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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823</id><updated>2009-11-09T08:22:15.798+01:00</updated><title type="text">akatalēpsía</title><subtitle type="html">o degli infiniti ritorni</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1432</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/akatalepsia" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-3438721310483130101</id><published>2009-10-31T14:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:10:11.805+01:00</updated><title type="text">1436. Avviso ai naviganti</title><summary type="text">Questo "(non)luogo" non è chiuso né chiuderà, anche se ormai ho deciso di trasferirmi quasi in pianta stabile nella &gt;&gt;&gt;foresteria.Uno spazio più a misura del mio percorso attuale.Auguro ogni bene a tutti.C.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/3438721310483130101/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=3438721310483130101&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/3438721310483130101" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/3438721310483130101" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1436-avviso-ai-naviganti.html" title="1436. Avviso ai naviganti" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Suwz7Z-eCmI/AAAAAAAADXk/R9RcExj6DH4/s72-c/La+foresteria..jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-7328993451297537474</id><published>2009-10-24T11:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:53:29.790+02:00</updated><title type="text">1435. L'homme aux semelles de vent</title><summary type="text">I passi di quest'uomo attraverso la vita non lasciavano impronte, perché i suoi piedi erano fatti in modo da conservare le tracce dentro e sotto di sé.Søren KierkegaardEnten Eller</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/7328993451297537474/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=7328993451297537474&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/7328993451297537474" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/7328993451297537474" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1435-lhomme-aux-semelles-de-vent.html" title="1435. L'homme aux semelles de vent" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SuLOcFMqSOI/AAAAAAAADXc/IYCjZ9Krd94/s72-c/L%27homme+aux+semelles+de+vent.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-37782373672328880</id><published>2009-10-22T13:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:18:39.597+02:00</updated><title type="text">1434. L'assenza nell'avvenire presente</title><summary type="text">L'anticipazione dell'avvenire, la proiezione dell'avvenire, accreditate come l'aspetto essenziale del tempo da tutte le teorie da Bergson a Sartre, non sono altro che il presente dell'avvenire e non l'avvenire autentico [...]. L'avvenire è l'altro. La relazione con l'avvenire è la relazione stessa con l'altro. [...] La relazione con altri [autrui] è l'assenza dell'altro; non assenza pura e </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/37782373672328880/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=37782373672328880&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/37782373672328880" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/37782373672328880" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1434-lassenza-nellavvenire-presente.html" title="1434. L'assenza nell'avvenire presente" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SuA_DEwgrRI/AAAAAAAADXU/roDv8TfwWI8/s72-c/L%27assenza+nell%27avvenire+presente.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-1004477394279593403</id><published>2009-10-21T20:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:26:24.511+02:00</updated><title type="text">1433. La memoria lo sa(prà)</title><summary type="text">Ho perso varie cose a Buenos Aires. Per la fretta o la sfortuna, nessuno sa dove siano andate a finire. Me ne sono andato con qualche vestito ed una manciata di fogli.Non mi lamento. Con tante persone perdute, piangere per le cose sarebbe come mancare di rispetto al dolore. Vita nomade. Le cose mi accompagnano e se ne vanno. Le ho di notte, le perdo di giorno. Non sono prigioniero delle cose; </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/1004477394279593403/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=1004477394279593403&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/1004477394279593403" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/1004477394279593403" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1433-la-memoria-lo-sapra.html" title="1433. La memoria lo sa(prà)" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/St9RivLa9cI/AAAAAAAADXM/kNWO9GETkoc/s72-c/La+memoria+lo+sa(pr%C3%A0).