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Il buon senso, quest’aggettivo “buono” che precede il sostantivo “senso” sono due parole che hanno continuato ad intrigarmi in questi ultimi anni anche se mai come in quest’ultima folle epoca della “pandemia”.

Perchè?

Provo a rifletterci su come se fossi un marziano sceso in questo momento su questa terra, come se ci pensassi su per la prima volta, ma che cosa significa buon senso?

Se è un senso, come la vista, l’udito, il tatto, il gusto e l’olfatto, qual’è?

E perchè lo chiamiamo quello buono?

Semplice, perchè è il “sesto” senso della nostra mente, è buono perchè è il senso…


Tell him that you disagree and he will lose interest
Show him the facts and figures and he will question the source
Call on logic and it won’t be able to follow you
(Leon Festinger, American Social Psychologist)

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More than ten years ago, by chance, I discovered the writings of Ludwig Von Mises, the great Austrian philosopher and economist who would revolutionize the understanding of economics “correctly understood”, as he liked to define it so much that he changed its name and called it praxeology, the science of human action, thus bringing it back to the humanistic, natural and common…


Ditegli che non siete d’accordo e perderà interesse

Mostrategli fatti e cifre e ne metterà in discussione la fonte

Appellatevi alla logica e non riuscirà a seguirvi

(Festinger, La Teoria della Dissonanza Cognitiva)

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Più di dieci anni fa, per caso, scoprii gli scritti di Ludwig Von Mises, il grande filosofo ed economista austriaco che avrebbe rivoluzionato la comprensione dell’economia “correttamente intesa”, come piaceva definirala tanto da cambiargli nome e chiamarla praxeologia, la scienza dell’azione umana, riportandola cosi all’aspetto umanistico, naturale e di buon senso.

La conclusione che ne trassi non potè che seguire l’ implicazioni logica e irrefutabile della catena…


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Like every day I sat on the bench next to the old fountain of the aqueduct to meditate in the silent hot midday sun, almost abandoned after the walk along the west promenade, when two Arab men approach the fountain, a boy and an adult, the latter elderly , about sixty, with a tired, humble appearance, but bearer of a great and innate dignity.

They take off their t-shirt, worn out and without any more color, take some other garments from the old backpack and wash everything with great calm and patience, then hang out the laundry with the expertise…


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Come ogni giorno sedevo sulla panchina accanto la vecchia fontana dell’acquedotto per meditare nel silenzioso caldo sole di mezzogiorno, quasi abbandonato dopo la camminata sul lungomare di ponente, quando si avvicinano due uomini arabi, un ragazzo e un’adulto, quest’ultimo anziano, sulla sessantina, dall’aspetto stanco, umile, ma portatore di una grande ed innata dignità.

Si tolgono la maglietta, logora e senza più colore, prendono dal vecchio zaino qualche altro indumento e lavano il tutto con grande calma e pazienza, quindi stendono il bucato con la perizia di una massaia d’altri tempi, a turno rinfrescano anche il loro corpo e finalmente si…


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I live my whole life in the experience of the present, even if I see my body grow old

In the experience of the present there is no time but only my thoughts, my emotions and my perceptions, all happen at the same time, forever, simultaneously

In my mind there is time, thoughts, emotions and perceptions follow one after the other, sequentially

In the first there is peace, in the second there is pain

It’s only up to me to decide where to stay


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He doesn’t want to die even though he knows,

the total presence of the ego is immortal,

even if it’s not the truth,

that is scary

He will die,

It is inevitable,

one day he will give up


Barletta, 22 November 2020

All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone (Blaise Pascal)

He medidated deeply, his eyes closed, his long and regular breathing, his face turned towards the sea, his back straight on the old white leather chair worn by the sun and the salt, he had found it by chance just in the middle of the beach, as God had put it, or the Infinite Source, or the love of the universe

“Whoever you are ! Thanks!!” he thanked in a low voice

He had found it at the end…


Barletta, 22 novembre 2020

Tutta l’infelicità dell’uomo deriva dalla sua incapacità di starsene nella sua stanza da solo

(Blaise Pascal)

Meditava profondamente, gli occhi chiusi, il respiro lungo e regolare, faccia rivolta al mare, schiena dritta appoggiata sulla vecchia poltrona di pelle bianca smunta dal sole e dalla salsedine, l’aveva trovata per caso, come ce l’avesse messa Dio, o la Fonte Infinita, o l’Amore l’Universo

“Chiunque tu sia ! Grazie!!” ringraziò a bassa voce

L’aveva trovata alla fine della sua quotidiana camminata lungo la spiaggia di ponente dove la sabbia s’incontra con le pietre alla foce del fiume ofanto, un…


Nonsense written as in an appendix novel of a small provincial newspaper of the late nineteenth century.

This place is a dream

only a sleeper consider it real

Then death comes

like a dream

and you wake up

laughing

at what you though

was your grief

(Rumi)

Prologue

Barletta, City State, 22 November 2063

The captain, as they called him since he was a boy, had conquered his name on the street, he had never commanded an army, he had just come home in his little house overlooking the golden west beach, it was neither large nor luxurious but incredibly welcoming…

Antonio Manno

Founder of The Ark Lab https://www.thearklab.net/

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