quarta-feira, 16 de maio de 2007

PSICANÁLISE XXI

A Moody Kind Of Guy
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"God is just a kid with an ant farm" - Keanu Reaves em "Constantine"
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On the other hand, Charlie, there are other times when God is literally playing dice with you.
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The world is crumbling right before your eyes. It looks like a tornado has just swept your whole life and devastated what little is left of your integrity. You're on the floor and you don't even want to get up anymore. And suddenly 3 or 4 ropes come down from above and linger there, like an invitation, quietly, unexpectedly.
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They have different colors, like the wires on a bomb device. You have to cut one of them and grab the others. But which one will you cut? Or will you cut any of them? Or all of them? Do you just stay on the floor and ignore them? Do you pull them to have a glimpse of what they promiss? Do you scream at God "What the fuck do you want from me, you son of a bitch?" Or do you simply get up and walk away?
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But the bottom line is always one of two options, Charlie. Do you accept the challenge or do you ignore it? Knowing that those ropes don't fall from the sky every day.
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Because, like you, God is not willing to play dice every day. He's a moody kind of guy.
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