Death is not of our concern or the cookie for all our lives

As babies we were already made to feel the consequences: it’s no matter of course that we live. Out of a living belly we come into cold, rather dead surroundings, stuffed with things. We are extensively separated from everything that lives.

Some of our first and most incisive experiences turn out to be: pain, separation, loneliness, fear. We are not just existing. The destruction of our original boundlessness (no separation of ego and others, inside and outside) is immediately begun and never ended. You are at the mercy of grown-ups, you’re locked up, blinded, forced and doodled, forced into tenderness and hygienic measures, in your interest and for your security.

You are weak and therefore you have not much of a choice but let yourself blackmail to this kind of life. Your needs stay unsatisfied. You’re offered substitutes, consumption instead. Sexuality is taboo. Children need to cuddle toy animals. Your life is determined by fear.

The consciousness of permanent threat is hardly to bear and you develop mechanisms which help you to survive.

To this is connected that you protect the ones who bust/have busted you, because simultaneously you live with the feeling that especially they saved your life, that without them and their securities you can never live.

Because of this, in ever new versions you may repeat experiences you’d already made many times, hoping that this time finally all will end up in a quite different way. In the end you have nevertheless confirmed that to you the same shit happens again and again.

This for example can happen in such a way: you’re searching people, whom you can do things together with, with whom you can have discussions. You can find some, who let themselves electrify by your liveliness, your determination; they listen to you, want to talk with you, most of all about themselves (and you).

As soon as they feel threatened, they move back, block, make themselves tight.

Or else you become afraid of so much eagerness to fix on you, you prefer to run away before being killed and eaten up.

In any case, you find out that again (or still) you’re all alone. That it’s “the others”, who just don’t get on, that they are to blame that everything stays like it used to be, because they want nothing to change. You feel yourself, “wrong somehow”, “nobody like you”, just like “lonesome rider”, “ everybody has to fight for her/himself.

Maybe you don’t want to change anything, because you prefer the security of what you already know, it may be ever so hard to take rather than the security of that which you don’t know.

The fear of the pains which you might have to go through when you’d face some conflicts prevents you from realizing the pains of not getting in touch with the conflicts.

To discuss this consequently means the possibility to put everything into question and may change your whole life. Since this could lead to the liberation from prison structures, you can count on the fierce requirement to punish by all those who profit by these structures, because they themselves try to survive without having much to change and at the same time to as much as possible.

If you let come to your consciousness what’s going on with you and around you, you perceive that “life pure” really is not to stand.

In doing so you may have in mind that the last alternative to life is death. An alternative to a bad life seems to be not to live at all.

“ Death is none of our concern.

For disintegration is not to be felt.

What cannot be felt, is none of our concern.”


If we want to reach a conscious relation to our existence, under the set conditions it presupposes a conscious relation to our deaths. If the discussion about death actually is carried on, the favored way to it is as mystical as can be. Then life is imputed to a “profound sense” – stale traditional Christian or rather concerning meditatively to the far east, you may choose with guru or without. This sublime-profound sense is explained by “something higher that we can grasp” with prolonging until eternity (“eternal life” as substitute for your not being (with pleasure/”really”) alive. Since life is not self-evident, there has to be any explanation for it.

With death and dying you only get into touch as far as they are to be consumed as well, for instance featured in the media. Looking at dismembered corpses (“plane accident, how dreadful!”) the potato chips get stuck in your throat. Much easier they will be swallowed when you watch the next film and drink the next beer with the never ending joy to be alive, life has got you again.

You stay at home, where you are secure, where nothing unknown happens to you. Occupied territories, crashes, battles – everyday-life-experiences in small families – officially exist only outside.

The reason why it is so important to get “what is going on in the world”, to realize violence, dying only there, is that these themes concern you directly but in this way are kept at a certain distance from you. The fear of the present time as well as the one of the confrontation with the past leads to putting all hopes into the future and like some kind of last possibility, into death, when you shall be “delivered from all passion”.

