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write or not write.

Questo post non ha nulla a che fare con il resto. Permettetemi una digressione sull'argomento. D'altronde è il "mio 2012" e in quanto tale posso andare oltre.

Esco appena da una discussione with a friend. In fact discussions with friends lately I have many, many wondering if my "friends" really know me and ask me in a tone Pirandellian many faces I have or how many faces I manage to appear ...

tones were actually quite calm (the ability to discuss is the license of intelligent ) but the topic is one that feeds my warrior character. Lately, he (and others) play praise on my writing and encouragement to publish something. All flatters me but I say: you think I have not tried?

I have not tried yet when my future was to "discover" to see my name some on the cover of a book?

do not think I was born with a pen in hand, but almost ...

At twelve years, including a ride on a motorbike and the other with my blond girlfriend Gabriella (see old post) and a 'dirty looks and' the other handsome in office, there were stories, those written with her four hands and then wipe alone in my room. At fourteen, my first novel left in the desk drawer that from time to time my classmates and asked to read the love letters I wrote to my friends instead of wanting to "impress" their boyfriends. At sixteen other stories, my first refusal to twenty, twenty-one to another. A twenty-four , over thirty phone calls made to the publishers and after: I hang my phone and say never publish. Why you do not understand why you even tell you not to send, or send a summary ( even this I heard from a well-known publishing house: how ago say how the hell do you ask summary of a novel to assess whether interested or not, you may request a summary of an emotion and then unknown ?????!!!!!) teens, almost ungrammatical "for their youth, with high-sounding names publish the editorial.

E non mi parlate di talento per favore perché il talento per valutarlo bisogna prima leggerlo.

La cosa a dir poco "strana" è che il primo "rifiuto" fu preceduto da : lei è un vulcano di sensazioni ed emozioni"... Paradossale vero?

Bisogna lavorarci su . Questa è la frase più ricorrente dopo un complimento lusinghiero come quello sopra per giustificare il rifiuto editoriale ed è la stessa che il mio amico ha tirato fuori riferendomi il commento di un altro. Lavorare su cosa scusate? Su cosa? O si sa scrivere o non si sa scrivere, o si sa suscitare un'emozione, stimolare uno stato d'animo, identificare un'anima, convey a spirit, to take an idea, get a sense of something do or do not know. Or was publishable in terms of capacity or you are not. The middle way is not the case. Writing is like life, is like the weather is like the spirit that leads into: changes and evolves, it moves, grows old, but there is always present in his strength and his power as a sapling. E 'word that defines something that others do not know how to give definition, that describes what a feeling that others fail to give name, is evocation of memories buried in the heart and mind of the reader, is a joy to be there between those pages, the protagonist inconsapevole di un universo creato da un altro di cui come per miracolo ti senti partecipe. E' riscoprirsi autore tra le parole e le sensazioni di una penna non tua. E questo o ce l'hai o non ce l'hai e nessun fine "lavorio" può donartelo né ora, né tra cento anni, né tra milioni di limature...

"Quando comprate un libro voi comprate un biglietto per visitare l'universo di uno scrittore" disse Burroghs . Ed è così. La scrittura è' un silicio che ti gratta il ventre, è lo sforzo indefinibile di tirare fuori quella creatura che si agita tra le tue membra a cui devi dare un nome, un contorno, shape, color and write write write, silts silts silts, until comes out and then look at it and think that you could write it in a thousand different ways and that three billion of lost words went away while you have a choice, but one, that one created your own universe and the universe that others will read ...

Now tell me if this can be done a summary ....

Now tell me if you can say: you have to work on it.

two points are my friend: o not write or questionnaire, the talent or know how to write have nothing to do. To you, to you the conclusions .

For about ten years non provo più a pubblicare un libro.

Ho un serie di racconti scritti qualche anno fa che forse metterò in rete (uno c'è già) su un link apposito.

