Sunday 25th March 2007

Things become the platonic cave where to enter and stay, having the back to the Divine Sun. It is the tragedy of men. The sin.

 

We live on reflections and illusions.

 

In the liturgy the adjective “nice” has never been used for God, because it is usually thought for women.

 

We think to be speleologists, actually we are cavemen.

 

Lord, help me to understand myself and all the men of my time. Help me not to judge with medieval eyes.

 

The great friendships: PaoloVI Moro and, deep down, Wojtyla Andreotti, Ratzinger Giussani.

 

Aldo Moro, a man of God, that will never be canonized. Maybe.

 

He met don Giussani at the Cattolica University: so gross. Gross is who writes this opinion.

 

Recent photo form the Osservatore Romano: Ratzinger kisses a child. With his nose. Autistic child?

 

Today more than ever the truth cannot be said. The real democracy does not tolerate nudity, as Victorian as it is. Only veils and poisons.

 

At the Cattolica University a deep throat of Comunione and Liberazione told him to take up an academic and ecclesiastic career.

 

The sin is a pre-ethic condition. It is being in front of the Simple with all the ravines, in front of the Rock with all the frailty, in front of God with all the essence of human creature, in front of the Sea with all the rocks. In front of Love with all the hardness.

 

The sin, in its mystic meaning, needs the sense of the Sublime, the deep feeling of the three times Saint.

 

The church does not convey the real meaning of the sin, but the notion of the sins, sexual anxiety and sense of guilt.

 

Christ agonizes under the burden of the church.

 

The Word the Idea, the church the little ideas.

 

The thought today must really think. Faith needs its oceanic breathe.

 

Ratzinger, “not thinking”  the brain of Wojtyla.

 

The bishop dressed in white of the third secret of Fatima is not a white sepulchre.

 

Did any Roman Eminences take part to the conspiracy against Aldo Moro? Did Andreotti know about Moro’s prison?

 

Martini could have never been friend to Andreotti or Giussani.

This article is available in Italian too