If your not existing any more, you feel nothing any more, nothing hurts you any more, you need not to be afraid of violence any more. One way to live your life in this direction of death orientation is to think and feel by means of impossibilities: first you look at what all doesn’t work, the rest you put up with as life. Now and then you affirm yourself of this kind of living by overtaking heavy blows (“with what did I deserve this now?”).

If you over and over again have been kept from living, if you cannot live and somehow know “I don’t even really live”, sooner or later this comes up again and again: you never lived. You don’t want to die because you didn’t live, and you’re afraid that you finally have missed the last chance to do so. The fear of death turns out to be the fear of life.

Our whole society is based on the principle of death that leads to murder/suicide.

By sexual repression right from the beginning, with the assistance of families, schools, leisure time arrangements apparatus of therapies everything that lives is combated by ( gentle or even brute) force. Everything that could make us realize to see quite clearly that we are put at the mercy of others/put ourselves at the mercy of others, is repressed out of our consciousness. With everything which we don’t want to remember. With everything which has to do with death and the fear of it we can be blackmailed.

With the fear of dying, or pains, of violence, of battles we don’t want to have it out with, because this puts our whole violent life (why and what do we fight for in our lives?) into question.

Without our armament of securities, of things to be deemed unchangeable, of being adults, we are weak. Weakness we don’t want to be called to our minds. Neither becoming old nor diseases and never childhood. The fear of death presupposes consciousness of dying. The discussion about it is a taboo as the one about sexuality. Murder not to be concerned by this “sad chapter” (of your history at all, especially favored the often tested plunge into consumption takes place.

Things, paid manipulations, life out of tins, help you to be always beautiful, young, important, let you feel that you (still) are “living” gives you security. You are told.

Your body which, after long years lasting struggles, you’ve usually accepted as an enemy, will in a nice way come closer to you again- as advertisements are faking.

It is reminded to baby feelings, an unseparated way of being. The goal of not being separated seems to approach to an available distance.

Nevertheless – not everybody is taken in by that. Sometimes you even get that how the shit is working. But how to get rid of that? How to satisfy the needs of not being separated? One possibility to achieve that is by orgasms, when you can come over your own borders, when you can cancel for a short time what you’re used to realize as “ego”.

Women, besides, can get babies, by giving birth they bring themselves into the situation to break their own limits. By that other means should the process of giving birth – apart from going through pains and suffering – become so incredible , unique?

Another possibility to experience being boundless is by the consumption of drugs. You want to get more, feel more, to reach an expanded consciousness, to achieve a boundless perception, seems to be satisfied. In the end you remain with a narrowed perception, and the more sober you are the more grossly you fall into the cold, which does not seem to be cold any more but only boring to you.

What started together with the want to change, ends with great plans and having conversations about changing or with the open resignation of having-already-tried-all. The great power is gone. Your loneliness remains, which you only can stand, because over and over again you narcotize yourself, swallow, nip all your aggressions in the bud.

Your whish to live, to change has become to “all the same”, “want to be left alone”, which very often leads to the rejection of children (trouble, stress, end of the freedom to go on with dying “in peace”) or their idealisation (when they serve in some playing recreation and usually live in a secure distance). As little as to your own (former) weakness you want to be reminded to your own (former) liveliness. You may try to get over your own ego, to be boundless again, by over and over searching the proximity of death as possibility to burst your “ego”-limits, to crack your body-armour-plating.

When you once again have just got off with life, you sense: you are existing. At the same time you make sure: there still is a way out of not-being.

You test death and amazed you state: not to be is not grave, only to die is grave. In case of doubt you prefer rather to fall back upon non-existence than to change your life.

Or else you may look for people, who are addicted and live in even stronger affinity to suicide than you and in the delimitation to them you feel your own being alive. You move to the proximity of death, let others die for you. With which you stay in old Christian traditions and within the community of those: who let Christ die for them. Violence against some enables others to live.

The more you understand of what is happening to you and around you, the more of it you take into your consciousness, the more of dying and death parts you have to digest. If you avoid to make the discussion about it, only the mechanisms with which you contribute to the maintaining of what keeps you away from life, are changed.

