good start Today, you're nobody unless you have a blog.
E 'starting from this ruling was presumptuous and superficial that until now had never been toying with the idea to take this one. I like to think that anyone who is accustomed to my labyrinthine paths of reasoning will recognize one of my typical reaction. Not that I'm the classic contrarian (incidentally I find them very often bearable), but the considerations shared arouse suspicion in me a fighter and investigator makes me impossible to accept unreservedly the common thought of the day. I suspect, however, protected and nourished by a jealous and protective of my soul, I must admit, even at consolation of my vanity. In this way a few things in my life what I have come to accept them (bikes, first joint), others by mouth (coca, petty theft, political activism), but always after the fairs war dances and my suspicions excited vertices with my conscience .
And finally I accepted the idea to make me good at my blog, sharing the upside-down perspective to take advantage of the opportunity that the network not only allows anyone to create a journal "custom", but to publish it in regardless of reputation, location and availability of resources; opportunities that even a rookie like me realize being a virgin frontier of potential and not yet fully expressed, is hardly conceivable that in times of even yours truly has memory. I understand he really into me a river of words in a medley that opened the world would find a perfect space.
In a sense, the first recipient of these words to come I will be myself, a diary is the first exploration of our inner world (no mean feat, as they knew at Delphi, which involves many different faces of our soul, the our rationality more acute as our unconscious more unfathomable.) The friend who wrote Anne Frank was in fact herself, and with Marcus Aurelius himself claimed his philosophical discussions. I like the idea of \u200b\u200bconquering a space in which to test large and small issues in my life, a space of thoughts rebels, reassuring bullshit, and storm surge, which in time could become an area of \u200b\u200bmemory .
But on the other hand, if the only person affected by reason of the writing had been signed not only do not you sit here reading these periods my mind, but probably would not be even part of my design projects sound. The other person I'm thinking now, therefore, is you. In truth more than the need for a private journal to convince me to start this new experience it was the prospect that you could find to read my thoughts, and this, of course, without the assumption that thoughts can be particularly deep, brilliant or epiphany. It 's a message in a bottle, basically. It 's just yet another form of communication, but this means, responding to an impulse that I felt strongly for the first time. I hope you have a friend who acknowledges me in some expression, an acquaintance with whom I might not have otherwise had the opportunity to confide in, a complete stranger who can feel the touch of the strings maybe his heart so far away, maybe so close to mine.
A couple of clarifications about how I'm giving this blog: at the end of each intervention will post a video of a song, the song at that time I will find more consonant to that topic. Music from the most significant music of my life. I hope it ends with the evidence to be clear: certain ideas and passions are in a certain song that a more accomplished in one hundred chapters of any blog. Not only that, the music often becomes, so to speak, gadfly and midwife so much so that I can safely predict that most of the reflections that end up published here have been directly inspired by a song.
Finally, for those who have read my presentation and found micragnosa reiterate that this presentation will be a request, an invitation, a challenge for those who do not know me at all and for those who think they know me, and Finally, for those who know me better than myself. What I say is: do not inquadratemi. Not etichettatemi. Do not try to guess which party I voted for or what is was my opinion about Siddartha or Jonathan Livingston Seagull . The only thing that matters in this blog. You have not yet figured out?
I am here, as you are here, as you are me and we get together
The Beatles - I Am The Walrus
