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O carro é o objeto de consumo mais desejado pela sociedade. A publicidade fala do automóvel como um direito universal, uma conquista democrática. Se fosse verdade e todos pudessem se transformar em felizes proprietários desse meio de transporte, o planeta sofreria de morte &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/11/tio-buddha.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04ESH45eSp7ImA9WxRWEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-2596133265761231591</id><published>2008-10-27T11:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:58:29.021-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T11:58:29.021-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="política" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eleições" /><title>Ressaca da eleição</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/2596133265761231591/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=2596133265761231591" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/2596133265761231591?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/2596133265761231591?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/8NDyViNGJYA/ressaca-da-eleio.html" title="Ressaca da eleição" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Começo com uma confissão: não gosto de política. Em especial, não gosto do cenário político do meu país. Possivelmente, essa é a opinião da maioria dos brasileiros. Lugar comum, portanto. Porém, não é razão suficiente para nos desobrigar de nossas responsabilidades enquanto cidadãos. Isso é o óbvio - ou deveria ser. Mas é preciso estômago de avestruz e muito Sonrisal para acompanhar o desenrolar &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/10/j-traiu-ou-foi-trado-hoje.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIFQHc7cCp7ImA9WxRXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-6523993530400431446</id><published>2008-10-14T19:48:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:48:31.908-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-14T19:48:31.908-03:00</app:edited><title>Um outro retorno</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/6523993530400431446/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=6523993530400431446" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/6523993530400431446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/6523993530400431446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/K8AR5w1wTfM/um-outro-retorno.html" title="Um outro retorno" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Faz tempo que não escrevo nada aqui. Setenta e quatro dias para ser mais preciso. Sinto inclusive uma certa culpa por essa ausência prolongada. Tenho até evitado olhar para o botão na barra de favoritos do meu navegador (Firefox, claro!) que me traz a este blog... Um pouco de culpa pode até ser útil para nos lembrar das coisas com as quais nos comprometemos mas que, por um motivo ou outro, &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-outro-retorno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08GSH44eSp7ImA9WxdUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-7898779058731699636</id><published>2008-08-01T11:37:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:43:49.031-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T11:43:49.031-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parques" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coisas da vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>Sobre deuses e parques de diversões</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/7898779058731699636/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=7898779058731699636" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/7898779058731699636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/7898779058731699636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/v21_fyZpqLQ/sobre-deuses-e-parques-de-diverses.html" title="Sobre deuses e parques de diversões" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Montanha-Russa gentilmente cedido por Rodrigo FeistauerDomingo último fui a um parque diversões junto com minha esposa e sua irmã caçula. Já que estava lá mesmo deixei meu lado criança emergir e apesar de já ter almoçado abundantemente fui dar uma volta na montanha russa. Claro que não era nada que se comparasse àquelas gigantes que vez ou outra vejo na tv. Eu diria que numa escala de 1 a 10 de &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/08/sobre-deuses-e-parques-de-diverses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4GQHY4eip7ImA9WxdVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-5638934959837514809</id><published>2008-07-18T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:22:01.832-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-18T11:22:01.832-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="interdependência" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="realidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>Realidade</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/5638934959837514809/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=5638934959837514809" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5638934959837514809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5638934959837514809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/Qi3t7dYOUhM/realidade.html" title="Realidade" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Costumava-se acreditar que conhecer o nome de alguma coisa significava ter poder sobre ela. Vemos isso na Bíblia quando Deus leva um representante de cada espécie animal perante a Adão para que este lhe dê um nome e assim estabeleça seu domínio sobre a natureza.Nomear é também definir - impor limites. É seccionar a realidade em fragmentos que podemos submeter ao nosso entendimento. Isto é &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/07/realidade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDRn8-eip7ImA9WxdVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-5015099825392422640</id><published>2008-07-14T13:09:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:22:57.152-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-14T13:22:57.152-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fanatismo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liberdade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religião" /><title>Ameaça ou aviso</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/5015099825392422640/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=5015099825392422640" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5015099825392422640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5015099825392422640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/yvuBPSYbbS4/ameaa-ou-aviso.html" title="Ameaça