You may throw yourself resignedly into illnesses or drugs or an “everyday idyll in spite of all”, for instance. Maybe, you “won’t stand it anymore”, decide to cope with “the pigs”, which means: to be as good or even better than them. The goal is: to be the winner of the last battle. Either they or we. Either I or you. Someone will have to die for it. Before the great ideas have to die, before they catch me, I let rather kill myself. Kamikaze. The principle of murder remains not questioned in depth. The more you dare to confront yourself with death, the less awful death is, the less you can be blackmailed to defend a dead liveliness forced upon you, and instead of this use your power to fight for your life instead of fighting for your survival.

The idea just of this alternative is not to be supposed to come into your head, because you cannot fight for life all alone. To get over your own borders – without destroying yourself at the same time – you can only achieve with others. The attempt to live together with many others, to discuss, not to accept the set limits of mine (my stuff, thing, space, problem, friend, etc) and yours any more could be the beginning to escape the wake of death.

The second article was read in compassionate mood as they wanted to have children while they had now a pleasant intimacy. Although Edward had lost some close friends and relatives at his very young age, so this reading was intense for both, as Sophie was looking for her stability. The ‘rigor mortis’ was present like a ordered thought returning home.

Many activities in the body, like heartbeat, function of the bladder, of gut, sexuality, breathing, moving of muscles, are working under the principle of tension and relaxation; that means, the sexual (muscle-) tension is build up more and more by excitation (in breathing by streaming in of air) and discharges by muscle-convulsion/orgasm (in heart, the heart muscle contracts suddenly). This tension/relaxation is controlled by the autonomic nervous system (unconscious), the ‘sympatichus’ causes flexing the ‘vagus’ relaxation. By the permanent suppression against sexuality your ability to relax is destroyed (in the sense of ‘somebody destroys’ and not ‘is already destroyed’), because every list full relaxation/letting loose or to let oneself fall is connected with pleasure, widening and feeling of streaming. But this reminds to the strong (pleasure-) feelings of childhood, but in the same time to the meanwhile spiritualized prohibitions and taboos, too. That means for the organism that flexing is going to be more or less going to be a permanent condition. Virtual sexual excitation and relaxation are list full. The excitation is list full because of the expected relaxation. But if because of moral reasons or prohibitions and others, satisfaction is not possible any more, the excitation is going to be unpleasant and even painful. Sexual excitation is tried to be avoided, for example by cramping of the pelvic muscles (pelvis is always kept back), by flexing the muscles with press together the thighs, by permanent condition of ‘breathing-in’ (prevents that the list full relaxation of the ‘breathing-out’ can come until the pelvic).

The paring of rage is working similar (for example in permanent cramped chin musculature). Out of the permanent paring of sexual excitation there develop armor-plating of muscles, which have the function to block up each sign of pleasure, each exciting liveliness and to kill it (equivalent to this is the armor-plating of character, that means paring by special ‘coolness’ or other ‘terrific’ or not so hot qualities of the character). The consequence is: orgastic impotence, sexual relaxation is not possible or only with sadistic manhood-violence (phantasies) or with masochistic rape (phantasies). That what is always said to be a potent man (permanent stiff penis) is even more the expression of orgastic impotence, because it is the unability to relax. Seen like this the permanent production of penis-symbols (from church towers to the missile) could be a consequence out of the permanent sexual flexing (just in church and military).

Wilhelm Reich discovered that the tension/relaxation is also working in very small creatures, for example in one-cell organism/single cells, by pulsation. Besides this, in the meantime with tension/relaxation there is running a charging and discharging with the ORGON-energy. ORGON-energy is a high effective energy, which is in the atmosphere. The ORGON-radiation is outside more strong than inside houses, in dry and sunny weather such more high than in humid weather. People take the ORGON-energy directly out of the atmosphere (cells over their plasma), a surplus of energy is discharged by orgasm (convulsion of cell-plasma). So the orgasm is not any subordinate phenomenon of the body, but is the life-function of the whole organism, as it is for its smallest parts. The disturbing of the orgasm-function has far-reaching consequences and is the reason for at least a part of cancer diseases.

