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moments of being

In the every day is not much more than being . Yesterday, for example, Tuesday, April 18, it just so happens it was a good day, as above average to . It was sunny, I enjoyed writing these first pages, I took off the weight of the biography Roger, I took a walk ... these are isolated moments to be had, however, when not enclosed in be much more numerous. I've already forgotten what Leonard spoke at lunch, and at tea and although yesterday was a good day, well that was wrapped in a sort of wadding contorni.È not always so. Much of the day we live consciamente.Si not walk, eat, see things, it provides to our duties .(...) Perhaps then, is the ability of shock that makes me a writer. I venture the explanation that any shock in my case, immediately following the desire to explain it. I feel the blow, but is no longer thought as a child, a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life is or will become the revelation of another order, is a sign of something real behind appearances, and that I am the real I express in words, gives it unity, and this unit means it has lost the power to hurt me, me a great joy, perhaps because doing so would keep the pain away, pick up the pieces, this is perhaps the most intense pleasure I know ... Hence, it was, I could say, a philosophy, or at least the idea that I have always had, and that cotton wool is hidden behind a picture, the whole world is a work of art that we are part of that work of art. Hamlet or a Beethoven quartet is the truth about this huge mass that we call world. There is no Shakespeare, there is no Beethoven, certainly, and definitely there is no God, we are the words, we are the music, we are the reality "