Cartoon? The little train, moved by the flitting ears of Dumbo, filled the starry skies with its joyful rumble.
In some dreams you can reach the creativity layer.
Joseph, man of oneiric obedience, accepts my esteem and affection.
The difference among the poet, the theologian, the philosopher, the scientist and the pure mathematician? All of them are children of the same inspiring shift.
“Pezzotta”: a coriander. According to the pure etymology of the noun: particula.
Facing the sea, on the terrace of the retreat house, the prophet, in ecstasy, heard (without hearing): I will make you greater than Abram. I will give you all My saving powers.
If the social political economical situation gets worse, will politicians’ and cardinals’ blood flow in Italy. Martyr who?
Daniel maker and interpreter of dreams, Joseph executer of them. Both children of the Word, Imaginative Form of the Father.
Ratzinger that is the presumption of faith rationality, that, instead, disconcerts the reason, and disconcerting and fibrillating it, pushes it to the Unheard Object.
Gandhi hugged his ahram women and let them do the same with him. Without giving in to any sexual impulse.
Jesus did the same with the women of His followers, showing an extraordinary ascetic virtue? Was He much more controlled?
The Gospels do not say a word about the sexual gossip of the Most Chaste.
The inspiration, even the holy one, is the immediate pulsation of the soul, the sudden splendor of the bottom, the following dazzlement.
Inspiration is Betesda’s pool, shuddered by the Angel.
Joseph, Giuseppe, married to Maria and the Dream.
Ferrari, the bishop of the Trinity and Council, said to him, who was about to become spiritual co-father of the Major Seminar in Taranto: you do not have to educate to priesthood, but to the serene and optimistic vision of marriage.
Good heavens. When the young spiritual father, the future prophet but already prophet, passed round, among the young people, the book of a famous French writer with the rough silhouette of a naked woman. Maybe it was 1965.
Ferrari introduced some nuns from Piemonte in the Minor Seminar in Monopoli, convinced that some young boys might need a mother figure. Some priests grumbled about it, because in the feminine presence they foresaw psycho-spiritual damages.
Ferrari was accused of being a bourgeois bishop only because he kept in touch with anyone. The very young budding prophet stored everything in his heart.
The Carthusian still remembers with kindness the scene of his bishop, sneaked away on the terrace of his bishop palace, while there was one of the most important processions in Monopoli, in honor of St. Cosme: barefoot women, dripping candles, devotion to the skies. Scenes that would have tickled the sexual-religious appetite of Pole bishops.
The Carthusian still remembers when, as a child, he listened to his bishop preaching in the Marian Cathedral in Monopoli: never separate the Mother from Her Son.
It sounded like a revolutionary message, used as they were to an absolutist and sentimental Marianism, maternal-style.
Unforgettable his theological lessons about the Bible and the Council. He repeated strongly and passionately: laymen are the substance of church. The future priests applauded, masters of trasformism.
He was amazed by the fact that the women of the old town gave birth abundantly. He reasserted while preaching that maternity-paternity should be a responsible one.
He favored the wedding of a notorious communist with a catholic girl.
He fought in order that the young shop-boys, who were not paid at all because they were apprentices, could have their reasonable salary.
The anti-conciliar Vaticanist, men of all seasons and popes, was fighting for a square in honor of Carlo Ferrari. Death whipped him the last outburst.
The film about Wojtyla is on: some years later it is clear who he was, an exaggerated fanatic. Only an over-uterine, priapic and crypto-fascist church could have acclaimed him so much. With Wojtyla the church became a square, the churches emptied, the catholic fanaticism the ideal initial, father Arrupe paraplegic.
At the end of the second year of Classic Lyceum, when the future prophet told the bishop Ferrari about his desire to enter the Seminary, the answer was a curt no. It was necessary to toughen up with storms and the graces of History.
To the priests he repeated: educate to faith. Religiosity is not enough.
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