I showed in the previous chapter and also enough evidence, it seems to me, and shame the damage produced by the small half ignorant, son of the most crass mezzanine products, children at the turn of the biggest philosophers unaware of their ignorance. And this fatal ignorance that we have already suffered too much and suffer and we will still have to suffer, and far. And 'this hybrid product of a civilization which is believed to illuminated, this ridiculous mixture of pseudoscience and a grotesque conceit, that I want to fight with and each can contribute according to my power to eliminate. These gentlemen who believe in their hands to bring high of just do not bring that smoky torches which leave no see ditches and ravines that open on either side of the road and even the road. This resembles a macabre funeral, and it is these that I move necrofori war. And I do not want to believe that claims to do lampadoforo, no, I am happy to rip the torch from her hands and break the smoky hard heads of the bearers: those who come after me will bring high solar lamps in their hands. My job is to clear the road while the rabble, to be a humble, conscientious sweeper.
To do this, I must marry ignorance. How one day the Holy
seraphic, tired of the adventures of life, the perfect spliced \u200b\u200bPoverty, so I, sick of the adventures of science, I want to marry the perfect ignorance. Bella
all beautiful, as you dream and I want you now! I
Can you imagine a beautiful girl as pure and ignorant, you're whiter than the swan and goose, your eyes are deep blue of empty and sparks will shine like stars in the sky, your hair is twisted rays of sunshine , and your mouth do not come out smelling of rose-like innocence of playful trills echo. Since you are truly eco sister, God, helpless girl, the daughter of one who saw me dancing one day between heaven and earth, surrounded with bluish mists, the dance of the seven thousand veils.
Come, I prepared a bed of flowers in my "Tower of the five windows." What do I care for complicated reasoning and abstruse thoughts. I want to heal this troubled perplexity of this evil indefinable useless knowledge, this melancholy "made too much of the essence." I want a beauty composed of naive simplicity, and nothing is more beautiful and more candid than you. Oh, simple soul, that you know nothing, open flower in the morning, vivid and pure, fragrant and dewy, like I love you! A fresh source of origins I want to plunge back with you to cleanse my mind of all ugliness and rediscover forgotten the meaning of the first indubitable certainties. Many sources have muddied the incomposta curiosity, and labored in vain for hours to know the men s'adopra clarify them, and only this, your, remained transparent as the pure crystal and lets you see the background. I let it in and I water it purifies.
With me in the clear air, or sitting in the cool cave, you repeat the words I'll tell you and I always will seem new, enchanting new on your mouth, sweet sister of the echo.
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