That there is a connection between sexuality and cancer you can assume because a big part of the cancer tumours are at the breast, prostate and uterus. If tissue is all the time rhythm tension-charge-discharge-relaxation of the cell is only possible in a bad way. CO2 cannot be taken away well. For the cells that all means a state of suffocation and leads to a disturbed balance between nucleus and cell plasma, the plasma cannot undertake the function of discharging any more, for the nucleus there stays just one possibility to get rid of the energy: cell dividing. The fast cell-dividing in cancer-tissue are, you can say like this, a panic reaction of the cells threatened by suffocation.

The actual cancer-tumour is one of the last steps of the cancer disease. Before there comes the permanent unability to extensive sexual relaxation, orgasm. It is the sexual resignation, that means not to fight any more for satisfaction but to fight the sexual excitation of all what could cause list full feelings, with cramp and avoiding. The opposite of pleasure is fear. Pleasure is connected with warm, wide and relaxation, but fear is equivalent to tensioned carriage, cramp and cold. The irradiation with ORGON-energy in the ORGON-accumulator has strong ‘vagoton’ effect, that means relaxing, cramp-loosening, against pain, tumours are going back. By loosening the cramp sexual are developing. But the reason for the cancer, the sexual resignation, is not abolished by ORGON-irradiation. People with cancer could sometimes be delivered from tumours, but they were in confrontation with the difficulty to satisfy wishes which had come up. They got fear to be hunted, fear of suffocation, troubles with balance, fear to go, to fall down. The fear of falling orgasm as reason for disease, because after a long time suddenly sexual excitation was possible again. Orgasm-fear/falling-fear, that means, to make hard to cramp and to freeze, not to lose the support. By systematical education of the children to unsexual creatures the fear of the orgasm/falling is a firm part of society: the feeling of dizziness for example, if it goes down steep anywhere (many Indians don’t know dizziness) or in the shape of security-thinking (I need my training, my school, family… even if the suppression is already clear) or in hierarchy-systems (the higher the hierarchy the bigger the fear to fall).

Most troubles of the orgon function of charge and discharge have their reason in childhood. The moralistic stiffed and armour-plated adults are unable to allow and to reciprocate the wishes of children for pleasure and extensive sexual satisfaction. Although babies can experience orgasms with convulsions at the hole body by sucking at the breast many mothers spread the biologic opinion, that sucking is just for the nutrition of the child, with some consequences that the mother is not allowed to feel pleasure because of the sucking of the child. Against this ideology mechanism (so in the end racistic) attitude. The nutrition is-you can say- is subordinate effect of the satisfaction in this act of sucking at the strong ORGON-charged nipple. You can easily imagine, what deadly feelings are left in the completely sexual baby by the only anti-pleasure and un-orgonotic reaction of the world of adults.

There was a warm blood inside their relation and the ‘rusalki’ were not present for the swimming events near the house of the lake where they had their fun, before engaging into the coldness of things outside their reality asylum. To embrace a tasty fruit in scent when they took care of their garden by a mental insurrection against the ruined conspiracy of every government and the nature of their things. Edward and Sophie used a thoughtful language across their spirit and it was a sunlight way that endured the philosophy of the thinking in the age of not thinking at all.


The fact that Beethoven got def, I could first trace the situation on the 13th century
where the crusades took place. In between in the Napoleon invasions (19th
century) and with the religious wars, the composer, one century before, felt
the outcome of poetry by his ears so delicate and he made beautiful music with
his def condition.

Poets are never young, in one sense. Their delicate
ear hears the far-off whispers of eternity, which coarser souls must travel towards
for scores of years.

Critique au Roman Les Mandarins de Simone de Beauvoir


Simone de Beauvoir est née en 1908 à Paris, elle étudie dans un cours privé en Sorbonne où elle fait la connaissance de Jean Paul Sartre. Licenciée aux lettres et agrégée de philosophie (1929), elle enseigne à Marseille, Rouen et Paris. Elle publie son premier roman, ´L´Invitée´en 1943, puis divers ouvrages philosophiques d´inspiration existentialiste (Privilèges, Pour une morale de l´ambigüité, Le Deuxième Sexe) et une pièce de théâtre. Elle voyage beaucoup (Russie, Chine, Etats-Unis, etc.) et écrit quelques essais, notamment : ´L´Amérique au jour´, La longue marche.

