Circles

So one day when I had nothing at all to do I decided to waste my time in this really cool web page that I was adviced to visit www.estoyencontacto.net well it's in spanish but man it's just so cool, it's all about philosophy and interesting stuff, like radio programs transmitted trough this awesome thing that is the comuter.
Ok let's cut to the chase, basically what I'm trying to talk about today is closing cycles, ending circles, it seems like all of our lives we spend our time and energy chasing things, situations, people, opportunities, and living our own just-like-everyone else's live's history.
It is really easy for us mortals (funny) to fall again and again at the same points, make the same mistakes, find ourselves in the same situations over and over again... like a neverending fall or disease.
I have a physics example for what I am saying, imagine you are driving a car really really fast, and you are going around circles, there is only so much velocity you can make your car go at before being shot out of the circle isn't it?
So, is there only so much you can do before actually breaking away from a circle? cycle? is there a limit to our stupidity? (notice that stupidity in English is softer than it's homologue in Spanish)
In the program that I heard they said something that got my attention, and it was something like: "before setting us free from a situation (bad situation) we are in and get into another (hoping a good one), it is IMPERATIVE for us to STOP going around the circle, cycle".
It is easy to say, "yeah, of course duh!" but how many times have I (let's use me as today's example shall we?) tried to get out of a troublesome situation just to fall in another (even worse) one?? how many times have i tried to convince myself that reggaetton is devil's music (I do like it ok??) just to go back to dancing it?? (man i am in such a good mood that is hard to keep track of what I'm trying to state, excusez-moi s'il vous plaît)
But the truth is that we are weak, we like our confort zones too bad to let go of them, we are usually so accostumed to some problems (some really serious) that we just dont care in the end about them, we are let's call it blindfolded by habits... which takes me to say that we are definately CREATURES OF HABIT. (notice I restrained myself from saying HOBBIT CREATURES)
Can we change in the end? Are we able as human beings to turn our lives around from one say to the other? Can we fool our costumes and habits? and if we do... are we still ourselves? everything is related I am realizing...
To break out of the cycles, circles, it takes a whole bunch of will and effort I know, but it is worthy... man I am writing like somebody died and I've been thinking about life too much...
Excuse once again my lack of impersonality these days, but man I need to find a logical explanation to so many questions....

When life goes by...

This is not going to be a smart post, or a literature, philosophy reated one so pleasae stop reading it if you are not in the mood of reading what plain me has to say.
This is a post to honor those deceased, I barely met them, but right now with what happened my mind is just shocked and I have to say that I'm feeling really shalow having the life I am having and that I wish they were still alive.
To Mike and to my cousins' friend... may their souls rest in peace, they were my age and because of accidents they are not here anymore, it feels weird to have met them and then thinking on their bodies no longer holding a life within them.
Life is so fragile...

Identity theft

Don't even get me strted on identity!
Who are we in the end...
According to the magnificent WIKIPEDIA (I owe them a couple of school asignements) : the identity relation is normally defined as the relation that is held only between a thing and itself. That is, identity is the two-place predicate. After a reflexive afternoon talking with a new philosopher (really I know a philosopher!) I came to the conclusion taht just as the relativity of reality there is a relativity of identities.

