miércoles, 5 de octubre de 2016

aren't words actually more dangerous than actions?




Imagine this, like The Martians Chronicles, that reading books were as playing a musical instrument: we lay our index finger above a book's word sentence and we move it on along with our voice reading; like playing a trumpet, a flute. Words come out in synchrony with the dance of our finger: it might be great but it won’t just be like that. There's a little beyond, and it's that thoughts will also come up from it. So playing book reading will not only be for feeding our spirit (like music does) but getting some knowledge as well. This could mean that at some point people might be empty of ideas, so they'll need to play book reading...  In a way, I guess, we all need some book reading but there can be a kind of danger, and it's that what words are going to be read, what sentences, what ideas. Words may become more dangerous than actions, and that's my doubt for this sharing piece: aren't words actually more dangerous than actions? 



lunes, 3 de octubre de 2016

It is by a fast gesture how the rest notices about us




Let's leave something here. Just for reflection. I saw about an hour ago a lady trying to make it to the next street as fast as she could. She was running energetically. I could see a sort of desperation in her face. It felt so close, so close that I got sad at it… I felt some kind of sorrow on my own. A little later I started wondering if such a feeling tends to be sensed by everyone, and then I realized people don't usually spend too much time at sympathizing neighbors, at least no more than making themselves sympathized. The thing is, and that's perhaps why I want you to read this and also write me about: that it is precisely when we force our body for a quicker move that we realize how we might be feeling, and a little beyond: it is by a fast gesture how the rest notices about us. For instance, if there´s a bit of compassion around, it may be shown by looking at our faces when we act mechanical rather than when we carry intentionally a sad expression expecting to be noticed...