Ho scelto la rete, il blog perché qui nessuno può dirti "lei è un vulcano di emozioni . Bisogna lavorarci su ancora..."

Un bacio al mio amico, a chi leggerà il post, a chi vorrà dire la sua. La parola è di tutti e tutti siamo autori di noi stessi.

Per un mese sarò costretta a interrompere il blog quasi sicuramente.

Al mio rientro, sperando che qualche esiguo lettore o ammiratore possa ancora esserci.

Debora .

Kate's Playgroung Real Name

2012 and future parallel. Part two.

Oltre il nostro tempo e il nostro spazio potrebbe esserci qualsiasi cosa: il nulla, tutto, un altro spazio, un altro tempo, il sogno di un'altra mente che ha partorito la nostra vita, la mano di un gigante che gira i fili delle sue marionette o semplicemente la nostra ombra, che ci rimane cucita addosso come un vestito fino a quando il corpo non si consuma e poi ritorna a oscurare i muri senza poter essere osservata viaggiando oltre i confini e gli spazi in un eterno presente.

Come Peter Pan potremo cercare di afferrarla, senza riuscirci tuttavia, senza bloccarla, senza misurarla.
Quest'ombra then the universe could wander or rest in an unseen elsewhere. You may dance in the music of the galaxy or immobilized in a plastic space, could jump in different sizes or slowly crumble and disappear. Whatever it may be it is certain that it will never be what already has been and will be above all that different from any other ...

There is an absolute time?

Levo and continually puts his glasses. I watch them, nursed them and put them on again. The flickering of the screen bother me my eyes and tarnish the view when wearing contact lenses. The advance of time is certainly not objective as far as my eyes: people, need to fronte a tanta luce, del vetro protettivo degli occhiali. Guardo fuori la finestra e mi perdo un attimo a fissare un albero di fronte. Anche quello spazio è obiettivo, come il suolo che occupa e la terra che lo nutre eppure..... 6 anni piccola piccola il pallone sull'albero.... che faccio mi arrampico sopra? no...meglio aspettare arriva il signore lo prenderà lui e poi ho paura di farmi male ma il signore non si muove e io....? Sono tornata 35 anni indietro: lo spazio dell'albero si è dilatato in un altrove distante chilometri, il tempo è tornato indietro. L'albero rimarrà uguale per i prossimi minuti cosi come sarà rimasto quello del ricordo per anni ma in effetti è solo l'apparente inganno della sua staticità. La mia mente ha viaggiato back without ever moving away from the present and foreseeing what would be the future already. I like to imagine the 'eternal el ' infinite so .

Levo and put on my glasses again. Difficult to talk about these concepts, even to think that physics can be arrived at in some way explain, to theorize with the man's eyes and not those of God But if God was just energy? Levo and set aside. Blacks holes, wormholes. The time travel is theoretically possible but whether it is possible to say precisely that the flow is just our perception .... Levo and put: we start from Kip Thorne wormholes ... worked on it to solve a problem the writer Sagan, author of Contact . Having to go to the protagonist of his novel interstellar travel, the writer had suggested using a black hole as a vehicle through which the woman to emerge from the Earth to another part of the universe. To ensure that the idea had any scientific attendibiltà, spoke first, however, with his influential friend that physical Thorne reading the manuscript, and enthusiasts to the idea, began to water of a scientific imagination of the writer who published in reaching conclusions a separate study. In his "review" Thorne replaced the black hole, its gravitational force risucchierrebbe and destroy anything with the wormhole wormhole is like a hole in space that connects two points distant from each other through a shortcut, is a sort of tunnel or tunnel time and space which allows travel between two distant points would take more than velocemnte light along the same distance through normal space. To make the idea you can think of a worm on an apple that want to reach the other side while traveling on the surface and against the same worm that is running the trip and runs the same distance through a hole or tunnel dug from one side to 'other fruit. Obviously in the latter case would take much less time. The wormholes (or Einstein's bridges - Rosen) mathematical solutions are perfectly validity of the equations of Einstein before, but Thorne considered highly unstable, which means that even if you could guess the 'existence of a wormhole, its effectiveness was annulled that would certainly closed in a very short period of time. Having to help Sagan, however, Thorne we studied a bit 'above and concluded that it was possible to keep open a wormhole to emerge from one point to another galaxy in the presence of a strange matter, and in some ways negative. Not only that Thorne realized that accelerating one end of a wormhole near the speed of light and returning to the starting point would also be traveling back in time with the sole limitation of not being able go further into the past at the time of creation of the wormhole. To date there is no wormhole was found nor refuted the possibility that there might be. Remains hypothetical and not yet tested the possibility that a wormhole could possibly stay open without the requirement of exotic matter or in any way negative. The journey into the past and the future is theoretically possible ... and not just through my mind or wormholes. Levo and put back his glasses. A first stop we reached: it is' possible. But what may determine or as may actually occur? What are the implications or lead to paradoxes? Free will, consciousness, absence of space at a time .... get up and put the glasses ... the 2012 could be different .. or you may have already happened ... Levo and ... finally I raise. I tired my eyes are already closed ahead of the next few minutes. We'll talk again next time. http://deboraanddebora.blogspot.com/2010/07/2012-e-futuri-paralleli-parte-uno.html

