The Blank Page

The Blank Page

The Blank Page

Life is marvelous.

The sun rises and shines every day.

The light illuminates the objects that surround us but overall illuminates the people we meet.

Constantly, at times faint and fast, the wind transports the pollen, the perfumes, the smells of life. It shakes the treetops that dance for the pleasure of our eyes. It plays with sparrows and with the sounds it emits going through the windows; the lawns support the dances and can cheer for days at a time. Just like a little fireplace that, through its warmth, sounds and colors, takes us far away on the wings of imagination, sliding down the rainbow of the world, at the research of the lost gold like a great Pirate.

This life made us a gift: a modest blank page a day. The mother of all mothers brings to our presence every day this page and asks us to write it.

What will you write on it?

Only what you could tell. Because if you didn’t live it and didn’t imprint it in the page of life, you won’t be able to tell it to anyone: not to the rose, nor to the stream, not to the son and nor to the bride.

Mother Nature doesn’t ask anything back for this gift, she requires only a condition: it has to be written down the day you lived it. You can’t write tomorrow what you should have, but haven’t lived yesterday.

Every non-written page reflects a day you haven’t lived. Without joy, tears, fears, difficulties, hopes, dreams, the warmth of an embrace, a passionate kiss, the hand given to a friend, the cold snow on the hands, the inquisitive look of a child, the tears of an emotion.

If you remember you haven’t written it, then it’s lost.

The blank pages don’t disappear, they stay in plain view forever, for us to remember that we have missed an occasion. The only one that can’t be repeated again. Punctually we don’t see them again.

On them, there are anchored range, envy, house and cell phones, tablets, business appointments, business dinners, sloth. It wins overall the observation of the world through the digital that isn’t any more a window on the illusion of being and appearing, but a terrace full of hypocrisy.

” WE HAVE CHANGED THE PAPER SHEET WITH A DIGITAL ONE.

READY TO BE TURNED OFF IN A MOMENT AND LOST FOREVER”

One day the Mother of pureness will give way to the Lord with the sickle

Then. We will implore:

“Please, Hades, give me one more minute…”

“You had a lot of time. What can change now one more minute ? Why didn’t you live could and should? You had a great gift of light, freedom, love, passion and suffering. So many still haven’t enjoied it and maybe the time when they will do it, is far away.”

 

Whit whom have you shared… your time??? Who had this Precious Gift?

Humbly,

Wolf Donato

“Time is our most precious good and one of the few non-acquirable resources. Everyone is free to spend it as he sees fit, aware of the fact that it’s a inevitably limited treasure”

Roberto Re

Origami

Anche le parole possono prendere pieghe inaudite per spiccare il volo in un soffio comune

The day in which the man contradicted himself

Our perception is based on duality: something is or isn’t. Aristotle named this logical principle “principle of non-contradiction” and we humans have put it as the foundation for our building of knowledge. We shiver, then, because the duality, as we logically conceive it, has come to its extinction. A short juvenile essay produced for a contest of the Scuola Normale Superiore of Pisa that gives a glimpse of light on a scientific theory on the concept of “soul”.

The day in which the man contradicted himself

Our perception is based on duality: something is or isn’t. Aristotle named this logical principle “principle of non-contradiction” and we humans have put it as the foundation for our building of knowledge. We shiver, then, because the duality, as we logically conceive it, has come to its extinction. A short juvenile essay written for a contest of the Scuola Normale Superiore of Pisa that gives a sparkle of light on a scientific theory on the concept of “soul”.

L’errore della soggettività

Le cattive abitudini applicate alla Vita dell’inconscio.

Perché scrivere?

Quante volte hai sentito la necessità di buttare fuori in qualche modo quel groviglio di emozioni e stimoli che ti tieni dentro?
Ognuno di noi ha bisogno di dar sfogo al proprio impulso creativo, ma in che modo farlo?
Vale davvero la pena condividere con gli altri quello che abbiamo “creato”?

