man infinitely transcends man.
L'homme passe l'homme Infiniment .
Blaise Pascal (1623-1662)
see also The Immaculate Conception of 2009
September 26, 2010
Every morning we say the sun rises. In reality we all know that the sun does not rise, because it is our mirror of land that makes this the sun is "firm".
(...) Do you ever wonder what might have happened to you if you hadn't met Prince Rainier? draft translation: - (...) It 's never wondered what would have happened if he had not met Prince Rainier?
- Everyone is always wondering what would happen if this or that. Do not look back. I have not had the time. She knows that I retired. I think that no matter what we do in life, we face the same problems, the problems of our own personality, of our limitations, our faults. People's lives becomes almost the same way as they are without people. We may call into question the environment or the parents or the company only up to a certain extent. After 25 to build the life from you.
Amico fragile was born this way: when I was with my first wife, I was invited one evening in Portobello di Gallura, where m ' I made a home in '69, in one of these ghettos of the north coast of Sardinia: summer came everyone, Romans, Milanese ... in this residential park, and invited me the night for me always ended with close on time with a guitar in hand. One evening I tried to say: "Why rather not talk about ...". It was the time, I remember, that if Paul VI had come out with the matter - then I think by shooting this one here, the same stuff - the exorcism. Well I say, "Let 's talk about what's going on in Italy ..."; Not a chance, I had to play. So I just broke my balls, I obscenely drunk, I have insulted everyone, I went home and wrote Amico fragile. I've written drunk in a single night. I remember they were about eight in the morning, my wife was looking for me, I was either in bed or anywhere else: there was In fact, a kind of hole in our house, which was then a dispensation without even moving, where I had a refugee and I have found that there was just finishing this song. [F. De André, Doriano Fasoli, Fabrizio De André. Time passes, p. 60]
The more 'morally we lived, the more we are indebted to the blood of Christ.