ou aviso" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">General Heathen says "HELL AWAITS YOU" gentilmente cedido por The Voice of EyePor motivos particulares - os quais quem me conhece sabe bem quais são - vez por outra acabo num culto evangélico. O que deve parecer estranho. Afinal, quem acompanha esse blog (alguém por aí?) já deve ter detectado minhas inclinações budistas. Na verdade, acho que posso me considerar um verdadeiro ponto de interseção &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/07/ameaa-ou-aviso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYDQnk-eCp7ImA9WxdQFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-9056355631232705455</id><published>2008-06-16T16:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:56:13.750-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-16T16:56:13.750-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paraíso" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="céu" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="salvação" /><title>Qual o preço do paraíso?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/9056355631232705455/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=9056355631232705455" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/9056355631232705455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/9056355631232705455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/xQJE5A6eW80/qual-o-preo-do-paraso.html" title="Qual o preço do paraíso?" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">What Price Paradise? gentilmente cedido por The Other PeteFalta alguma coisa na nossa vida. Acho que todos temos essa sensação. Sofremos de uma profunda insatisfação que nos urge a tentar preenchê-la com toda sorte de prazeres. É como se houvesse no fundo de nosso ser um buraco de forma indefinida que a cada instante engole uma pequena parcela de nós mesmos. A incapacidade de compreender e &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/06/qual-o-preo-do-paraso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IARX89eCp7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-5340391866832337484</id><published>2008-06-11T10:12:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:39:04.160-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-11T10:39:04.160-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mercantilização" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="espiritualidade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>Se eu encontrasse a Verdade, patentearia, engarrafaria e vendia baratinho</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/5340391866832337484/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=5340391866832337484" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5340391866832337484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5340391866832337484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/Dglh1PESASc/se-eu-encontrasse-verdade-patentearia.html" title="Se eu encontrasse a Verdade, patentearia, engarrafaria e vendia baratinho" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">The truth gentilmente cedido por chartno3Não é isso que a boa parte das religiões tentam fazer? Nos vender uma suposta verdade a preço de banana? São diferentes embalagens e marcas, mas sempre o mesmo rótulo. Mas o produto nunca é autêntico. O pior é que nesses casos não dá para acionar o PROCON. Afinal, o produto é invisível e a moeda de compra - nossa alma - imaterial! Que fazer então? Como &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/06/metablogging.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCR3ozfyp7ImA9WxdQEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-5324974217960324443</id><published>2008-06-09T09:21:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:41:06.487-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-10T18:41:06.487-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="posts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="metablogging" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escrevendo" /><title>Posts não têm fim</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/5324974217960324443/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=5324974217960324443" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5324974217960324443?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5324974217960324443?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/arBE0IzbODY/posts-no-tm-fim.html" title="Posts não têm fim" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">A primeira versão de um post é sempre uma droga.Obter um texto decente, que mereça ser publicado, é um processo que toma tempo. Ao menos comigo é assim.Escrevo, reviso, copio, apago, colo, reescrevo, reviso novamente, tomo um café, apago tudo e escrevo de novo... Até finalmente encontrar um bom texto legal - observe: "legal", não "ótimo", ainda não consegui um "ótimo". Eventualmente acabo ficando&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/06/posts-no-tm-fim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08MSHc4eip7ImA9WxdUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-3825426362096360358</id><published>2008-06-07T11:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:44:49.932-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T11:44:49.932-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="acidente" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dedinhos do pé" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coisas da vida" /><title>O dia que acertei na quina</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/3825426362096360358/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=3825426362096360358" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3825426362096360358?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3825426362096360358?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/VTDEnd0Dw5A/o-dia-que-acertei-na-quina.html" title="O dia que acertei na quina" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><content type="html">Broken Toe gentilmente cedido por mstocksAntes de ontem acertei o dedinho do meu pé esquerdo na quina do sofá. Doeu um bocado. Quem já passou por esta experiência sabe como é.Dizem que no próximo degrau evolucionário da humanidade esta pequenina parte de nossa anatomia tende a desaparecer dado a sua importância insignificante. Mas, a despeito disso, naquele instante, meu pobre dedinho se tornou &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-dia-que-acertei-na-quina.