love. For this sense of emptiness inside will not be filled by the request: is a love that is not there and who wants to be filled by a love that was offered.

But what is Love?

Continued ...

"Remember that you similar to the windows: glitter and shimmer in the sun, but when the darkness reveal your beauty only if you have a light within. "

Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

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LOVE '- PART TWO

The need for love, pretend love, springs from the fear of loneliness? The loneliness and isolation. Why this solitude?

"Human beings, who are interested only in themselves, do nothing but create loneliness."

J. Krishnamurti

I see myself and nothing else. Even when I look at other in fact I see only a reflection of myself. Besides, how can I detach myself from and see with other eyes ? The my happiness, my success, my hopes, my family, my profession, my office, my car, my profession, my generosity. I think the my production, I will not be alone anymore.

In fact, it is the attention given to myself that generates my loneliness.

I am alone. In a cold desert. I am unhappy, help me, I want to be loved.

Feeling isolated are unhappy. I wish you love me. Although I can not ask for it, love me. Do not force me to ask, why do not you understand? Do not leave me, do not let be alone with myself. How will I live with myself?

I want to be loved, but nobody really loves me, nobody knows me intimately. How am I going, what should I do?

A simple question is not answered yet. I can only avoid it, do not think, to fill another. The anguish remains. Dwells in my mind that can not be understood clearly. Do not listen. E 'confused, troubled by a dull unhappiness. There is no interval in which I can listen and understand the nature of my need for love. There is only the fear of not getting it. What becomes panic when I try to dwell on my situation. And I give up.

Even if I have time, there is no time in which I am willing to listen to myself to understand the nature of my need. I want to stop. I do not want to know why. I do not want to hear.

are alone among others. They are just as among the others like a little 'peace and being alone and being alone live the torment of my solitude. Inside me there is a well cool and dry, deep, I can not water, a need that I can not explain, that others can not understand. Love me, please. Do not ask me to explain. Why do not you know you love me? Pretend if you want but do not walk away from me.

"The truth is sacred. If you say too often nobody will believe you. "

GK Chesterton

That sense of anxiety is the protection that separates me from the consciousness of solitude. I prefer the anguish, the uncertainty of being loved, the reality of loneliness. I am nothing without anguish. As long as I feel anguish it will mean I will not have faced, overcome, I will not be entered into the reality of loneliness. A battle that I will not win. I have to choose between the fear of not being loved and the courage to face the inevitability of being alone. And I choose the anguish uncertainty, rather than the loneliness, the assurance that when meeting treacherously, for a moment, reveals the reality of my human condition, poverty of my spirit.

That sense of anxiety makes me feel alive. If anxiety were to cease it would mean that I won the battle and I accepted the reality of what is . But this for me would die, the end of my illusions, proof that reality is different from what I believe. Instead I want that reality is just what I believe , not what is . Will change it if necessary, will fight, I will discuss, but I will never accept this which is . I do not want to accept the reality of loneliness. And that anguish to which I cling dead not to feel isolated, it makes me feel alive. The need for love. Without love I am nothing.

prefer anguish, begging for love. I can not, I will not accept being alone, deeply alone.

I reduced my life, which is something extraordinary, to a petty matter, need someone to love me.

Continued ...

"Oh, get to the point of death and understand not having lived at all!"

Henry D. Thoreau

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arrived last night, there appeared Iceland much less cold last year ..

Speaking of Christmas ... two small comments: I 'mbriacato a little bit and I played Nintendo with my grandson almost all the time. The church service instead, it was very hot.

Okay .. back to Iceland, I must say that yesterday evening, after the accommodation, then I just let it go ... total relaxation, pleasant dinner, silence, peace, warmth, intimacy and warmth. It 'was amazing.