Let me put it this way, A is A only when A is identical to A, the same time, the same place, the same object, the same particle. This of course brings crazy ideas to my head, like i.e. ....let's take Einstein's relativity theory (the way I learnt it please because it is so much easier to understand) basically light travels in straight lines and when it hits something either it reflets, deflects or goes trough, if it reflects it creates an angle right, and that way the Hipotenuse is longer than either of it's sides (a series of triangles are formes, please help my train of thought here ok?) so while for a person on earth the light is traveling at a specific rate and not doing anything weird for a person let's say in a comet the reflecting light is covering more space in the same time than that of a straight ray of light, so how can a single event be ocurring at the same time in the smae place but in the end NOT being the same event? can a particle be in one place at one time and at the very same moment be somewhere else... I am not sure but I am risking my head by affriming this but I think that that's exactly what scientists call the quantum theory and something about Shrödinger's cat...
Don't get me confused and I won't get you confused, but in the end who are YOU that I am writing to?
If A = A if and only if A = A then is A = A (a couple years later)??, does time change the identity of a being? disregarding the existence of politics in my random speech (I have to make a funny comment right here... If all Bolivian presidents have messed up this country, is it safe for me to state Goni = Tuto? please do not make any remarks on my beloved "not being sarcastic, just in case" EVITO) can we affirm tat our identity is based on time an space more than it is so on ourselves?
Maybe once again I am lacking information to make a strong statement on the subject but after the disturbing talk that I had Sunday afternoon I have to have a fireplace where I can burn those unuseful ideas for life, and this blog ladies and gentlemen is just that-
I think I believe in Trans-World identity, meaning that I believe that there can be many other dimentions where A = A, even whe OUR A = THEIR A... but in this phrase... are WE acutally THEM? Is there really a conrete identity?
So before I get tangled up in my thought, please do me a huge favor and stop me from ever talking about things I don't know quite accuratley to put in words. And I am falling asleep as I do this.
Signed by me... whoever I am

Autobiographic Reality

So this is the first bog I write that is suited for all the ones who asked me to write in English so they could understand...
hectic life... I love it, well Friday night I went to a really deeply interesting conference, which was held by some young Latin-American writers... very cool, very nice.
well what held my attention was what they talked about, they managed to talk for about 2 hours about the autobiography, the use of language and the existence of reality... I cannot just accept everything people tell me without making my own opinions about stuff....
so I was quite interested in the talks although I have to admit that a few times I almost passed out, logged off conscience and was about to snore, but somehow I managed to stay awake, man, I went out Thursday night until like 4 am I was friggin tired, in the end... I wasn’t even supposed to go to the conference but somehow... let me call it destiny, I went.
ok this is where this gets readable...
writing is in itself an the art of the expression under one's special style, is trying to convey the multidimensional reality with the simplicity of the language, is all about being a word chameleon( spelling?) inventing the fictitious out of the reality and vice versa, it's about multiplying the narratives and giving someone (reader) everything about oneself. GOD it scrambled all over again my dreams and my choices, but my ship has sailed I guess.
so I got to meet a bunch of writers, or writer wannabes, but still very very cool, I can bet my own head I was the youngest person at the conference, I had fun, I had coffee, I had wine... always good always nice.
back to the interesting part...
is not about dominating reality (does it exist though) is about approaching it, the precocity of the world shows itself as an eternal being thanks to the use of language, so here exactly is here I became a philosopher (spelling?) and I started pouring my own ideas in the little paper I was handling: so is life really the same tale with different named characters and different scenarios for everyone in this planet? can we fight against it? and if we do is there a way to win over life without dying? facts move in a different dimension for the author, every passion gives life to a tragedy.
autobiography: saying something truthful about one's life, writing autobiographies... is it a way to accept the loss of the ability to write a novel? the author dies as soon as he's done with writing the phrase, not literally of course but u know what I mean...
so quoting Giovanna Rivero's words... what the fuck is reality anyways, are we justifying our lives? are we slaves of pursuing desires? even in the present?
so let me put it this way: an autobiography is written to tell the story of the life of the author, it is intended to not skip any juicy detail nor change the truth of how the person really is, it is so hard to accomplish that though, the writers usually change stuff to preserve their somewhat not intact dignities.
But, this is now really the product of my thoughts: if the change is actually lying when regarded backwards (in the past), is change also a lie when talking about the present? Whenever we try to “improve” are we actually lying to our truth?
Is there d difference between thoughts and realities? Truth doesn’t exist we are using the language to lie. I guess my point here is that Reality is Relative… back to my physics interest huh?
We cannot live in the truth by closing ourselves in our own perspective, is truth actually in one simple affirmation? And what if we find the truth is it really IT or is it only a part of a bigger thing. I have to state that we all live constantly under prejudices and that insanity is actually wisdom… I have stated more questions than answers but it is in the end my train of thought so deal with it.