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EBR308eCp7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-8644815347671973396</id><published>2008-06-06T21:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:40:56.370-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-11T10:40:56.370-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="materialismo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="espiritualismo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>Ser e Ter</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/8644815347671973396/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=8644815347671973396" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/8644815347671973396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/8644815347671973396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/6AwlyLGP3Jk/ser-e-ter.html" title="Ser e Ter" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">DSC07316 gentilmente cedido por terry j allenDois verbos, dois modos de ver o mundo."Ter" envolve o acúmulo de bens, a busca pela tranquilidade material. Logo, volta-se para objetos exteriores a nós. Semanticamente, dá a idéia de que a posse - o ato de ter - é transitória, em algum momento perderemos aquilo que possuímos. Esta palavra passa também uma sensação de que o objeto é mantido sob nossa &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/06/ser-e-ter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ENSHY6eyp7ImA9WxRbGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-6259464682792007767</id><published>2008-06-06T19:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:21:39.813-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-09T14:21:39.813-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consciência" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tristeza" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="iluminação" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="raiva" /><title>Estados de consciência</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/6259464682792007767/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=6259464682792007767" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/6259464682792007767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/6259464682792007767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/uEjZ7XjeWJU/estados-de-conscincia.html" title="Estados de consciência" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NfHxwRA6VzI/SEm_OQoEpOI/AAAAAAAAACw/LOXItLMdM4U/s72-c/amor.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/06/estados-de-conscincia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFSH89fip7ImA9WxdRFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-3084465969861860691</id><published>2008-06-03T10:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:26:59.166-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-03T10:26:59.166-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mundo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>Mundo em crise</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/3084465969861860691/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=3084465969861860691" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3084465969861860691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3084465969861860691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/HE-PB8I1iHI/mundo-em-crise.html" title="Mundo em crise" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Parece que o mundo caminha para uma crise insolúvel.Há até quem diga que é chegado o momento do fim. As engrenagens do Apocalipse foram postas em movimento e agora só resta aguardar o esperado cumprimento das profecias.De minha parte, não creio que seja ainda o fim. É uma crise, só isso. Uma crise que é conseqüência direta de problemas menores que se acumularam ao longo do tempo. Uma crise que é &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/06/mundo-em-crise.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMRns9eSp7ImA9WxdREks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-6275436230938371839</id><published>2008-05-31T15:54:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T15:56:27.561-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-31T15:56:27.561-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="intolerância religiosa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="religião" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vídeos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="engraçado" /><title>Um debate religioso típico</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/6275436230938371839/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=6275436230938371839" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/6275436230938371839?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/6275436230938371839?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/wvG5fr58W6Y/um-debate-religioso-tpico_510.html" title="Um debate religioso típico" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">O chato é que há bastante verdade nisso.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-debate-religioso-tpico_510.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYGQXY_fyp7ImA9WxdREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-3336011870754069040</id><published>2008-05-30T18:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:32:00.847-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-30T18:32:00.847-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa" /><title>Não sei quantas almas tenho - Fernando Pessoa</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/3336011870754069040/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=3336011870754069040" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3336011870754069040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3336011870754069040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/hnygDqTZ0Ts/no-sei-quantas-almas-tenho-fernando.html" title="Não sei quantas almas tenho - Fernando Pessoa" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><content type="html">Não sei quantas almas tenho.Cada momento mudei.Continuamente me estranho.Nunca me vi nem acabei.De tanto ser, só tenho alma.Quem tem  alma não tem calma.Quem vê é só o que vê,Quem sente não é quem é,Atento ao que sou e vejo,Torno-me eles e não eu.Cada meu sonho ou desejoÉ do que nasce e não meu.Sou minha própria paisagem;Assisto à minha passagem,Diverso, móbil e só,Não sei sentir-me onde &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/05/no-sei-quantas-almas-tenho-fernando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ECSH8zeyp7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-1396421090970872191</id><published>2008-05-30T12:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:41:09.183-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-11T10:41:09.183-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deus" /><title>Onde está Deus?