En 1958, dans les ´Mémoires d´une fille rangée´, elle commence son autobiographie qu´elle complète dans deux autre volumes : ´La force de l´âge´(1960) et ´La force des choses´(1963). Elle a publié en 1968 ´La femme rompue´ (nouvelles).


Henri le nom du personnage masculin principal, est un écrivain, journaliste, idéaliste, qui est toujours en pleine vitesse pour donner au public Français des années 40, son sentiment social au tour d´une publication de gauche, ´L´Espoir´. Il a une relation avec Paule qui lui aime tellement qui vit seulement pour cette liaison. Mais Henri dit a lui-même quand il fait la connaissance avec Josette, qu´un homme n´est pas capable d´aimer le même corps d´une femme toute une vie. Alors, il connaisse au début de l´histoire, Nadine et voyage au Portugal de Salazar à cause d´une reportage pour ´L´Espoir´. Plus il ya une vie social à Paris avec ses copains de gauche, qui sont aussi liés à lui par son vivacité, dans un temps ou la Union Soviétique et L´Allemagne son vraiment un danger fatal. Le roman donné par Beauvoir nous montre ses préoccupations publiques d´une scène Parisienne qui n´est pas concerné pas seulement avec la France mais avec

toute la situation mondiale. Il est un plaisir faire la connaissance d´Henri et sa vitesse plus tous les éclats de ses rapports. C´est important aussi faire la connaissance avec Castor qui à ce temps des Mandarins, à vécu une relation avec Nelson Algren, un écrivain américaine, mais qui était toujours lié totalement a Sartre, jusque a leur mort ; Simone de Beauvoir meurt en 1986.

