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dendrites, axons and synapses of the undersigned often suffer from what happens in the outside world (when the outside world to understand also my body, as at one with what is commonly called the mind, I can not perceive it as something alien part ... but that's another story whose protagonists Plotinus Descartes, neuroscientists, philosophers of mind, soul, mind, AI and flowcharts, and for now it is better to put aside ). What happens in the outside world, what usually comes from all swallowed, digested, assimilated, accepted. In what sense is affected? Here, it happens often, very often, lately more and more often - but in truth I was going even when I was nine years old - that I (whatever that means "me", but that's another story) feel about me the weight of external reality. Now, external reality, we all know, is a lightweight, external reality being almost everything that is not me (which is really so, unless you decide to embrace solipsism ... must say that this is another story? ), so it is difficult to imagine that, at least, I do a little 'head hurt.

A supernova explodes, hairs on the nose of a vervet, dreams of a cat who lived 3400 years ago, tweed jackets and flared trousers, mathematical theories and hypothetical alien civilizations, colonies of ants and hundreds of billions of galaxies, hypertext and critique of pure reason, Kant and the skeleton of the cosmic dust, stomach ache and electromagnetic waves, sex, flowers, pop art, big bang, space-time, determination, the shells of nuts. Again, the teeth, the plastic the past, the flavor of an apricot, the expansion of the universe, evolution, involution, the thoughts of a dolphin, Sacher torte, antimatter, death, a female pterodactyl and litter, biodiversity, watches digital pulse, molecules, bubbles, the primordial ooze, fine sand, photons and bacteria, rendering, DNA and Arbre Magique, petrol engine life and the ocean floor, hair, a bat and the barrel of a gun, keyboard of this computer, my hands, nails, sugar icing, birth, comic books, origami, the chimpanzee, the brain of Mozart and that of a serial killer, movies, unlimited semiosis, structuralism, theories, practice, words, language, dams, flood, flooding, overdose, overflow .

In Veda and Purana external reality, as it presents itself to our consciousness ( what the hell is the conscience? ) is called the Veil of Maya (Schopenhauer then popularized this expression). We do not live in true reality, the whole universe is illusion, appearance. We are enveloped by the veil of Maya that we preclude the vision of what is really real. But what is really real? You can pierce the veil of Maya? At times, while others prepare the coffee, make the nap, they attack Iraq, elaborate mathematical formulas or play darts, while yawning, make love, smile, kill, beg, come, writing, dreaming, while the river water runs without the slightest ripple, I happen to feel the presence of the Veil. Every thing, every single thing in this world, everything I've learned to take for granted, it stops being normal becomes strange, crazy, unbelievable. Everything. I am an alien. You are the aliens. There is nothing that is not alien. Gape. And if it was all a game (a kind of The Sims on a cosmic scale)? And if I was a guinea pig? Why do people around it seems to me not to notice anything? They are part of the game? Am I the only victim? What is the truth? And so the idea of the Veil of Maya, however suggestive, is still too little. The reality is incredibly complex and strange to what a human mind can even remotely comprehend. What to do? Give up? Dying to 79.12 years, with irony? Study the matter, the microparticles or verses of a poet and forget the vertigo of overview ? Become like Philip K. Dick in the last years of his life, crazy trying to figure out the impossible ? Or become superficial and / or cynical and respond to those who put themselves these questions (how many? we are dying) saying that blowjobs are just mental? (What have you against giving head? Bigotti!)

A life without research is not worth living, "said the good old Socrates. And Jostein Gaarder , a couple of millennia (and broken) after:

"Imagine walking through woods. Suddenly, the path before you, see a spaceship. It is coming out of a tiny Martian starting to stare ... What do you think such a situation? It does not matter, does the same. Rather, do not you ever think of yourself as a Martian?
is highly unlikely that you will come across a creature from another planet. In fact, we do not know if there is life on other planets. Instead, it is possible that you come across yourself. One day suddenly you stop and think about yourself in a whole new way. Maybe it can happen just as you're taking a walk in the woods. I am a strange creature, I think, is a mysterious animal ... It's like if you woke up from a long sleep that has lasted for years, just as happened to Sleeping Beauty. Who am I? you ask. You know you're wandering around on a planet in the universe. But what is the universe? If you happen to think of yourself in this way, you discovered something mysterious like the Martian was telling you about earlier. You have not met a creature that comes from space, but you look inside yourself and you've seen as a strange creature.

[...] I want to make a point: even if the philosophical questions concerning all human beings, not all become philosophers. For different reasons, most people are so taken by the things of everyday existence that deals with the latest thinking about the place.
For children, the world, with all that it offers, is something new and amazing. Not so for all adults, most of which perceives the world as an ordinary event. The philosophers are a noble exception. A philosopher has never managed to get used to the whole world that, for him, continues to be absurd, yes, enigmatic and mysterious. Philosophers and children have shared this important capacity. We may well say that a philosopher maintains the delicate skin of a child for life. Now you have to choose, dear Sophie, you're a child who has not yet been able to "get used to the world"? Or are you a philosopher who swears he does not ever get used? If you shake your head and you do not feel neither child nor the philosopher is that the world has become so familiar that you do not wonder more. "

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How does it feel to be a bat? You try to be something a neuron? Yes try to be something a few billion neurons inside a skull? Two years ago, more or less, while way home after buying bread, I imbattutto in a stray dog. In my life I have met dozens of stray dogs. This time, though, I behaved in a strange way (ie in a way that, in our society, it is usually labeled as strange ). The dog began to stare, and I only answer I stopped and I did the same. I've fixed. I got lost in the eyes of a dog for an indefinite time. A scene indeed quite ridiculous, I agree. The fact is that I was trying to figure out, fix it, what the hell goes on in my head (yes, I wanted establish telepathic contact with a dog ... so what?). He probably thought something like "hunger - food - yum," but this I'll never know. We were facing each other, but our minds were light years away. That dog was like an alien, an entity strange, incomprehensible. What proof that an individual dog, now (assuming he is still alive)? What feels, perceives, thinks right now while I'm sitting comfortably at your computer? Two years ago, around the same time, I tried to look into the eyes even a mosquito (yes, in Catania is not so strange that there are mosquitoes in December). How do you look in the eyes of a mosquito? What life for a mosquito? Mosquitoes, flies, ants, worms, mice ... where do they live? In what world? And when that happens to die? Reincarnate into something else? It's all about karma? Dolphins, trees, viruses, microbes, people, dinosaurs, inert objects, live objects. What will be our next reincarnation? No? The absolute and inconceivable anything? Something is wrong. At times I try to convince me that there is love and freedom, that we are surrounded by good and that our world is a multifaceted and multi-colored paradise that has been given by some benevolent deity to make us happy. But it is not. The trouble is that it is not even a monstrous inferno generated by the case, a black prison from which escape is impossible. No, it is ying and yang is not, is not black and not white. What is the truth? It is perhaps a mixture of both? It is the Tao? I do not know. Do not just use the fuzzy logic find or to understand something about Zen. I repeat: the reality is incredibly complex and strange to what a human mind can even remotely comprehend. It is the strangest of the Tao, Buddha and Allah. More strange formulas of physics, the philosophical ( there are more things in heaven and on earth ... ) and the Christian God. But is this a good reason to turn their backs on the search and look at the sisters Lecciso * on TV? (Yes, maybe yes.)

* How does it feel to be a Lecciso?