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-7408196268330150403</id><published>2009-10-16T13:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:37:38.587+02:00</updated><title type="text">1432. Senso dello Stato</title><summary type="text">Mi trovo proprio nella villa di Scipione l'Africano e mi riposo; intanto ti scrivo dopo aver tributato un atto di adorazione ai suoi Mani e all'altare che, come immagino, preserva i resti di un uomo così grande. Quanto alla sua anima, mi induco a credere che sia tornata in cielo da dove era venuta, non perché fu condottiero di grandi eserciti - ne ebbe anche il folle Cambise, che seppe utilizzare</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/7408196268330150403/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=7408196268330150403&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/7408196268330150403" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/7408196268330150403" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1432-senso-dello-stato.html" title="1432. Senso dello Stato" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SthacQy8XOI/AAAAAAAADW8/WVWhlNoli-k/s72-c/Busto+di+Scipione+detto+l%27Africano.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-9092521565309980061</id><published>2009-10-15T13:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:43:26.286+02:00</updated><title type="text">1431. Quattro passi in buona compagnia</title><summary type="text">Da questo &gt;&gt;&gt;link è possibile accedere a un video (curato dal dipartimento TV dell'Università della California) della serie "Conversation with History". Il protagonista del filmato è Stanley Cavell, interessante ed eclettico filosofo i cui studi sullo scetticismo mi stanno oggi notevolmente appassionando.&gt;&gt;&gt;Qui, invece, è possibile leggere un notevole saggio di Roberto Frega che visualizza </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/9092521565309980061/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=9092521565309980061&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/9092521565309980061" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/9092521565309980061" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1431-quattro-passi-in-buona-compagnia.html" title="1431. Quattro passi in buona compagnia" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/StcI3GTASkI/AAAAAAAADWc/SUpfNZStRVI/s72-c/Stanley+Cavell.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-3890025441480472729</id><published>2009-10-14T15:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:05:38.098+02:00</updated><title type="text">1430. Costellazioni di senso, arabeschi o sequenze (filosofiche)</title><summary type="text">Camilla, allo specchio, a volte, vengono in mente pensieri e storie che si fanno da sé. Sono pensieri e storie, che disegnano percorsi lievi e appena accennati. Con pochi tratti. Costellazioni di senso, arabeschi o sequenze, un po’ con lo stile delle associazioni libere. Guardandomi allo specchio come filosofo, può accadere allora che sia naturale – anche per me - il desiderio di narrare una </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/3890025441480472729/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=3890025441480472729&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/3890025441480472729" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/3890025441480472729" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1430-costellazioni-di-senso-arabeschi-o.html" title="1430. Costellazioni di senso, arabeschi o sequenze (filosofiche)" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/StXLOaVWlHI/AAAAAAAADWM/UeqkSqMtvMQ/s72-c/Costellazioni+di+senso,+arabeschi+o+sequenze....jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-8371759473081222222</id><published>2009-10-13T18:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:58:30.250+02:00</updated><title type="text">1429. Tra Alfa e Omega</title><summary type="text">Sul sito Trentino salute è a disposizione l'intera collezione della rivista quadrimestrale - a indirizzo medico e bioetico -  Punto Omega. Alcuni titoli sono dedicati all'area regionale, ma altri hanno un più ampio respiro, come il n. 12/13 per esempio, oppure l'ultimo (n. 24), nel quale brilla un eccellente articolo di Antonio Autiero (formato .pdf) dedicato al tempo del sapere, a quello del </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/8371759473081222222/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=8371759473081222222&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/8371759473081222222" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/8371759473081222222" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1429-tra-alfa-e-omega.html" title="1429. Tra Alfa e Omega" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/StSxnwUsghI/AAAAAAAADV8/85hcQwkYBMw/s72-c/Alfa+e+Omega.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-857033759053026980</id><published>2009-10-12T23:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:10:59.473+02:00</updated><title type="text">1428. The Last Question</title><summary type="text">...Perché questa è la sfida cruciale per chi voglia essere, nell'analisi della cognizione umana, materialista e monista, senza essere meccanicista, nonché evitare il neo-dualismo proposto dalla filosofia funzionalista: come può il nostro cervello, in cui l'hardware ed il software sono tutt'uno, unità di materia biologica, a suo agio solo nella scatola cranica di un uomo vivente, e vivente nella </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/857033759053026980/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=857033759053026980&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/857033759053026980" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/857033759053026980" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1428-last-question.html" title="1428. The Last Question" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/StOpU4r07MI/AAAAAAAADVU/sj-ZsvRDDMY/s72-c/The+Last+Question.