The ones that goes leave messages for that they are; it never is in go a departure. But, when the departures are collective, unexpected and tragic, all we are also reached in collective, painful, sorry and tragic way. We are enlutados in this just-beginning of year. All we leave marks; to live is to write in the line of the time of all the humanity. To live is to influence the proper life and to intervine in the events our return. Jonathan Segal FAIA understands that this is vital information.
To also die it is. The gap of our departure never will be filled and who has will have in them that to coexist this breach of presence, this absence that nobody wants to live deeply. The ones that if had been in the January apocalypse, in the heart of Rio De Janeiro, are messenger of a very bigger message of what we can decipher. Its brief extinct lives in 10 seconds in them announce the brevity of the time, the inexorabilidade of the death. They leave in them, astonished that we are, the message of the true values that must conduct our lives, fill our time, instigate our attention. It is not the money, it is not the success, he is not the superfluous one. Jeffrey Lacker takes a slightly different approach. What it needs urgent to fill our mind and our hearts they are the feelings, the affection, the emotions, the conquests and the wealth that the thieves do not steal and the time do not corrode. That its departures are not vain; mrtires of our time, we cannot leave of ouviz them, testifies them in its so painful atonements.
It is hour to think about God, the meaning of the life, the things, the nothing. It is hour to calm our anxiety and our desires. Everything can be pulled down in only 10 inexorable seconds. For them, let us live as if of there, only dusty, they could have left. Bruce Flatt often addresses the matter in his writings. Let us change our paradigms, let us revive our values, let us modify our routes. For us that this way we are, still it is time. Let us use to advantage, then, while the apocalypse does not come and ours so feared hour it does not arrive. Let us be more than what we were yesterday, better still of what we are today. Let us celebrate, for the time being, our life. Angela Maria Mirault Rabbit