Panta Rei os potamos (from the greek πάντα ῥεῖ), translated as Everything flows like a river is the famous aphorism attributed to Heraclitus, but in fact never expressly stated in what we know of his writings, in which the philosophical tradition next wanted to identify briefly the thought of Heraclitus with the theme of becoming, as opposed to the philosophy of Parmenides' own (from Wikipedia ). Yes, always when I run in technical Heraclitus, Parmenides and associate professor in the school deputy Third Aristotle excluded before the eco-friendly coffee maker, cappuccino, coffee and barley tea, still I remember a film in mind wanders fifties, simply titled The Blob. against a black sky of slate washed with soap and water method and patience and a brush head of a looming American hero, here plays the role of a brave but simple-good son of the province, yet frowned upon by myopic local law enforcement, a police veteran. Thoughtful hero, hero smoker in secret, without the green light with his machine (I do not think license plate was 313), front - and forever like a dream - to one that screams spitting saliva famo'nagara (curiously this is also the name of a Japanese Formula One driver at the time of Patrese). However, this is not the point, the protagonist - in negative - the film is an amorphous alien being inside a crashed meteorite, which broke the crust (alien crust), slowly is committed to swallow everything that runs screaming in front (which is four, two and three feet do not care), and in practice is the blob, or as better known in Pistoia pillotto. Well, Mr. Pillotto swallows everything and more, is constantly evolving, in the sense that it is becoming bigger (not fat, thick), yet does not flow, is a rather amorphous mass of red gelatin on living alien (maybe a communist? ). Mr. Pillotto does a caxxo from morning to night, not even secrete a hard material (a shell color), do not worry about anything, or may not be a decorative object for him is not a problem, change into a tool to hear the waves?, imagine ... The blob is at the base of the evolutionary ladder, and his place in the food pyramid I fear it is right at the top, right on the head by Zach Havash (did you mean Zahi Hawass thanks gooogle, much obliged). Pillotto is the oldest elementary school in Moses basket, resentful of Brutus, the oldest of Noah's drunkenness, probably also the oldest of the Rex.
His magic kingdom is a cinema of a country town on a warm summer night ...
That pure American brother
Dull-eyed and empty-faced
out of the cinema and slips one night in early summer of the year one thousand nine hundred.
Night might have been one of the many nights in the summer of that year between the years of lost light.
But a poster for a horror film and fiction is out there from the cinema, imitates (or plagiarism) another poster of a film made history (not in the catalogs of DVDs), Forbidden Planet. Film produced and distributed by MGM in 1956, the writer was inspired by a story by Irving Block and Allen Adler, in turn, free interpretation in the sci-fi drama The Tempest by William Shakespeare. The film is set in the XXIII century, tells the story of the rescue mission of the ship C-57D, live on the planet Altair IV, which had landed on, twenty years earlier, the spaceship Bellerophon. The planet is desert, endless, it seems almost devoid of life, the only human beings are Professor Morbius and his daughter Altaira. Morbius tells the captain of the tragic fate of the members of Bellerophon battered by a mysterious force of nature, and how he was able to escape thanks to the discovery of the technology of the Krell, the ancient inhabitants of the planet mysteriously disappeared millions of years before, in one summer night. Krell technology was capable of generating enough energy to the needs of the entire planet with only the help of thought amplified by a machine. Under the silent on the planet surface extending to a depth dizzying Machine silent, autistic, sometimes a light goes on, the machine recorded the flight of a bee around a flower, the slow unraveling of the clouds in the sky.
the car was the last vestige of the ancient civilization of the Krell, the city with the majestic towers of shining metal no trace was left on the soil of the planet, and there were no pictures of the Krell, one could fantasize about their appearance by observing the shape of a door Krell.
Think of a large triangle with the vertex at the top but the sides of which, before reaching the base, bend angle and also in a manner skewed toward the base. The Summit was about two feet off the ground, and the maximum width of the room was up three. ( * )
Morbius was subjected to a machine support, able to develop intellectual capacity in children Krell late, and was able to increase his intelligence to the point of deciphering the ancient language of the Krell and build a robot capable of synthesizing any substance, natural or artificial, from dark chocolate than milk, Coca-Cola Coca-Cola caffeine free, from the pieces of glass to natural diamonds, barley coffee from sustainable coffee. Robby, the robot that was his name, was endowed with extraordinary strength but still bound by an Act more striking, the law forbade him to do harm to any human being, by Silvio Berlusconi in the Third Aristotle excluded, including.
The captain of the petulant insistence to convince Morbius to return to Earth are inevitably precipitate events, and shake the plot of the story. One night a mysterious invisible to visit the interior of the spaceship and performs an act of sabotage. The next morning a footprint of the creature is derived from the plaster cast. The cast, which was filled with joy at the heart of mystical Physiologist, but also painfully pierced the side of Darwin with a plug, because doubts and misgivings in the minds of the medical board.
Love that envelops the Captain and Altaira Morbius seems to get angry over that mysterious power of the aggressiveness of formless creature. The attacks on the ship one after another, ever more violent and angry. Finally, after a final attack on the ship the creature chooses to hit the big target, Morbius's house, where they are holed up, along with the professor, the Captain and Altaira, it was decided to leave the planet to follow the beloved. Robby, the only active defense against the creature, mysteriously refuses to attack and autofulmina. The three take refuge in the laboratory, protected by impenetrable metal doors of a Krell. While the creature is delving into the Krell metal door, which take hard as a stick of butter Krell Altair's left in the sun in a summer afternoon, Morbius is chased and stabbed by the ruthless application of the Captain, who understood the true nature of the monster (no more shapeless), thanks to the sacrifice of the medical board, hidden , curious as a monkey (or cat) or any scientist worthy of the name or researcher in search of the name, it was referred to the machine support will permanently damage the brain, it is true that curiosity kills the cat this time is the medical leave us a hand, but not before revealing the truth to the Captain. So Morbius discovers that the mysterious creature exterminator Krell civilization had been generated by their own desires unconscious and beast, and amplified by the machine materialized. Poor Krell exterminated in one tragic night in summer, by their nature and animal unconscious repressed and forgotten, like a flower between the pages of a book, in the bottom of the bottom of my heart from their wild ancestors. But there is no longer just about Krell Altair, the professor retorts triumphantly to the Captain, then how to explain the presence of the monster? The captain shakes his head, Morbius is not yet able to face the terrible truth: the monster that killed the crew of the Bellerophon and is now about to enter the laboratory to make them into small pieces is the stuff of dreams and nightmares of the professor. Morbius is the demon of the door.
That night the humanity of that time, light years away, was saved by the courage of a single hero, the solidarity of all (including the back) and also from the cold. All lost in the flood way.
Today, we are much less gullible than people in those days there (before the flood), here we stand at the traffic lights, under un'uggiosa autumn rain, dreaming of the summer, with the raindrops that slip over the umbrellas.
( *) WJ Stuart, The Forbidden Planet , Urania Mondadori, 1977, pp. 105-106.
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