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Returning from work I fell in Milan this paragraph written by Alessandro Gogna and Italo Zandonella Callegher and content in the book THE TRUTH 'OF OBLIQUE SEVERINO Casari.

I think these few lines can be exported to everyday life.
Good thinking.

Matthew.

Literature and movies are the modern ways to tell what was once the epic poem. In literature and film we are willing to accept any fantasy, even the most rampant, from pornography to the serial-killer, from the surreal fantascintifico, the condition that the author makes it clear that this is a work of fiction. What I can not bear èl'accostamento between fantasy and truth, as if this mix was the greatest sin, the real taboo today. We are no longer the enchanted listeners EDA singing the Odyssey or the Iliad, where fantasy and reality were one thing: historical comments, commentaries and exegesis have taught us to divide them. Not stand people who do not live within himself the opposition states, but praised Roberto Benigni says that so masterfully break from the Divine Comedy the ratings. Why we still need all of the great fable, a work of art that nourishes us but serenity is in suffering of the experience. Yes, it's true. We still need the story, perhaps of fiction. If we battle to attribute to ourselves (but we would not do badly), do not hesitate to attribute it to the other facts and inventing stories about them, following the same tortuous paths of the law but with the impoverishment slippery slime of slander conscious or unconscious. Even if you do it as a joke, is one of the worst violence , even repugnant to the inherent cowardice. If we get a minimum of self-criticism, looking back over the years, there is one aspect to which do not go back willingly and this includes the thousands of gossip exchanged with friends, in the section of the CAI, the bar, in a refuge at times in camp. Not everything had to be thrown away, indeed. But there were those who often boasted more than others, who told not for the sake of it but to impress or make you laugh at all costs. Some were more cruel than others. And then there was the victim, always absent, and sometimes even died: one who, knowingly or not, paid the bill for the laughter of compagnia.Si, no going back for such antics verbal and we regret it. Each of us can look back and remember events that did not do him honor. If you do not you remember is a lucky, because nothing can dent his confidence. Lucky for now, because to him the more serious will be the uncertainty of the end.