.
"It is true that we live,
not true that we came to last
on earth ..." Poem
Nahuatl Chalco region.
. not true that we came to last
on earth ..." Poem
Nahuatl Chalco region.
I. Leo
in a region of Asia, to which scholars believe, were buried on farmland, to the waist.
passed and for several days or weeks, "under the weather, until they were able to speak the words that the earth had managed to enter their hearts.
Thus, although many of these wise men died during the experiment, and others were left with severe injuries due to traffic problems affecting their legs during the time they were buried, "the wise survivors went to form part of the core ruling of these tribes, and were regarded as valid interlocutors between man and natural forces emanating from the world and allow life on earth while these links remain active.
it happened, time passed, and recent scholars originating from these traditions were revealing that the earth was strangely silent, and did not seem to deliver any message that unless the same silence, he tried to be interpreted in different ways.
Unfortunately, for the latest generation of these wise men, "was that the final interpretation carried out by the people, led to the execution of six of the seven sages, who were also buried on farmland for several days, only this time they were buried upside down, so your chances survival, I think, were greatly diminished.
According to the text where I read this information, the sage who was not sentenced to be buried that way, managed to flee the scene and go to the Mongolian authorities, who had jurisdiction over the area ", who reported on the performances and some other violations that were related to deviant sexual behavior, relationships zoophilic with animals that the article makes clear, "that had these tribes.
After receiving the information, a group went to the Mongolian police and detained a number of men who apparently have given the order to bury the wise head down, to be judged in the Great Court of Ulan Bator.
Then the article discussing the topic, delves into the relevance of the judicial system and seeks to "awkwardly, in my opinion, to promote a critical view on the idea of \u200b\u200bjustice and policy areas where it exercises its domains.
Then the two images inserted text on the trial, and the text is finished.
II.
After reading the text, however, there are a small number of threads that are hanging on the history and I am about to throw one by one, in the first instance, simple laziness.
The first strand is related to the capacity that would have taken some of these scholars, to receive and interpret "the words that the earth had managed to enter their hearts."
then I pull that thread, and I feel that I slowly approached the heart of the wise men, a heart / ear, perhaps, able to listen and understand the message conveyed by the voice of the earth and deliver it to the community.
So I think in the days / weeks that some of these scholars went underground, motionless, soaked by rain, or ravaged by the cold to realize that the land was saying something ...
But what is it that the land was saying?
Nothing in the text, of course, that we clarify in this regard, but what do you think?
... Well, I, Vian, to find out, I buried it to find out, and here's what I heard:
is not true that man comes last, on the ground.
That is the thread I pulled up to the end (and then I discovered that there was no other).
III.
Do you know ...?
As much as I write here every day and sometimes I get slightly below the surface, the fact is I do not understand the land, nor man.
is more ... if I have to be honest, I see very little difference between being buried to the waist, or directly
upside down ... It is not wise and I suppose you believe in my destiny, or my way, must necessarily make a choice between two ways of searching the words of the earth.
But ... what is going to mean the land to us, if we are just passengers short?
What is that to interpret and find the contact and sentence to another when we meet soon with his silence?
What is that love, and fear of death and the arts, when the silence of the land is more significant than the largest of our actions?
And is that not true of our certainties, compared with the hidden truth of the earth.
Today, ashamed of the words, I leave, then silence.
in a region of Asia, to which scholars believe, were buried on farmland, to the waist.
passed and for several days or weeks, "under the weather, until they were able to speak the words that the earth had managed to enter their hearts.
Thus, although many of these wise men died during the experiment, and others were left with severe injuries due to traffic problems affecting their legs during the time they were buried, "the wise survivors went to form part of the core ruling of these tribes, and were regarded as valid interlocutors between man and natural forces emanating from the world and allow life on earth while these links remain active.
it happened, time passed, and recent scholars originating from these traditions were revealing that the earth was strangely silent, and did not seem to deliver any message that unless the same silence, he tried to be interpreted in different ways.
Unfortunately, for the latest generation of these wise men, "was that the final interpretation carried out by the people, led to the execution of six of the seven sages, who were also buried on farmland for several days, only this time they were buried upside down, so your chances survival, I think, were greatly diminished.
According to the text where I read this information, the sage who was not sentenced to be buried that way, managed to flee the scene and go to the Mongolian authorities, who had jurisdiction over the area ", who reported on the performances and some other violations that were related to deviant sexual behavior, relationships zoophilic with animals that the article makes clear, "that had these tribes.
After receiving the information, a group went to the Mongolian police and detained a number of men who apparently have given the order to bury the wise head down, to be judged in the Great Court of Ulan Bator.
Then the article discussing the topic, delves into the relevance of the judicial system and seeks to "awkwardly, in my opinion, to promote a critical view on the idea of \u200b\u200bjustice and policy areas where it exercises its domains.
Then the two images inserted text on the trial, and the text is finished.
II.
After reading the text, however, there are a small number of threads that are hanging on the history and I am about to throw one by one, in the first instance, simple laziness.
The first strand is related to the capacity that would have taken some of these scholars, to receive and interpret "the words that the earth had managed to enter their hearts."
then I pull that thread, and I feel that I slowly approached the heart of the wise men, a heart / ear, perhaps, able to listen and understand the message conveyed by the voice of the earth and deliver it to the community.
So I think in the days / weeks that some of these scholars went underground, motionless, soaked by rain, or ravaged by the cold to realize that the land was saying something ...
But what is it that the land was saying?
Nothing in the text, of course, that we clarify in this regard, but what do you think?
... Well, I, Vian, to find out, I buried it to find out, and here's what I heard:
is not true that man comes last, on the ground.
That is the thread I pulled up to the end (and then I discovered that there was no other).
III.
Do you know ...?
As much as I write here every day and sometimes I get slightly below the surface, the fact is I do not understand the land, nor man.
is more ... if I have to be honest, I see very little difference between being buried to the waist, or directly
upside down ... It is not wise and I suppose you believe in my destiny, or my way, must necessarily make a choice between two ways of searching the words of the earth.
But ... what is going to mean the land to us, if we are just passengers short?
What is that to interpret and find the contact and sentence to another when we meet soon with his silence?
What is that love, and fear of death and the arts, when the silence of the land is more significant than the largest of our actions?
And is that not true of our certainties, compared with the hidden truth of the earth.
Today, ashamed of the words, I leave, then silence.
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