Poem for the Jeeser train

  • Here it comes Alexander and Avenue, they are a view which rises from down below into the unwritten world of the skies and the skies can see this from both views where there is a feeling which signs the figure of Alexander and Avenue under and above the skies. These two beings are thin, they are a melody figure, living out of your space but inside many spaces; they have the majestic will to uncover many fragments of all emotional incomes by holding what is a dream and what is real, though they exist together like humans and all avenues paraded in and out of the skies. That’s why sometimes they clean their aura with the best nature way of saying I am the cosmos. Will you dear reader, allow yourself to look within you and inside the questions that makes your soul to have the shape of a double rainbow? The musical feelings from these beings feel with hope the prolific good pore of living, a good breathing stage of discharging the energy based on the character with a sharpened move of the poetical body as the cosmic language is spelled by good things. Alexander can make the sun from his mind which its skull has curled hair and the legs of a knight. He tells to his twin sister, Avenue, to embrace the lonely orphans of this planet and they feed some people with a strong guiding will in order to cover the human and the cosmos with the natural kingdom of a solemn flying and the floating beauty is the time where the orphans have found their sunny day with a sunny smile, even in cloudy days and cold nights, because the warmth came to refresh the spiritual stage of wisdom across all the streets and all the roads where there is light inside the home of our hearts. Olives had kindled light for centuries. Alexander knew well this type of light, while Avenue was appreciating this kind, after many years with neon light. In between all the lights, there is one that never goes out and that is the spirit in the skies as birth of life. Well Alexander and Avenue went out to seek the gain of joy among with their will self of character, like the seventh dream of a teenage heaven with love and wondering stars. All journeys have their poetry, mainly because it concerns life as she is felt in our travelling souls and that is the meaning of an honest sense that is enduring the splinters from so much seeking. The good flying horse, is taking the wonderers into a higher music where these magicians of hope are embracing the refrains in order to appeal to the good movement of the sacred melodies from what it exists on the imagination of children and giving shape to all the rainbows in every playful event where silence is the ascending sublime time in the presence of the beauty with a movement made by the souls at the time where the pieces of the skies are shining on and on. Alexander went with Avenue to wonder and to seek on the world and their inhabitants with great respect for their existence that by good or mean ways, they could learn and present so much later, if there was dignity in the living signs of all the organisms, being mental, as matter, as body with different shapes and wishes. The will self of being inside all that exists lies at different tempos and the organization of ideas in all aspects that is known and unknown lies by setting time to think about them. Even with unfair traits like stealing the voice into the big science of silence but on this case is a cruel fashion and not the decal of the nudity as we know her by giving birth into many feds with few inspiring movements of two things: the moral beauty and the discipline of truth. On this aspect, humans tend to steal in many ways and the work of Alexander became a silent vulture with music as the lifting voice of what was left as legacy from distant generations. This is the work of a guarder which must ascend into the skies with the generous and brave look all around the avenues with the big one, being centered in here as the guiding process of inspiration and never as a manual. Out Space life surely is surprised with human complexity. For example the biological realm that makes from this specie and his natural function a view over the color of money, a view that cannot enlace the physical reality of a cat that doesn’t need to warm up before climbing into a tree, while humans they have to warm up for everything. One plausible conclusion is that life on Earth is sponsored by small blue things that enter into the realm of an exhausted existence and no Carnival can bring the magicians of hope into the danger that was built in by fear. Why? Because, dear reader, there is surely a prudent way of listening an echo splashed with a well input of the voice being introduced to prevent the explosion of routine. With the knowledge of being critical as result of performing what speaks louder within the seasons, if the color of money or if the colorful face of a child that shows herself rebel, meaning that she didn’t lost her critical spirit. The meaning of critic is a shortcut to purity. The laces of dark faces can be felt by observing this sick form of absorbing a reasonable idea. A loyal figure leads the letters from lovers and rebels like the white pigeons from the houses of hermits who love as children do. A distant prudence is taken as virtue with hidden truths because all secrets from love bonds need the guarders as ego helmets. The body cannot endure all tasks and loyalty in humans can attract life with great respect with the critic in several roles such as of bad parenting or the hierarchies all over the population when being young or old has myriads of dichotomies and sad ones because institutions are like slime at the fresh feet of the seeker. The naked gender in here is the safe pore of sanity which lies on the accurate fight against fantasy, triviality and the toy lands which are far from having signs of grace. Then it’s up to you reader, to awake, read, think and fast on the way to establish the necessary melody around your sunny day which shall be sponsored by signs of vitality whenever the rebel songs enters in the ages of ancient lutes, somewhere where the skies can be visible in the gender of conscious. The necessity of life is the decal of what is untamed but organized by the infinite logic paths of the Universal vivid reality sustained by her immeasurable existence with important living organisms to pay a higher respect. The surveying of dangerous beings is in the hands of the primitive hermits either in cities or in forests like in Thuringia, by organic farmers, in the chain of nature, in the galaxies. All interact with the respect taking emphasis on the justice issues either in fascism, religious nonsense, money media, criminal content of mandatory laws: all these presences are a practice of living but we own her as Adrienne Rich is a Poetess and her words mean to respect life, that’s the aim of a spiritual approach as time also approaches the advices from our ego as he his one friendly ally of every time the dust is untamed by a bad organization of interacting. The best answer is to work in a regular basis, making draws on our emotions that are seen in the body, watching the benefits of Orgonomy when she understands her role as guiding processes to liberate all that is mandatory and that concerns the first, the last and the semper of us all. A crucial care lies in the motion of the organization of time according to the natural beauty of something clean and like a dream, belongs to the realm of warm feelings at the time our eyes meet the income of a changing care in our lives and that exists in the inner conquer of a prolific wealth because, dear reader I am still fond of you. There are primitive reasons as safe guarders of dreams but not in the hands of pedagogues that are the social drinkers of the warfare of a pale fear that harass the way minorities have as their inner being and secular