Are Chinese all the same?

But do “Chinese” all really look the same? Is there any scientific study at the base of this stereotype?
Which social phenomena can be at the base of the homogenization of beauty standards? Let’s discover it together!

Serenità

Alla ricerca della serenità..

Sull’ontogenesi della persona

“Da dove veniamo” è una delle domande che qualunque essere umano si è posto almeno una volta nella vita. Cosa succede se questa domanda viene rivolta a ciò che siamo? Da dove proviene la persona che siamo? è conseguenza di un’anima, di uno spirito, di una mente o di una convenzione? Nella seguente pubblicazione si tenterà di tracciare, grazie alle ultime scoperte della fenomenologia, un percorso che, dal nulla, arrivi a toccare ciò che siamo.

Cosa cambierà il mondo?

Abbiamo chiesto a Lupo Mario di rispondere alla domanda “Cosa cambierà il mondo?” nel suo podcast pubblico dal titolo “Tra filosofia e coaching”. Cosa avrà risposto? Scopriamolo insieme!

I think

I feel that our soul is something so marvelously complex.
Beware of the attempt to understand it, it can be a complex and exciting voyage already on its own. Love and hate, black and white that coexist in the entity of the man.

I think

I think

I think,
I feel,

that our soul is something so marvelously complex. In a moment, it enjoys living intensely, rejoicing of the positive emotions that it receives from the others and that it offers to the others without pretending anything. It rejoices in giving comfort and relieving, where it may, some little suffering.

At other times, it seems to be lost in silence. And the more it loses itself in the silence of his mind, the more this loves it and it loves to get lost in it so much, that it desires for itself all this as the only reality in which it is his will to perpetrate, consume and exist.

In silence, which often silence is not, but which appears as such because it delves into the depths of our self; and the more he digs, the more he discovers new realities, emotions and ideas of which he was unaware of owning.
Love the infinite: love the mystery that around it persists with the intensity of who observes a beautiful funeral monument, covered by a blanket of questions without an answer on topic unknown to us; and now, in that silence, they born and live questions that get closer to the world that doesn’t exist.
Who am I? Where will I go? How will I do it? Will it be forever?! Or maybe it will all be as one with no memories and no sense!

Maybe I’ll come back, without any memory, in the mundane reality of someone else that already lives inside of me and that maybe has already suggested me every answer.

Who am I? And what can I choose in this life? Does my path already exist? Is my journey marked by memories and Déjà-vu?

 

Wolf Donato

Sull’essenza dannata del ricercatore

Più si va avanti nella ricerca e più la consapevolezza dell’infelicità si fa chiara. “Perchè?”: è questa parola magica a segnare l’inizio di questo viaggio tra telos, istinti, felicità e ricerca.

Rinascita

Una poesia di stile idillico in cui la Verità diviene amante carnale. Il confine tra morte e nascita si assottiglia tanto da far sovrapporre i due concetti. L’orgasmo della Verità distrugge le ombre e le mostra per ciò che sono davvero: una complementarietà nascosta, segreta.

Are Chinese all the same?

But do “Chinese” all really look the same? Is there any scientific study at the base of this stereotype?
Which social phenomena can be at the base of the homogenization of beauty standards? Let’s discover it together!

Forse

Nessuno sa dove andremo, soprattutto se aspetti che sia qualcuno a darti le indicazioni

Untitled poetry for unrequited love

Love sometimes tears the title even to a poem. And it remains there, inert, hoping to be brought back to life by an unknown reader. Discover the emotion and resurrect the lost love.

Chicco di sabbia

Perdendosi in un mare di sabbia si scopre il viaggio di un singolo granello

On déjà-vu and the prescience phenomenon

Recent researches have brought to light that 60% of the world’s population has had a déjà-vu at least once in their lives. But what lies behind this strange phenomenon? For the first time in Italy, here it is a complete and exhaustive research about it. Will you be ready to face this path to the “Truth”?

