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A review by blueyorkie
Da Natureza das Coisas by Lucretius
5.0
According to Lucretius, the infinitely small perception is only a ray of light, allowing elementary particles to meet and repel each other without any original affinity.
The particles move, collide, unite and separate, uniquely formatted by the chance of encounters having no meaning.
The infinitely small, random number Pi is only an aggregate of forms disappearing and reborn according to their paths and impacts as absurd as unforeseeable.
No need to analyze each result; they mean nothing. Each product results from a quantum wind grouping a corpuscular all-comer without a mind. Each element, like a pinball ball, reveals different imagery in its contingent projections.
No plan, no garden of Eden, no promised land.
No life after death. When the body extinguishes, the soul had also ruined.
There's nothing to conquer or defend in an infinitely small, under the influence of its inconsistent pilings.
Reading is a real ordeal for a believer whose pillars crumble page after page.
Since everything, according to Lucretius, fire, hymnals, Bibles, and Gospels is only a disordered world without gods developing an incomprehensible order.
How to accept disappearing in smoke without the hope of a beyond? First, remove the cause and effect.
Still, life is nothing else by maintaining the course of its values in the middle of the imponderable drift of the elements.
The particles move, collide, unite and separate, uniquely formatted by the chance of encounters having no meaning.
The infinitely small, random number Pi is only an aggregate of forms disappearing and reborn according to their paths and impacts as absurd as unforeseeable.
No need to analyze each result; they mean nothing. Each product results from a quantum wind grouping a corpuscular all-comer without a mind. Each element, like a pinball ball, reveals different imagery in its contingent projections.
No plan, no garden of Eden, no promised land.
No life after death. When the body extinguishes, the soul had also ruined.
There's nothing to conquer or defend in an infinitely small, under the influence of its inconsistent pilings.
Reading is a real ordeal for a believer whose pillars crumble page after page.
Since everything, according to Lucretius, fire, hymnals, Bibles, and Gospels is only a disordered world without gods developing an incomprehensible order.
How to accept disappearing in smoke without the hope of a beyond? First, remove the cause and effect.
Still, life is nothing else by maintaining the course of its values in the middle of the imponderable drift of the elements.