heritage are a friendly wisdom. All that can be felt towards the world’s shivering by the laughing tale of the enemies of the medicine I am presenting. Alexander was worried with the decadence of people on their troubled paper money heads and had to postpone his childhood that was in care of Avenue as she is a sweet thing to count with. Both were working hard as the motility of societies, were trying to silence the voices which have their sensitive aims in real danger. Minorities everywhere you, dear reader, will know in the fetus of your body, in the banks of the modern canals where an uncertain providing of goods, don’t know how life can be felt by the reservoir of a warm, spontaneous human love into the eye contact with the urgent hours of a beneficial future. A lifetime dream lies in accurate decisions with a regular basis of thinking over these facts and what it can be obtained, is so far, the delivering of a good progressive critic by taking the consequences on our egos by giving life signs as a prolific inspiration into the world as we know him. To the justification of this time, the pleasure in all its seriousness with an immanent sense in the whole circle of all bright soft illuminations which are a vital source in our lives, lie in the platform of solid horizons which are the accurate ascension of the sublime we build every time the gentle wind comes in to procrastinate time in what concerns the awareness of life as should be taken in respect and dignity. That’s what Alexander felt while he was emerging on sleeping while Avenue was providing the basic warn signs into the magnetic auras that were so far from being graceful and that made stronger the integration from all the creatures in worry to catch the stolen breathe on the world which is turning the screws on people’s expectations of what could be a pure form of living. Human triumph used to suffice and Alexander and I, enemies of this truth, had the pleasure to infer it with a predisposition on the eventual wolf in the breast from a kindled moon’s light where the eyes are in care in the seek and believe as a edifying seed of every human need. Fear is now preparing to go away and you will be on my jacket tonight, dear reader, because the sky is open to be watched from one leaf as a bird knows how to hide and seek around the trees with little ways of belonging to the magnitude of a sweet geography like the one who maintains human hope and the honey shape of it as it should be tasted in our table with great content. Once seen the beauty, once she is well as art of a calm attention where an indigo virtue is a principle of esteem by obtaining her spirit. Love comes along like merit of the origins that compose the zeal in praxis of the double in us and the one among the union is the best harmony within all imperfections. We are the other as flexible example of our perfection by touching and stopping inside the pure repose of beauty. In the plausible awake of life cycles towards the constancy that death is like the fear from the lack of the pure love unity in our lives has the meaning as a continue act of existing. Settling time can and again seed the poetical outcome of the reality of life and death, in short, we can apply the fact that all the radical journalism has its role in the sense that all exists as concern, as feeling and the wrong misrepresentation of life means deaths in many ways of introducing them. You can live with no political bone but you are responsible for a passive voice on the radical acts that mean death and in honor of this escaping, I can only awake and repose on my poetical bones that have the honor in zeal to warn the cycles of existence that a rejuvenation from the psychological deaths can be achieved by sleeping with a virgin or with a child (with no sexual attachment). The gymnophobia (fear of nudity) is an example of death. We can inspire on the mythological figure of Aesculapius for the settling of a moral rejuvenation in all that concerns pureness in positive standards of bringing information and once taken, we can think, learn, extent her into the origins of life as the great design of hope. Coming back to the good of our health and the work upon the majestic skies which are the mirror of the sea and maybe the presence of nudity in its pure life form, as a friend waiting for us to keep smiling under the orange color dawning because the movement is on our shoulders. Birds are much more wise and why? They know freedom and humans never knew this concept, therefore the necessary display of nature to exemplify the simplest aspects of existence that is so imposed by means into an end. I brought this from a morning coffee at a coffee place where the mandatory work brings plagues and had paid to watch the deadly chains of societies just on the last day of the first decade of the 21th century. So where to find hope, shall we wait for how much more decades of mandatory plaguing as pride in it’s the best shape of stupidity as hope sponsors this item as a saying. So never say goodbye but listen and learn with the best poetical examples of flying kingdoms as a good lift to the next sidereal time. The spiritual mirror of thought is a well prepared conviction at every transitory distance from the life we feel, leading a nursery desire in the dance of all cordial feelings that become clear like a moving and caring expression of a delicate plume, whispering a friendly passion towards our love conclusions based on the core of the mighty open nudity of the ego. The refrain of a balanced heart caresses life by generosity and a interposed confinement of it with the good vision in it, is work being managed for a beneficial adoption of the sage. Being recommended for any chain of thought there is a good credit of prolific life narratives as we paint our peer people as lovers. The festive course of daily ascending elaborated shrines, have the affection of everything that is an interval of motion, thought here as a poetical being kept as saving of the working democracy. In magnified difference there are lines of ideas as immaterial devotion on it concerns the genome that in our delicate organisms, are the vital voice of a good and profound regard of a social regeneration. We can attract the edge of our forces with the dressing reality that explains the twin penetration of the humble ally of the drawing plan being made in the distance that has manners of privilege which can be a moral minority seated to remain as silent lovers. The passion inside the origin of profound silent facilities, are a mutual agreement from one being to the other as accepting the merit of uniqueness. We can wish and desire as also not to act in order to use the profound being of flexible splendors around the purity of all infancy of the skies. This is the look of a beneficial movement that rises from silence into the interesting wonders of the Universe. The poetic roar of vast impressions, belong to the speech of freedom in consensual recollections without authority towards the other. This position is a solemn motion as persuasion into an open and sufficed chapter of life being dressed in practical places where we dare to fit in respect. Then the living was sleeping, hollow was the crying and the emerging talent from the warm ways from nostalgia into the consensual future along the world’s best virtue whereas they can send their eyes in here as a visual recognition of all of us in struggle. Alexander and Avenue made a Poem for the Jeeser train,
    As I lay on the wooden bed On the top of a thousand books I smoke and think The hermit is working I am in my peace Suddenly the train arrives It whistles and my thinking whereas its there I take time to think about this train About the driver and the ticket woman I wait and sustain their thoughts on me Then they depart And I whisper them into my thoughts Oh what a wonderful morning train!