Accade

Accade un giorno che…

Vorrei ricordare

Come le onde del mare, il tempo scandisce a ritmi più o meno regolari le nostre esistenze: uniche e indispensabili per noi, del tutto marginali per l’evoluzione dell’Uomo.

Donerò la mia Vita per il nostro Amore

Una dinamica antologia del mutamento dell’amore

The thought from the road

The thought from the road

The thought from the road

A publication by Wolf Donato

From the question “Which picture saddened you the most to the point of moving you?

 

Here.

These are the images of evil. Pure, ruthless, true, because you can see its intensity in the eyes of its Victims. Strong, because it is able to change forever the life, provided to have been spared, of those who are victims of it.

Intense and imperishable, like a deep wound, that even when healed, it will leave forever the signs of its passage.

Why does he strike an innocent?

Because he finds in the innocent his greatest outburst, his intensely abducting senses and emotions generating a decompensation in reality for the reality itself.

It also and above all strikes (as you can see) those people who cannot expect it. Today we all know the faces of the petty men of the war in Sarajevo: perched like hawks, in search of their prey, the snipers hit them mercilessly.

They threw lead splinters as confetti at a feast: the feast of the dead. Their victims weren’t “Military targets” (also called people, men, souls at the service of a country), but simple civilians, innocent, helpless, with the sole fault of having passed under the gaze of the rapacious assassin and attacker.

The Man. Beast par excellence.

What is evil then? The luck of good?

But shouldn’t the absence of “good” be indifference? Often more treacherous and cruel than evil, but not evil by definition. The absence of good doesn’t have to generate, but must rather mark the absence of something.

The evil, however, I think is a separate entity with its own generation and regeneration present in some people often healthy carriers, as long as everything turns to their will.

The seed of evil is beyond that of good and, as always in the man who reacts better to negativity than positivity, one can objectively affirm that in them it will find more fertility.

The evil is not containable and we do not want to quantify it for fear of discovering that it is far superior… to the good.

Wolf Donato

“The bestiality of animals derives from an instinct for survival, that of man from pure cruelty, often accompanied by the taste for hurting”

Emanuela Breda

e così sia

parole si perdono

Vorrei ricordare

Come le onde del mare, il tempo scandisce a ritmi più o meno regolari le nostre esistenze: uniche e indispensabili per noi, del tutto marginali per l’evoluzione dell’Uomo.

On mankind’s slavery

Does free will exist? If it does, what is its range? To all these questions, countless Free Thinkers searched for an answer, but it seems they reached no solution. Here it is, in this publication, a revolutionary theory that could mark a turning point on the problem of free will. Are you ready to face this journey through the maze?

L’errore della soggettività

Le cattive abitudini applicate alla Vita dell’inconscio.

I cinesi sono tutti uguali?

Ma i “cinesi” sono veramente tutti uguali? Esistono degli studi scientifici alla base di questo stereotipo?
Quali fenomeni sociali possono stare alla base dell’omologazione agli standard di bellezza? Scopriamolo insieme!

Are Chinese all the same?

But do “Chinese” all really look the same? Is there any scientific study at the base of this stereotype?
Which social phenomena can be at the base of the homogenization of beauty standards? Let’s discover it together!

Questo remoto attuale

Quando il passato si ripresenta nel presente, lo fa con un’attualità sconcertante. La dicotomia decade e gli errori del passato si ripresentano qui, ora. La ripresa di una poesia del passato ci ripropone un quesito eterno: cosa vuol dire evolversi?

Le Avanguardie

Il Novecento può dirsi il secolo delle avanguardie – nel senso che da esse derivano i tratti che meglio caratterizzano il percorso della contemporaneità.

L’anima perduta

Spesso abbiamo bisogno di soffrire per scoprire quanto è bello emozionarsi ed emozionare: vivere.

L’Amore

L’Amore è come un fiore a cui serve tutta la nostra cura in un periodo come questo

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