9 Days Past Ovulation Cervical Mucus

Where are we going?

The Pope evoked the Roman Empire, the end of our civilization (if the one we live you can call it that). We are the world like a worm eating away the core of an apple. The news of the day is that unions negotiate wages with productivity and Fiat that will produce new models that no one will buy. And 'how to play poker with the dead , an aggressive treatment in the hope of preserving their jobs. Who's in the box can not think, sees no alternative. The nuclear power plants, gas terminals, oil, everything is energy. But what good is this energy? What is the purpose if not self-destruction? Why work to produce and to buy unnecessary goods? The nothing in return for years.
The man is a ball in a pinball machine. The Earth is perhaps the best of all worlds , an enchanted place that we turned into merchandise. I was lucky, years ago, to visit the ' Bird Island, Seychelles. The beaches of fine sand, the color of gold, were littered with shells as big as a fist and the birds nest at eye level. We looked puzzled when you walk. They had no fear. It reminded me of the dawn of the world, when man was given the Garden of Eden . The trash in Naples is in the news, but the cities with no air and no light, the suburbs, the building areas with the New Acropolis concrete represent the death of beauty and nature. A world based on money, an intangible concept that has taken complete control of matter, is not only sustainable but also pointless. Remove the aimlessness , meaning a person and transform it into a consumer into a non-thinking, perhaps in an insurgent or a suicide.
We are suspended between a new destruction of Atlantis and the conquest of the stars. Among the extinction of our species and the infinite. We should have the ministries of the Spirit of 'Eternal Youth of Happiness and Peace and we find the ministries of war and internal repression (euphemistically called the Defense and Interior). The chrysalis that surrounds us can break or be our prison. We are at war, divided between what is a civilization, and at sunset. Among the acorns the pigs and the sky. (B. Grillo's Blog)