Gheddafi " le donne nel mondo arabo sono trattate come un pezzo di mobilio, ed e' un'ingiustizia..."

"... perchè le donne più fighe sono quelle scandinave, e a noi che le ordiniamo all'Ikea, le istruzioni per montarle arrivano solo in Svedese."

Take a little dope

And walk out in the air

The stars are all connected to the brain.

Find me a woman and lay down on the ground,

Her pleasure comes falling down like rain,

Get myself a car, I feel power as I fly,

Oh now I'm really in control,

It all looks fine to the naked eye,

But it don't really happen that way at all,

Don't happen that way at all.

You sign your own name and I sign mine,

They're both the same but we still get separate rooms,

You can cover up your guts but when you cover up your nuts,

You're admitting that there must be something wrong,

Press any button and milk and honey flows,

The world begins behind your neighbor's wall,

It all looks fine to the naked eye,

But it don't really happen that way at all,

Don't happen that way at all.

You hold the gun and I hold the wound,

And we stand looking in each other's eyes,

Both think we know what's right,

Both know we know what's wrong,

We tell ourselves so many many many lies,

We're not pawns in any game, we're not tools of bigger men,

There's only one who can really move us all,

It all looks fine to the naked eye,

But it don't really happen that way at all.

Let's forget about time and space, they are models of our perception.

Is there something that was innate in us even before experience? Yes Immanuel, I think that is existence itself.
What's the only concept a baby has when is born? The notion of being.

We are not conscious of what life is, of what being is, no. But we know that we act within some limits, beyond those limits there is something that doesn't act, doesn't change its status with us. We know we are us, because of the distinct presence of the non us.

We don't know anything about the nature of our changes, as we don't know what movement is, we don't know what skin, cells, body temperature is. Still we feel it, we become instantly conscious of being an entirety.

This should give us a far greater question to think about.

If the innate thing of a life form is that sparkle of self awareness; that makes us -plants, animals, whatever- a "self" because there is a "non self".  By inductive reasoning we could also expand this "I perceive what I am not, therefore I am" principle to greater systems... such as human society or extended natural habitats.They work as a living entity within their boundaries; they are made of a group of elements and of the links existing between them. They evolve and behave according to their contents and expanding to what is not their contents yet. So we can say that their existence is marked by the notion of what they are not, and therefore the notion of what they are.

Then what if the universe, as the ultimate system, the infinite whole that comprises everything was to exist with relation to that same awareness? That would be impossible, we'd immediately state. The Infinite has everything in it, because has no limits; so there is not "non self".

Then what? What's the thing that makes the Universe live? What's the innate "nature" of it? Could it be that the universe existence is defined by the confrontation between the infinite "selves" inside it?

Also, this perception of selfness can be called a perception because we, human, have organs to perceive it (and later develop it as a concept). That, however, doesn't stop a rock from containing the data of being a "self" just because it isn't aware of it, in the intellectual sense of the word. This expands the self-non self thing to the "nonliving" matter.

Going back on the universe, if the selfness can be thought as a property of the matter, any kind of matter at any level of aggregation, we could say that the universe is a system defined by the sense of belonging or non belonging of its matter particles to infinite systems and sub systems... atoms, cells, beings, planets, galaxies and so on.

The universe exists because of its organization, then, that derives from the interaction of particles that pass constantly from a state of self to another, depending on the system(s) of which they are part.
That, for instance, could explain entropy, this general tendency of energy toward "decay" and the possible reason for the expansion and, at a certain point, contraction of the Universe. If it's the interaction of particles (their changing status, their passing from a group to another) that defines the Universe existence, then it's imperative that they do go toward a direction or another. Otherwise there would be no existence at all.

Also, since -as I said- time and space are models derived from our human perception, the universe doesn't necessary goes somewhere in a definite time span. It just "is".
It is expanded, contracted and in its infinite status in between, all at the same time. We just happen to perceive its status in a specific order that we call our time line.
We don't scramble them in a different order, nor we see all the other universe status. A reason could be that we are able to develop an intellectual awareness of our self and acknowledge the universe existence just in this particular space-time reality, the reality in which our "selves" are human beings.

The universe is also, in two of its infinite status, totally contracted or expanded. In those two status, though, every particle belongs to the same entirety, thus there are no subsystems, no comparisons of matter and thus no “self” at all.

We should conclude that in those two status the universe simply doesn't exists.

