I just lost a wonderful 20 year old HUMAN being which is my son Bernardo. I assure you, from the core of my quantum transformationthat there is one wonderful generation whose language we do not understand the deafness of the noise abovefor the lack of a paradigmatic change in educational codesdue to the dissonance between teachings And practical life.
Two deaf people cannot listen to each other: but two deaf people they are looking for a new languagemade of new ways and renewed methodsthen restart a VERB for the seminal dialogue. The language of young people seeks further paths that must clash with the usual paths into which everything continues to be channeled old ideological categories. The moment he wins Capitalist Realism that cements generations to laws and restrictions which none of them has so far been able to rewriteit is normal for episodes of apparent miseducation to occur, when the problem lies entirely in the misunderstanding of the “old” in front of a previously unknown color. The parabolic sense of the future lies entirely in the CLAN GUIDE (as the wonderful says Pietro Castellitto in Aeneaswhen it reminds us that Family can be Alone a clan otherwise it’s not family).
They are needed oral guides (the social I’m the new one oral mastery that creates disciples) that they are magnetic aggregatorsguides beyond the Politics of Palaces, beyond the ridiculous ideological polaritiesguides who have metabolized Gurdjieff And Tolstoy but also Steve Jobs And Alessandro Barberoguides like human quadrature equations which compacts because it has found a SENSE.
I called my son a AMORISTthat is, someone who induces work he drew lines of love every day that have connected, regenerated, given meaning. A very difficult job that can only be done if you have the inside GRACE.
We educate to quantum revolution of feelings That they renew And they overwhelmavoiding the rhetoric of those who don’t want to be rhetorical because “certain things can’t be changed, it’s too late now…”. Does not exist inevitability in the future but only possibility, occasion, will…
Gianluca Marziani, Today son of my son Bernardo.