     Eduardo Alexandre Pinto

Question: “Did Jesus ever laugh?”

Question: “Did Jesus ever laugh?”

Answer: There has long been a notion that Jesus never laughed. Traditionally, paintings of Jesus have tended toward melancholy portrayals of a somber, glum Savior. It is true that Jesus became our Sin-bearer (1 Peter 2:24) and that He “was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain” (Isaiah 53:3). Jesus was rejected in His hometown (Mark 6:1–6), He wept at a friend’s graveside (John 11:35), and of course He experienced the cross. However, this does not mean Jesus never had a lighthearted moment or that He never had occasion to laugh.

The picture of Jesus that we find in the Gospels is one of a well-rounded, magnetic personality. He carried children in His arms—and what child wants to be around someone who never laughs (Mark 10:16)? He was accused of being too joyful on occasion (Luke 7:34). He told John’s disciples that it was not a time for mourning (Matthew 9:15).

The very fact that we humans have a sense of humor indicates that God does, too, for we are made in His image. (The existence of penguins, platypuses, and puppies also builds a strong case for God’s having a sense of humor!) Jesus, as the Son of God, shares the Father’s attributes, including a sense of humor.

As the Son of Man, Jesus shares in the full human experience. We cannot imagine life without laughter; even those in dire circumstances have known seasons of joy. Everyone laughs and appreciates good humor. To say that Jesus never expressed joy through laughter is akin to denying His full humanity.

Jesus evinced a sense of humor in His teaching. Jesus’ discussion of the “log” in one’s eye is a purposeful exaggeration—and a lighthearted one at that (Matthew 7:3–5) Also, the incongruous image of a camel going through the eye of a needle contains humor (Matthew 19:24).

Jesus encouraged joyful laughter, most famously in the Beatitudes, recorded in Matthew 5 and Luke 6. Jesus said, “Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh.” Jesus spoke of rejoicing in His parables in Luke 15—the lost sheep, the lost coin, and the lost son were all found. The result in each case was great rejoicing. Even more telling is that Jesus told these stories as illustrations of the “joy before the angels of God over one sinner who repents” (Luke 15:10).

Jesus had a serious mission to accomplish in this world, but He was not one to be somber all the time. There is no verse in the Bible that says, “Jesus laughed,” but we know that He empathized with us completely and felt all of our emotions. Laughter is part of life, and Jesus truly lived

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