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Folly is inhabiting man as well as the divine. They compensate each other but they struggle and fight at the same time. This is what is bringing about the human drama of homo interior . Dostoevsky is the author who best depicts madness in man, which suffocates the vitalism of  homo interior (where the equipoise between madness and divine is perfectly working) to such a point that puts him in a cramped corner of his soul, the underground, where folly is taking the upper hand in man. In the incipit of Notes from the Underground , the main character describes his folly as, initially, an illness which then transforms into pleasure for illness and finally he savours it as a sweet and rewarding pleasure of his folly. "I am a sick man…. I am an angry man. I am an unattractive man. I think there is something wrong with my liver. But I don’t understand the least thing about my illness, and I don’t know for certain what part of me is affected. I am not having any treatment for it, and never...

  γρηγορεῖτε οὖν, ὅτι οὐκ οἴδατε ποίᾳ ἡμέρᾳ ὁ κύριος ὑμῶν ἔρχεται Vigilate ergo, quia nescitis qua hora Dominus vester venturus sit. (Matthew 24:42) On the top of this system (Globalism), there is an intelligence, an "Alien Intelligence" whatever THIS could be. A wicked Alien Intelligence. A pure evil intelligence, that knows how and wants our free choice, our free will, to be cut off, our God's gift and the image of God we are bearing within us. This image of God, we bring in ourselves, is coming to be terminated by THIS intelligence. THIS intelligence wants an anti-human mankind, a post-human mankind. Humanity has to be won, humanity has to lose its supremacy as the prime understanders of the creatum. THIS Alien evil intelligence has promised its minions Eternal Life, pleasure sex and physical sensual happiness power and richness in aeternum. For this reason, THIS Alien Intelligence and its minions are constructing a dystopia in this world, bringing the folly to reason ...

  Was he senseless? Only God may say that. For sure he was abject, weird, and vicious. In the end, a common character to be met. He was called “the professor”, although he hardly spent a day of his life in any sort of teaching. We are talking of Matteo Sartori, quite known in Bergamo before the so-called pandemic, whom after his death is still remembered in that town. He seemed versed in nothing, but he appeared to be devoted to all, instead. He died ingloriously in a hospice in the days of the pandemic. It was said he had passed away because of the virus, but in reality, he had other comorbidities. Although he had lived like a monk, he had been very capable to look after his worldly affairs. And in fact, after his death, it appeared he had millions of euros in his account. But without considering the final his life had been pure senselessness. He was married twice and had no sons. His first wife belonged to the Bergamo’s ancienne bourgeoisie. Antonella Panerai. She was a beauty, a...

Coming from Siesikų stotelė by bus I was staring at the geometric lines of the road. They gave the profile of another culture. More essential, less beautiful, more self-restrained. It was not my culture. It was not the culture of the country where I was born and lived. Is this the result of epigenesis, I asked myself, which gave shape to my conscience for which I now judge what I see? It is the first seven years of life that structure the individual, it is said. They are the first seven years of life when you download all the programs you need to live the rest of your existence. Is this epigenesis that guides the existence of the individual? Here, where I live now, there is no madness, there is no Giordano Bruno’s fury, which makes you go beyond the limit, stretch your nature beyond the human condition. Here the limit is limit, they don't care. The exasperated individualism of Italians has no place here, here people live according to a conformist point of view with respect t...