" Today's electronic world suggests that there may be sequences of messages that move from one physical media to another without losing their unique characteristics and appear to survive even algorithm as a pure immaterial at the moment when, abandoning support, have not yet been printed in another ... and who knows that death, rather than implosion, and explosion, and mold, somewhere between the vortices of the universe software (which others call soul) that we have developed living, also made up of memories and personal guilt and therefore irremediable suffering or a sense of peace and love. "This step, Umberto Eco, is based on the book who does not believe in what he believes , dialogue between the same Umberto Eco and Carlo Maria Martini. You can find it in a beautiful story of Dylan Dog , someone calls us up there , set in Wales and speaks of alleged extraterrestrial presence but, as you might guess, much more. The thesis of this cartoon is that there is a kind of secular afterlife - where, incidentally, also believed that Einstein said that energy does not die .. but turns - in short, a soul made of pulses radio. He talks about extraterrestrials, deities, love, brotherhood, but there are people who continue to be there. Well, we returned to the theme in mind, as well as for personal reasons you can imagine, because the pace of Eco also made us think about the importance of the track that each of us can leave if he wants, and now in old ways in new ways. For example, with the web, and then with one of his finest instruments, the blog. We will not say anything original, perhaps, but it seems that there are many intangible impulses from the confused and incessant exchange of information, news, thoughts that the blogosphere is constantly evolving offers every day. And that, that would seem to flow in Kaos, there is instead soul alert and alive, parallel, partly overlapping and partly not, that we cross every day, in our wandering lost on this dot in the universe. And that may leave a faint trail that winds between the confusion and we feel lost.
PS: We dedicate this post to Alexander, a great person and I hope it plays in some way. And Immanuel Kant forgive us if he can. Nin @
and Mister X, the authors of Scribble of Comicomix
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