This morning we moved from to Reykjavik Keflavik very early and drive. We had breakfast in a cozy bar / cafe in the center of town and after we went to Borgarnes where we settled in the little cottage near the sea, which we rented until tomorrow. Obviously, having regard to the landscape, the temptation to put jackets and boots and go trekking was too strong ... we walked a lot, until the sunset not surprised us with a breathtaking performance (hours of bright light are very few at eight o'clock this morning it was still pitch dark).

Iceland in this period is not a tourist destination . Cities are deserted, the country uninhabited. We were the only two idiots to go hiking ... beautiful, though. I hate crowds, I hate to see people talking in Italian or French when they are in a foreign land, I hate to divide my emotions with noisy human transhumance of various ethnicity. My journey to be exclusive, if possible. The only moments of peace today.

Now I'm sitting on an uncomfortable chair in the tiny cabin, Sexsax drinks and smokes (to do something different), the fireplace is on, it's dark outside, silence and peace. If I had two kids waiting for me in Switzerland, I'd say I could die happy right now ... okay, let's say I could not die because I'm living and I'm doing it the way I like.

Good evening.

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LOVE' - PART ONE

"We recognize things but we do not know. "

Gilles Deleuze

I want to be loved. Maybe one person in particular. I feel a terrible need of love. Sometimes it becomes a real anxiety. What should I do, what can I do?

want you to love me. I'm not saying I want , but I want it. And why do I feel alone? Because I feel that if anyone loves me, I have no reason to be, live, to exist? Why I feel that if I am loved to live, flourish, be happy?

I feel myself in are nothing. Myself is nothing. But if you love me I feel that I become something. There is a cause that leads me to ask you your love, an inner state that pushes me to strive to have that love ?

I feel lonely, depressed, isolated and unhappy. But if you love me your love will make me look beautiful whatever. You will be my salvation, my hope. Then my need, my thirst for love, my need for companionship, to be with someone you can talk, tell me, take me, to live, you will be satisfied. But where does all this because it happens to me?

Because I want to be loved? Why the thought of not being able to be loved generates in me anxiety, worry, pain, irritation? What is the cause, the root of my request, love to claim?

I feel lonely, incomplete. It means that the evil of my life comes from my deep loneliness? From my inability to be alone. E 'loneliness, I want one, and fight for someone you love me? What fear is behind all this, what I fear?

I am alone, even among others, the family, the crowds are just, I want it, for heaven's sake, you love me. But you do not you care about me, really think about yourself and not me, you do your own business, your interests, leaving me alone.

" Human perfection is to discover its imperfections."

Augustine

I live in a dull anguish, frustration, a sense of incompleteness. I let myself go and shake my head. Or try not to think about it, I am interested in football, politics, literature, history, art, culture, change the world by a cult, a circle of lady, I spend hours on the internet, I run every day, I fill my life with what I can do anything not to feel that sense of emptiness, not to hear that voice inside me that calls for lost love.

long as there is in me a sense of loneliness I have to beg for the love that others do not understand? So I'll need someone to notice me, you love me? And 'the loneliness there, silent, I implore, I rends in the need to be loved?

But, if that's when I realized that the cause is loneliness, which generates the need in me, claim to love, then I can be free to act?

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of tomorrow are in Geneva on Monday and I'll be in Iceland for a week. I decided to keep a diary of our trip in Iceland, cutting out an hour ago to describe the stages of the blog every day, I hope to do it.

In the meantime, Merry Christmas, and I fear that the best way I have to wish, be it

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REPORT - PART TWO

"The first rule is do not fool yourself.

But the easiest person to fool ourselves we are right. "

Richard P. Feynman

Understanding the relationship us links to things, people, thoughts, emotions, words, our body, to the world, allows us to act on the strings of our existence. Acting on the nature of the relationship means to realize. Act on things without considering the relationship we have with them means failure, frustrated, experiencing the futility. But we can not understand how we act, we understand in relation to the report. Why?

We understand the relationship because we use the relationship.

We use the relationship we have with the outside world, but also to internal thoughts, emotions, our souls, as a means to promote ourselves, survival, obtaining, processing, becoming. In this way we use it but do not try to understand it. But it is the center of the investigation , not the goal.

