Space and time behave strangely, and this worries me
I spent my childhood to feel say that shit because I was doing things the way I ran and never went without, my teacher had a crusade fate. Let me see all, I mean. My morning had a long sequence about how there is perched on a chair or do not draw on the bench. In fact those that I missed were often content to support certain habits, I mean, they often do things with a motive, I mean really. Because in reality they are very methodical and routine, to dig well. If people are interested to investigate the motivations of children, I say, the world would be a big Paciocco amusement park. The children take us almost always. But even as I listen to them so often I can not blame anyone instead of listening to snotty bombing villages in the Middle East.
Anyway, I'm shamelessly digress.
There are habits which have always cohabit. The order of wearing of clothes, for example, follows a practice that I could not break even under torture. Pants, trousers, socks, shoes and everything that goes on. Even in winter, not girerei never fully dressed but without shoes. This does not explain, I admit, but I know it is right, trust me.
One of the things I've always been criticized, for example, is the enormous time I need to complete a shower. I always took so long, even as a child. Three houses ago, when I was practically alone with my sister, we had two scored the maximum consumption of water on forty-two families of the condominium. But it is not over-clean - if there is something - the fact is that, to want to simplify, I like the water and I can rarely give up something I like. Basically I put the shower next to drinking and smoking, only that it does not hurt if not in the Gorno when the bill arrives.
Here, one of the many positive aspects of working at home is taking a shower in the morning and evening.
When I woke up I was in office a few seconds before having to jump in the car, cursing, and since I always liked to sleep more than me in the shower I would never be able to anticipate the alarm an hour just to wash.
Although, having to analyze it, the morning shower has nothing to do with washing. It 'something that has more to do with baptism, in fact, with the resurrection, the miracle of waking up after that, once again, life has provided us with tireless yet that little suggestion about our final destiny. Dive into the water just open your eyes is a tribute to our heritage, the whole of creation is a trace in the space of a dismal fifty minutes.
the morning the water on the skin is the rain continues, and full of life during the Cretaceous period, no less.
With the presence of mind enough to just walk a few faltering steps - the step of who has been struck by the wonder of being alive - his eyes closed as if she'd ever open them, I tend arm around me and miraculously the flow, a liquid protective curtain ll'interno of which date it all the steps of my development. One by one
washed away the veils of unconsciousness that affect me on the shoulder, I rediscover the use of organs of vision - ah! The light! - Of hands, the thumb - hey opposes! - I think the fire, the secret of the iron, the voices of men in battle, planets and electrons, to say with mature voice and triumphant ME - I'M - A - MEN. Only then can I begin the actual cleaning procedure, as I said, follows an orderly and unchanging practice for years. Practice motivated by a multitude of attempts and experiments, until be came to the crystalline simplicity of the perfect method. To give an illustrative example, the method is perfect, it never washes his face after being gone from sitting, it took me long to figure it out.
Beyond the Curtain liquid pushes and yells over the world but in the shower are nearly invulnerable, everything is muffled and far away and much easier to observe objectively. No bills, social conventions, meetings, plans to follow. Only basic water and basic thinking. My best ideas came to me in the shower.
O on the toilet, but of this I will talk about another time.
understand that then, as always, the phrase "by the move cristodio I have to go to the bathroom, followed by furious fists against the wood of the door has always assumed the traits of a sacrilege, blasphemy perpetrated in the temple of an unbearable and liquid bubbling when we celebrate the miracle of the universe that creates itself observers.
The shower is important to God. Today I woke up a bit 'before, I had ice cream and I wanted to get a good shower and simultaneously start work a bit' before.
The result is that I started earlier and ended later. I did not have explained, I thought of putting us a few minutes. Maybe I have become Grand Master, and finally managed to create a time warp in which no one can touch me. Which has as its only drawback the fact that when I go to you for five minutes have passed five million years. Bah, I checked, asphalt is still there, and he who kills one.
could also be that I fell asleep under the water but know that it is singular.
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