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-4551223851135099259</id><published>2009-10-11T19:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:26:38.092+02:00</updated><title type="text">1427. Per speculum in ænigmate...</title><summary type="text">Ora so perché dal nostro incontro non è potuto nascere nulla di concreto: perché tu, o eri me con tutte le tue forze e quindi sovrabbondante, oppure eri il mio Contro-Io, diventando ovviamente un advocatus diaboli, un doppio pallido e un costante oppositore, senza fondamenta personali. Quanto io possa aver sofferto per tutto questo è difficile da dire, è comunque sarebbe del tutto inutile </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/4551223851135099259/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=4551223851135099259&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/4551223851135099259" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/4551223851135099259" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1427-per-speculum-in-nigmate.html" title="1427. Per speculum in ænigmate..." /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/StIWZE8_hiI/AAAAAAAADVE/SUzc24MotTI/s72-c/Per+speculum+in+%C3%A6nigmate....jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-2491323183497986950</id><published>2009-10-11T02:26:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:40:13.961+02:00</updated><title type="text">1426. La fine infinita</title><summary type="text">Una volta che la parolaha deciso di entrare in rapporto con il mondoinfinita è stata la fine.Karl KrausSprüche und WidersprücheSuhrkamp Verlag, Frankfurt, 1966</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/2491323183497986950/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=2491323183497986950&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2491323183497986950" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2491323183497986950" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1426-la-fine-infinita.html" title="1426. La fine infinita" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/StElTN4h37I/AAAAAAAADU0/JnpntCgf-nQ/s72-c/Hermann+Fenner+Behmer+-+De+Quoi+Ecrire.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-6744707152443393583</id><published>2009-10-04T17:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:24:50.938+02:00</updated><title type="text">1425. Il cerchio vuoto del passato</title><summary type="text">‘Passato’! Che parola stupida!Perché ‘passato’?Passato e puro nulla sono un tutt'uno.E perché allora questo continuo creare?Per travolgerenel nulla quello che è stato creato?‘È passato!’ Come dobbiamoconcepire questa parola?È come non fosse mai statoeppure vi giriamo in tondo, come esistesse.Se fosse per mepreferirei al passatoil vuoto eterno...Johann Wolfgang GoetheFaustvv. 11596-11603</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/6744707152443393583/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=6744707152443393583&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/6744707152443393583" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/6744707152443393583" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1425-il-cerchio-vuoto-del-passato.html" title="1425. Il cerchio vuoto del passato" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Ssi9oMP1bmI/AAAAAAAADUs/DJ8TAq8N3H4/s72-c/Il+cerchio+vuoto+del+passato.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-4440082830783958517</id><published>2009-10-03T13:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:45:26.935+02:00</updated><title type="text">1424. Frammenti di tempo infinito</title><summary type="text">Il tempo non è affatto un concetto discorsivo o - come si dice - generale, bensì una forma pura dell'intuizione sensibile. Tempi differenti sono semplicemente parti di un solo e medesimo tempo. Ma la rappresentazione che può essere data soltanto da un unico oggetto, è intuizione. La proposizione che tempi differenti non potrebbero essere simultanei, inoltre, non si potrebbe dedurre da un concetto</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/4440082830783958517/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=4440082830783958517&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/4440082830783958517" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/4440082830783958517" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1424-frammenti-di-tempo-infinito.html" title="1424. Frammenti di tempo infinito" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Ssc43r7VEPI/AAAAAAAADUk/gYIoAyFRDRM/s72-c/Frammenti+di+tempo+infinito.