The report is an instrument of self-discovery, is being, is existence.

To understand oneself, need to understand the relationship.

We place the survey but not at the center the object on which we act. And often the object is immutable, hard. The report is rather flexible, adaptable, easily influenced. E 'in the mirror I can see myself. May be distorting or reflecting the truth. Based on the report I can find out everything there is to discover. Ignoring him I cheated, deceived, misled.

I can look at the truth, yet do not understand it, because I have not considered the relationship that binds me to it, what I see, feel, experiment. Most people see what the report wants to see, not what it really is.

"Reality is merely an illusion, although a very persistent."

Albert Einstein

prefer to idealize, to process, isolate ourselves in relation to the report, rather than live in the future to understand the relationship present. So, if we examine our lives, our relationship with the elements, the thoughts, words, others will see that it is a process of isolation, partitioning, and loneliness. We feel lonely, needy, misunderstood. But if you are in relationship with almost everything that exists around us, how do we feel alone? If every atom in our relationship with what surrounds him, how can we think that part inside of us living in reality profoundly alone?

Skip to the report, or want to exploit it, always leads to isolation, loneliness.

In reality we are not interested objects, ideas, thoughts, emotions, people, per se. We are interested in a perspective of achievement, achievement and progress. We want to be useful, or pleasant, or funny, or meaningful. We want to be short anything. We want it because we do not feel part of them. We believe independent, separate and independent.

So the only way to interact becomes the perspective of use, utility, research purpose, even if the sacrifice has a purpose. We fail to understand, live, the relationship if he does not attach the label of the purpose, reason to be. Without the label does not understand the meaning and this makes us feel incomplete.

We are absolutely united, employees, destitute, and yet we feel divided, changing individual in realizing their potential.

private relationship with what exists, we could not breathe, feed, wash, warm us, we would be naked, cold, without thinking, without love, dumb, deaf, alone, yet we believe we can ignore the that we are part of the report, focusing on a ourselves that there is no (separate from the relationship), rather than relationship that exists.

"Life is too short to be miserable."

Benjamin Disraeli

Ourselves there because we need the relationship with all that is around us to exist. But we exploit the relationship, I do not live ; turn away never to see him, to focus on ourselves , our desire to further separation, growth, achievement and independence. That can not happen because it exists only in the report. And there is nothing out of the relationship. The separation, partition, elevation, is illusion. Would not be if we could exist outside of the relationship, but we have seen that it is not possible.

Instead of understanding the process we deny it, we isolate ourselves, we see ourselves as separate.

Man works with all his might on some elements, pieces of the puzzle, while ignoring the network in which each element is inserted. Work on self-realization within a group, need to be useful, appreciated, needed, fulfilled, enriched, recognized, powerful, not dominated. Work on parts of the mosaic that has decided to focus all that devalues \u200b\u200bthe relationship that binds him to his surroundings, the only thing that can give you satisfaction.

could change his life was touching the strings of the report, fluid, malleable, but claims to work with objects, people, behaviors, the nature of the thoughts, words heard on their bodies, which are rigid components, are difficult to access.

Man wants to change the world, and its relationship with the world.

not agree. He does not live to the report. Not understanding the relationship and its infinite potential, it forces players to act on the report. They do not like at all to intervene. Might as well try to obscure the sun being too bright: just a curtain, there is no need to force groped the nature of the sun.

The man remains dependent but denies it with all your strength. Ignoring the relationship. To ignore it is to deny it. Ignoring the relationship, without which there can be, is separated, alienated, isolated himself from what is and builds in his mind the world is not what . But the illusion is not wisdom, is pain. E 'eternal dissatisfaction, endless search for something that in reality he is a part.

"Neither fish nor the wave have the slightest idea what the water. A live and the other is made of."