Swollen Knee Banged Knee

2012 and future parallel. Part one. The

As I sit down to write this post , mental rework the final moments just before and as a picture in picture replicate imagine them in front of my eyes in so many alternatives. I could take the telcom TV and zapping from one and another to stop watching a movie, the temptation to saw an ice cream cone in the freezer, relax on a deck chair off the balcony and watch from a gash and another outside the tents, the small spots of light in the sky, pick up the phone and make a call to one hour incomprehensible and strange "friend", or take refuge in the warm sheets and a hot night of sultry melancholy ... And while the ' imagination sees shots well replicated, incipit of other lives and other future projected in different locations which can receive only the beginning, I wonder what "me" or he would have made the best choice in relation to my simple and single day and tomorrow will be like tomorrow if I have not watched the evening sky over my head or made that phone call. I wonder if he decided instead to start writing this post to someone can make her "tomorrow" better, if I can give some feeling, a moment of "sense".

will because it is not easy to talk about what has been or will be, will because I have a thin veil of melancholy that covers my face so clear and yet so confusing even for those who know me for years. If all our actions to preclude many others facts, and encloses them in some way we are what we are been, what we live and simultaneously everything that we could live. But in these various aspects of us, the soul and the essence is always the same. E 'that gives meaning to the time that interprets and incorporates the eternal of ourselves, beyond the dust we are and where we will return one day.

The eternal and infinite space and time is the black hole that can take us from one part to another of us, is the space-time curve that folds back on itself and meet the ' beginning and the end .. .

If there is a further, beyond any further, maybe we can get , perhaps it is the paradise that awaits us, maybe it's all there but that is outside of us, of our time, our space, perhaps it is the eternal flow of all possible infinite lives, coexisting, traveling on their parallel paths and simultaneously. And then the start can not start and end even ends, perhaps the ' beginning and the end no longer have a defined space, perhaps no longer makes sense even the concept of time travel because time is only a ' interpretation we give to one of our lives and coexisting. Perhaps time travel can only mean one of us find that there is or that we belonged belong or will belong to us.

is not a simple argument, which explains the division into parts. Both because we speak of "physical" is because it goes beyond the physical to assume that now is not yet known.

But, after speaking of the possible origin of life, I could not talk about the possible "end" or order starting from the date the alleged pretext and in fact, since 2012 , and going beyond. Besides the fine and the possibility to change, to change what will happen or not happen, to change the fate or simply "choose" the fate of the case or the need to offer us.