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/1396421090970872191/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=1396421090970872191" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/1396421090970872191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/1396421090970872191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/ic_Q8WTOWCo/onde-est-deus.html" title="Onde está Deus?" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Lotus_Flower_IMGP7707b gentilmente cedido por Bahman FarzadNunca esta pergunta pareceu tão vívida e relevante. O deus cuja idade e sabedora seriam incomensuráveis, cujas a alvíssima barba se derramaria para além da realidade; aquele deus cujo amor e ódio deveriam ser insuperáveis; ele, o deus infinito, agoniza silêncio. Quem sabe já esteja morto a tempos e tudo que resta de sua eterna grandeza &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/05/onde-est-deus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBSHw6eip7ImA9WxdREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-3532653215104841952</id><published>2008-05-28T20:14:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T13:02:39.212-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-30T13:02:39.212-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="viagens" /><title>Ovelhas, bodes e outros bichos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/3532653215104841952/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=3532653215104841952" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3532653215104841952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/3532653215104841952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/Jby84pD-BfU/ovelhas-bodes-e-outros-bichos.html" title="Ovelhas, bodes e outros bichos" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Se tem um coisa que não sou é ovelha! Se fosse seria das pretas, das bem pretinhas mesmo, daquelas que desaparecem de noite e se destacam de dia.Também não me identifico com bodes. Na verdade, tenho pena do bode. É um dos animais mais injustiçados da natureza. Frequentemente associado com o capeta ou com a culpa dos outros. Nesse quesito, o bode só perde mesmo é para a cobra - a grande culpada da&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/05/ovelhas-bodes-e-outros-bichos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EDQ3g9fSp7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-676241049067613344</id><published>2008-05-27T18:59:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:41:12.665-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-11T10:41:12.665-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="liberdade" /><title>Verdade e Liberdade</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/676241049067613344/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=676241049067613344" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/676241049067613344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/676241049067613344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/0kxZFSw-00g/verdade-e-liberdade.html" title="Verdade e Liberdade" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html"> gentilmente cedido por SameliA Verdade não conhece limites ou restrições, só ela concede liberdade real.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/05/heresia-e-liberdade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGRXc8fyp7ImA9WxdSFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-5582694915165574276</id><published>2008-05-22T21:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:18:44.977-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-22T22:18:44.977-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sonhos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="temores" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>Medo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/5582694915165574276/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=5582694915165574276" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5582694915165574276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5582694915165574276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/sNOoiXV4ajk/medo.html" title="Medo" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">Eu tinha o mesmo sonho frequentemente. Bem, não era exatamente o mesmo todas as vezes, havia algumas variações. Mas o tema principal não mudava: eu estava em minha casa, quando me dava conta que alguém tentava invadi-la. Queria gritar em busca de socorro, mas embora fizesse um esforço tremendo minha voz simplesmente não saía. A sensação de impotência e aflição perdurava até eu que eu despertasse &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/2008/05/medo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AGRXs_fSp7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17092674.post-5401913184944129159</id><published>2008-05-21T11:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:42:04.545-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-11T10:42:04.545-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="medo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="temores" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexões" /><title>Meus cinco maiores medos</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vidrotransparente.blogspot.com/feeds/5401913184944129159/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17092674&amp;postID=5401913184944129159" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5401913184944129159?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17092674/posts/default/5401913184944129159?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Vidro/~3/zbhJy2fEeQk/meus-cinco-maiores-medos.html" title="Meus cinco maiores medos" /><author><name>Guto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00001425402627130144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="04460211603348507702" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><content type="html">fear of falling through the ice gentilmente cedido por Paul GrandMorteAcho que o que mais tenho medo na vida é a morte. Isso é bem lugar comum, sei disso, afinal, quase todos sofremos dessa aflição de uma forma ou de outra. Desde sempre, o temor da morte tem sido o grande motivador das obras humanas. As religiões são o maior exemplo disso. O paradoxal é que este medo pode acabar sufocando &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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