Zen saying

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The day before our musical Mary Poppins, was also the day most unlucky year for Florence. The day of "big" snowfall. Less than twenty centimeters disgusting have crippled a city and region, including railways and highways. While Renzi fibrillation clung to facebook been updating like crazy, yours truly faced the storms to reach the school where, shortly thereafter, was to go on stage.

The show went well, the kids are excited because snow is speechless in front of our performance. The staff of teachers has paid off the work done in recent months, preparing a buffet and inviting with high heat exponent. The head teacher (the principals are so called, is not my fault) has informed us that two other institutions would, in January and stay with them.

Well all right ... but we come to the sorrowful notes.

We had booked the restaurant for after the show, the local that we could not reach because of the snow. We settled for a ride downtown, and good Cazzaro, we messed up screaming and pulling snowballs at anything that moved.

My brother has lived a veritable odyssey.

E 'managed to land a hair in the early afternoon, just got off the plane he heard the announcement that all flights were canceled and the airport closed. In his mind he thought of something After a while they would remain, namely "that ass I had."

Exit the airport like any Swiss, Swiss, and how any attempt to see the taxi driver who opened the door and kisses his hands. Instead, like any peg, not only does not see the shadow of a taxi, but opens in the eyes a doomsday scenario.

The exterior of the "mighty" Peretola airport, although in late spring from the idea of \u200b\u200ba big parking lot of a highway, looks like an abandoned warehouse in Alaska.

Then, with the trolley, no gloves, no umbrella, a coat, scarf and a pair of leather shoes, decides to go on foot snow storm.

In the break between the first and second half of the musical, the undersigned is informed that Ale'mpossble vague hungry, cold, with the wounds on his hands and chilblains on your feet, between the avenues of the city, carrying with difficulty the trolley . Rumors tell me that someone saw him sitting in a car broke down while drinking hot tea offered by the Red Cross.

finished the show, while the company was heading toward the center of Florence, I prayed Sexsax to fetch the missing brother. After two hours, I hear news that both are safe and sound at home and you are draining alcoholic stuff.

Upon returning, I find the following scene: My brother inside the fireplace, and I do not speak metaphorically, it was inside. Santamaria which distributes the wet clothes on the different radiators and Sexsax preparing the hot chocolate, and while ago, whispers, shaking his head "comes from Switzerland without a pair of gloves ...".

The poor health of his brother quite worried, ask him to take a hot bath and go to bed. I do not even answer, it performs like a child on punishment and just before going to bed can mean "a city surrendered to a spit of snow I forgot the gloves, but the administration has forgotten to connect the neurons ".

All true, alas.

The next day was the big day, Every year at my house there is the now famous Christmas dinner with friends. A little more than thirty guests, and this time the organization was edible in the hands of her husband, his brother and Lord M. Three men in the kitchen while I was enjoying the warmth of the book.

I have to admit that the temptation to go in and poke his nose in the kitchen was really great, but I managed to keep it at bay, bringing my two kids around, before the park and then to make a snowman, who has LittleL watched with amazed eyes .. that is my beautiful daughter!

PiccoloD decided to sacrifice the power of four disks to make eyes and buttons of the snowman ... we say that he has always used to compose figures on the table and not to play seriously, but without explaining it to his father at 21 months that the game does not do the package of explanations, but the imagination of the child.

Returning home, I took care of the appetizers (you know that fatigue) and I must admit that the dinner was perfect, maybe a little too cooked roast beef, but it seems we should eat well.

very few days left for Iceland, and are very happy, but the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving my children for a week makes me slightly uncomfortable and anxious ... I know it will be fine, but I will miss .

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The third tree

Index of nomadic life, more than ever to undo the bag, is the number or the number of non-native trees that are made.