It will be an interesting trip between wormholes, space-time tunnels, bridges Einstein - Rosen , laws of relativity. It will be a journey between the possible and the impossible, what we say and what we would like.

A journey through time and space to ourselves forever.

I reserve a quick second and more scientific side. I leave you thinking about what I said to my friend and the reflection on time and we'll never far from what we've been and who we are.

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Panspermia Panspermia and Cosmic Wizard Crick. We are children of the stars or the aliens?

After a careful reading of the essay by Francis Crick on panspermia in the original language it would take a rest. And the title of the blog suggests I mentally tune of famous song Sorrenti Starseeds (but then what happened to him? From star a meteor ...)

was in the late seventies and the beginning of the roaring eighty those who envy us representing them today musically anachronistic revival ... We are children of the young stars of the night ... I was almost twelve years and roam on the moped of my blonde girlfriend of the time. I liked a little chap largest I can not remember the name but I certainly do not just spinning (as always happens) and I was terribly thin, bony say. I began to have some problems with the view (perhaps that is why I did not know if the guy I was spinning or not) but I abhorred the idea of \u200b\u200bglasses that I've never actually made until, made twenty years, I wore my first contact lenses. For the remaining eight years, indeed I was almost "attempts" by recognizing the people more to the character because I saw that clearly outlines and often, not having problems, I lost myself in a specially evasive attitude and distracted or squinting hard for I better focus on a particular "enlightened" view. Twenty years I opened a new world: I went to the optician could not read the headlines of newspapers on display in front of the newspaper and realized that I do not really I lost a great but now that the "doubt" I would have to grow it beyond the clear vision ....

Because doubt is the source of all plausible truth.

not assume a crime or doubt that we are all children of the stars especially if there is supposed to have a scientist of undoubted value as Francis Crick, Nobel prize for medicine in 1953 for his discovery with a Watson double helix structure of DNA.

Taking the theory of Panspermia cosmic Arrheius assumed to be the first in 1903, according to which life on earth would have originated from micro-organisms found on a meteor coming into contact with our planet, he went much further, but in doing so was based not on mere conjecture but science fiction using a deductive method based on valid observations, but not refutable scartabili a priori, like all theories on the origin of life expressed so far, none of which can still arrogate to itself the definition of "scientifically proven".

Crick, assuming that there are infinitesimal possibility that life on earth may have originated spontaneously, and assuming that a sufficiently large object such as a metereorite could never get from Earth to another planet up to our free crumble on the way to the myriad of radiation that hits him, the reality suggests that the life on our planet has been "seeded" by an intelligent extraterrestrial civilization that led to our making travel on a surface micro-advanced but not too futuristic "spaceship". As far as we

rigurda says "there could be other planets where the origin of life ab initio is much more plausible that in our" planets that may have a mineral or a rare earth compound which may have more easily in the life originated spontaneously. We also know that "it took more than four billion years since life appeared on Earth and develop our technological civilization." Nobody forbids us to suppose that in this time, so extensive could have developed a technological society prior to the galaxy that has been sown deliberately creating the life of our planet.

Why and how?

to why the hypothesis that Crick believes most plausible is that maybe this other civilization had, like us, the presumption of being the only form of intelligent life. The action "missionary" would then have been dictated by fear of loneliness or a simple experiment that probes their scientific expertise.

on how ... Well the idea is a real space ship is not simple but complex beings carrying microorganisms, may have traveled for millions of years without any need to rise to enormous speed or disturb assumptions jumps space and could thus be seeded in this long journey, even other planets ...

The question now remains for us and, I repeat, these theories are questionable on paper as those of evolution or the Big Bang ...

Reflecting on all I'd like to close this post with a sentence just Crick: perhaps the galaxy is not lifeless, except for a small village where we are but one of the citizens ...

Here is the link to another page of the blog where we talk about the hypothesis of the origin "alien" but not panispermica Sitchin.

http://deboraanddebora.blogspot.com/p/annukaki-divinita-o-alieni.html