1. Once you have their money ... never give it back.
3. Never pay more for an acquisition than you have to.
6. Never allow family to stand in the way of opportunity.
6. A man is only worth the sum of his possessions. 
7. Keep your ears open.
8. Small print leads to large risk.
9. Opportunity plus instinct equals profit.
10. Greed is eternal.
13. Anything worth doing is worth doing for money.
16. A deal is a deal ... until a better one comes along.
17. A contract is a contract is a contract (but only between Ferengi).
18. A Ferengi without profit is no Ferengi at all.
19. Satisfaction is not guaranteed.
21. Never place friendship above profit.
22. A wise man can hear profit in the wind.
23. Nothing is more important than your health--except for your money.
27. There's nothing more dangerous than an honest businessman.
31. Never make fun of a Ferengi's mother ... insult something he cares about instead.
33. It never hurts to suck up to the boss.
34. Peace is good for business.
35. War is good for business.
40. She can touch your lobes but never your latinum.
41. Profit is its own reward.
44. Never confuse wisdom with luck.
45. Expand, or die.
47. Don't trust a man wearing a better suit than your own.
48. The bigger the smile, the sharper the knife.
52. Never ask when you can take.
57. Good customers are as rare as latinum -- treasure them.
58. There is no substitute for success.
59. Free advice is seldom cheap.
60. Keep your lies consistent.
62. The riskier the road, the greater the profit.
65. Win or lose, there's always Hyperian beetle snuff.
75. Home is where the heart is ... but the stars are made of latinum.
76. Every once in a while, declare peace. It confuses the hell out of your enemies.
79. Beware of the Vulcan greed for knowledge.
82. The flimsier the product, the higher the price.
85. Never let the competition know what you're thinking.
89. Ask not what your profits can do for you, but what you can do for your profits.
94. Females and finances don't mix.
97. Enough ... is never enough.
99. Trust is the biggest liability of all.
102. Nature decays, but latinum lasts forever.
103. Sleep can interfere with profit. 
104. Faith moves mountains ... of inventory.
106. There is no honour in poverty.
109. Dignity and an empty sack is worth the sack.
111. Treat people in your debt like family ... exploit them.
112. Never have sex with the boss's sister.
113. Always have sex with the boss.
117. You can't free a fish from water.
121. Everything is for sale, even friendship.
123. Even a blind man can recognize the glow of latinum.
139. Wives serve, brothers inherit.
141. Only fools pay retail.
144. There's nothing wrong with charity ... as long as it winds up in your pocket.
162. Even in the worst of times someone turns a profit.
177. Know your enemies ... but do business with them always.
181. Not even dishonesty can tarnish the shine of profit.
189. Let others keep their reputation. You keep their money.
192. Never cheat a Klingon ... unless you're sure you can get away with it.
194. It's always good business to know about new customers before they walk in the door.
202. The justification for profit is profit.
203. New customers are like razortoothed grubworms. They can be succulent, but sometimes they can bite back.
211. Employees are rungs on the ladder of success. Don't hesitate to step on them.
214. Never begin a negotiation on an empty stomach.
218. Always know what you're buying.
223. Beware the man who doesn't make time for oo-mox.
229. Latinum lasts longer than lust.
236. You can't buy fate.
239. Never be afraid to mislabel a product.
242. More is good ... all is better.
255. A wife is a luxury ... a smart accountant is a necessity.
261. A wealthy man can afford anything except a conscience.
263. Never allow doubt to tarnish your love of latinum.
266. When in doubt, lie.
284. Deep down everyone's a Ferengi.
285. No good deed ever goes unpunished.

         As it were summer the grass underneath her was warm from the heat absorbed during the day, the breeze was refreshing, but far from chilly. The cords of the Cello were vibrating with astonishing power through her veins, playing in accord with her brain impulses. The trio on the open stage was caught up in the rough music so uncommon for their fine instruments. Sheila looked up at her surroundings, noticing the young crowd seated on the field had suddenly stopped talking as the concert begun. The sun was setting over the horizon and the trees, along the path of the ancient walls of the city, were sparkling from the light emitted by a set of old looking lamps. Her hands went over her belly, where a recent news had laid some strange destiny. She was unsure of herself while thinking about this, because it was at the same time disgusting, alarming and accusing.

 

        As a woman she was always called to fulfill what her species thought right in the procreating matter. She was helped by society in that, fluffy little puppets and clothes were seen as something good to be fretting over. Other women always assuring that this was the best, wonderful thing that could happen, despite the enormous pain, the lose of control over one's emotions and, of course, the unbearable responsibilities that came afterwards. As a woman she knew already what her duty was, and the mere thought of unwillingness was accusing.

 

        As an adult she was concerned by reality and what kind of enormous mistakes she was due to commit, because it is impossible to be an example to someone when you do not believe in your life, and rarely one does. When you can't actually say what's bad and what's good, simply because you don't believe in those two concepts to begin with. It was alarming how relative a rule in the adult mind could be. With this, describing to a child the absolute truthfulness of rules was impossible.

 

        As a being she was disgusted by all of it. Disgusted to be sacrificing herself for someone else, to be seen just as an oven for new beings, like a tumor cell that multiplies and angrily spreads itself just for the illusion of living forever through an infection. She was living and by that expressing a potential of her own. Moving or standing she was content of herself and felt no urge to give up her life for another. That was a state of happiness already.

 

        As brutal strokes of the bows announced the closure of a symphony, she shut her eyes. Few seconds of deep silence before the clamour and she got it. Freedom is a peculiar concept, you don't crave for it, you embrace it. Humans always call for freedom, but really don't want it, because its consequences can be devastating. One can always do something, always; the time or the sacrifices can be so much that they absorb all of our life before we acquire objects, but as for doing something, nothing really stops us. The absence of freedom is an illusion, we claim to be in chains when the conditions to get rewards are too high a price for doing something.

 

        Life, as in the many ways we see ourselves, it's the vessel of all the things we can do in the range of infinite possibilities that the universe presents us, while happiness is the ability to chose which to pursue without being conditioned by the payback. Sheila couldn't really call herself happy since she was suffering the discontent of a decision self imposed; either way she felt doomed by dissatisfaction and understood that it was due to her current life, not to her future one. She raised from the grass being aware that she was questioning herself over the wrong matter, if she chose to justify her life over standards and not over a present will, she wouldn't be free, nor happy.