The last time I saw Stavanger (the notion of time is not my forte, I have passed two weeks, approximately) I found a delightful shop selling decorations for the tree, wood. I could not resist and a dark afternoons, I bought a small tree. Then we went to rob the shop and I also discovered that the lights for the tree from Norway, are more beautiful and less Chinese than Italian ... I think phenomenal discovery. In the evening, when he returned Sexsax, we did our Christmas tree from Norway. The result is not the best, there is an overload in the lower part of decorations, decorations pitches, but as not to allow PiccoloD to measure his artistic talent? A St. Albans

, in our eternal home renovation, I had decided not to. First of all because the balls cost England a bang and a half (with the same amount in four eat for a month) and then because I and the children we worked all'addobbo Pipe Tree Lord and Lady Lovely. A two-meter Alberone full of pendants that are broken, basically a time bomb. In putting onto a ball-shaped crystal Santa Claus, I had to put up with the story well the Christmas of 1985 when it was a small Sexsax Sexsax and even then wondered why you have to use a meta-algorithm for the cash flows. Do not carry the story, because it is almost embarrassing.

a couple of days we are in Florence, finally. Do not spend Christmas here in the cradle of the Renaissance, but in Geneva, the cradle of banks and watches ... a difference of zero (as they say in Florence). But our house in the true sense of the term, is this. So how do the tree? Among other things, Saturday night at my house there is the usual Christmas party with friends (about thirty guests) and the tree is required. I have not

a plastic tree because, do not speak loud, but pollute more than the real trees. I understand it is easy to spend once, store the tree in the basement or attic after the holidays ended, and forget about it. Instead go to a nursery every year, buy a tree, carry it home as you svacca the machine with needles, maybe bring it up to the fifth floor ... and then back to the nursery (or planted in the garden) when Christmas is over ... well, is more complex.

But the plastic tree is something unspeakable (and then someone explains to me why it's called "green")

a-is made in China, then surely flammable and toxic.

-b is a product of the chemical industry, therefore the production of a plastic tree pollutes more than the use of an SUV in a year, damaging (among other things) to those trees that we delude ourselves to protect purchasing plasticone a green. C-

is ugly.

The real tree instead:

a-is no longer torn forests as they did a millennium ago, but it is cultivated by nurseries

b-costs less and usually you can report where he taken

c-is much better looking

's why I always buy a real tree, most have been planted in our garden (I have a corner that looks like a forest), but some have reported them where I bought them. And not because I am good, but because they are a pain in the ass ecologist.

And then you would like to enter a nursery ITALIAN, run by father, mother and son, ITALIAN, ITALIAN who grow their plants and to € 20 (less than a plastic tree in Chinese) to a family ITALIAN?

So, as I said, well we made the third tree.

None of these trees will see us spend Christmas with him, we're going to Geneva, where there will be a fourth tree in which the hands of my kids have not even put a ball. But he asked me Mutterja if I make a LittleD doodles. Did a tree theme "child" and filled with drawings done by his nephews, relatives and friends. I must be honest, my son as well as beautiful and intelligent, he can also draw very well. His teachers are proud of the nest, of course we are more. His forte is the bee (the bee, which he pronounced drebiiiiiiii). He manages to draw the insect better than me (not that we want very much, in fact). One of these days scans his work and try to put it online. In my opinion it will create a fan club.

Note aside, I'm excited. Today on the late afternoon, me and my amateur company, we go on stage with Mary Poppins. The show will do in a school complex. I have always loved children very much, I hope to make them laugh and make them sing and maybe I can not even out of tune too ... we'll see!

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REPORT - PART ONE

" The simple truth is rarely pure and never simple."

Oscar Wilde

Life is relationship. E 'knowledge, communion, intimacy, with which we are immersed in it, which surrounds us. Ideas, thoughts, words, bodies, behaviors, emotions, energies, elements, air, water, earth, food, weather. In all that we live in a relationship.

The report is life. Without the relationship there is no life, there can be. There's nothing alive in this report. Everything is connected. The isolation, in reality, does not exist.

Investigating the relationship is to understand life.

Life is always a relationship. You can not examine any object, thought, emotion, word, body, regardless of the relationship that binds us to it.

Understanding the nature of the relationship allows us to understand life, which is relationship. Without inquiring into the nature of the relationship, any attempt to understand or make sense of existence is in vain. Two objects, elements, atoms, cells, people, behavior, voices, can be established between their flocks exponential relationship. If we investigate only the two items, we neglect the most important are not the objects themselves, but the relationships that involve them. The true center, useful survey.

is not the problem, but the relationship with the problem. Not people, but the relationship with people. Not the words, but what we read in our relationship with them. Not money, but the relationship with money. Not the cold, the food, the city, the traffic, but the incredible relationships that can be woven around these elements. Reports physical, material, psychological and spiritual energy. All overlooked because we focus on specific facts, on solving, get, develop, and not on understand relations that bind the elements.

The report, in fact, is the mirror in which we find ourselves.

understand the relationship we can know ourselves. The way in which we live we know who the report. Forgetting and analyzing the relationship will be evident truths that we can not see.

Outside of the report we are not. The analysis of the relationship will see the truth, because we are only in relation to the report. Outside report, we are just not, there is nothing, nor can there be.

" mind I never, the truth is too much fun."

Steven Spielberg

Looking to see report ourselves. And this frightens and perhaps induce him not to. But it is the only truth. We manage to fool only refusing to analyze the relationship. Or the illusion that we are not the relationship, we are well, we are another, independent, superior to the report, that we exist for ourselves and not in relation to the total.

But this is illusion. Being is being in relationship. Be related is existence. There is no existence except as part of the report.

relationship with the land that welcomes us, the oxygen breathed in, the house occupied, the lived body, the clothes worn, with the sun, rain, weather, seasons, cold, heat, the pleasure of living, with the mental and spiritual world, the report, the people we meet, their bodies touched, the feelings experienced, perceived energy without knowing the name or the nature. All this, if it existed without our relationship we had, we would not exist at all. To exist there must be intercourse. We exist only as long as we are in the report.

The awareness of being can only come from an awareness of the relationship.

We deal every day with these elements in an ongoing, unconscious. The ignorance itself deprives us of knowing what we really are. Needed answers are already available but they are not the object, but in relation with the object, feeling, thinking person.

And so it becomes difficult, because if we just look at the object to form an opinion, misleading (beautiful, ugly, rich, poor, hot, cold, happy, unhappy, boring, interesting, fantastic , ...), is another terrible thing to analyze the relationship rich that binds us to life itself in its entirety, and see what comes from that relationship can be quite different from the foregone conclusion that we made on the basis of only one object.

We tend to simplify the subject and not only looking at the report. But simplifying we lose, we deceive ourselves, precluding.

" The company acquires new arts, and loses old instincts."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

an opinion on ' location, beautiful , may actually have generated a report with it boring. A trial desirable can create a relationship with the object bleak. Findings trivial , report fun. Findings failed , tender relationship . And so on. The report, rich, is much more important object, the bottom poor, limited, finite.

would get the answers we seek understanding, if only we had understanding of the relationship. If we tried ourselves in the report. Investigate the facts without investigating the relationship is unnecessary. Act on the object without considering the relationship is futile.

Acting on the nature of the relationship we act on the truth of things without changing things.

It 's more useful to act on the report that work with objects, people, words, behavior, thoughts, emotional elements. What's wrong is not the events (however limited), but the relationship we have with them (rich and varied). Often they are not your thoughts, but the relationship we have. Not emotions, but the relationship with the emotions. Not the words, but the relationship with them, the meaning we give it.

The facts can not be changed, the relationship with the facts.

remain the same facts, not trying to change or influence them, but changing our relationship to the event itself, we decide our lives, we gain power, freedom.

The lack of understanding of cause conflict, disemotività, narrow-mindedness and spiritual. Ignore the report condemns us to live in the world that is not . Illusion. Suffering. Isolation.

Illusion is to ignore the report. Suffering is to ignore the report.

Understanding the relationship allows us to act now on our lives.

Why not understand the relationship?

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