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-1587756011149669883</id><published>2009-10-02T00:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:45:54.882+02:00</updated><title type="text">1423. Eternità di una sera</title><summary type="text">Le sere che saranno e che sono statesono una sola, inconcepibilmente.Un solo e chiaro cristallo dolenteintangibile al tempo smemorato.Sono lo specchio di questa sera eternache in un cielo segreto si fa tesoro:lo stesso in cui sta il pesce e sta l'aurora,la bilancia, la spada e la cisterna.Ogni archetipo. Ugualmente Plotinoci insegna nei suoi libri (sono nove)che forse nella nostra vita brevesi </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/1587756011149669883/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=1587756011149669883&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/1587756011149669883" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/1587756011149669883" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/10/1423-eternita-di-una-sera.html" title="1423. Eternità di una sera" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SsUwYxtWMtI/AAAAAAAADUc/0OAInAmbOAU/s72-c/Eternit%C3%A0+di+una+sera.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-2055131805237002000</id><published>2009-09-30T23:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:48:21.912+02:00</updated><title type="text">1422. A fuoco</title><summary type="text">"Per un attimo ho voluto..." Cioè, ho provato  un certo sentimento, ho vissuto un'esperienza interna; e me ne ricordo. - E ora ricordatene molto bene! Qui sembra che l'intima esperienza vissuta del volere scompaia ancora una volta. In sua vece ci ricordiamo di pensieri, sentimenti, movimenti, e anche di connessioni con situazioni precedenti.E' come se avessimo cambiato la regolazione di un </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/2055131805237002000/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=2055131805237002000&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2055131805237002000" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2055131805237002000" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1422-fuoco.html" title="1422. A fuoco" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SsPR2sshqcI/AAAAAAAADUU/Ob2n3UYKm4k/s72-c/A+fuoco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-2925310919886667388</id><published>2009-09-29T13:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:05:44.969+02:00</updated><title type="text">1421. L'eau du fleuve, le sang rose des arbres verts...</title><summary type="text">La traversée du Mékong au jardin du Luxembourg[da Le Monde]*Per il titolo: Jean-Arthur Rimbaud - Soleil et chair - v.16</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/2925310919886667388/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=2925310919886667388&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2925310919886667388" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2925310919886667388" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1421-leau-du-fleuve-le-sang-rose-des.html" title="1421. L'eau du fleuve, le sang rose des arbres verts..." /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SsHpMyO8prI/AAAAAAAADUE/bMezZvbFQi8/s72-c/L%27eau+du+fleuve,+le+sang+rose+des+arbres+verts....jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-8982455442167364211</id><published>2009-09-28T19:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:37:10.076+02:00</updated><title type="text">1420. Pagine dal silenzio</title><summary type="text">Quella di Harald dai libri è diventata una vera dipendenza, in senso patologico: l'essenza delle spiegazioni fantastiche che gli scrittori danno del mistero della condizione umana gli permetteva, dopo aver letto fino a notte fonda, di alzarsi al mattino e presentarsi alle riunioni del consiglio di amministrazione. Ricorreva a vecchi libri, li rileggeva: il contesto dell'epoca in cui erano </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/8982455442167364211/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=8982455442167364211&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/8982455442167364211" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/8982455442167364211" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1420-pagine-dal-silenzio.html" title="1420. Pagine dal silenzio" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SsDzOlSwjcI/AAAAAAAADT8/a3RJFh8uWJs/s72-c/Pagine+dal+silenzio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-3977544471111958396</id><published>2009-09-28T00:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:24:13.969+02:00</updated><title type="text">1419. Messaggio</title><summary type="text">Navi di buon carico che varcate il passaggio di Elle,accogliendo nelle vele il bel vento di Borea,se mai sfiorando l'isola di Cos vedrete sulla rivaFanion che spinge lo sguardo sul mare luminoso,ditele queste parole, navi belle: "Ti desidero,e verrò per la strada di terra, non sulle navi".Se direte questo, portando la buona notizia,subito Zeus soffierà favorevole nelle vostre </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/3977544471111958396/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=3977544471111958396&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/3977544471111958396" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/3977544471111958396" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1419-messaggio.html" title="1419. Messaggio" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Sr_eCa0tHQI/AAAAAAAADTk/Hc9lDcmOEfE/s72-c/Messaggio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-260104993753976040</id><published>2009-09-27T13:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:48:41.723+02:00</updated><title type="text">1418. I confini della bellezza</title><summary type="text">Yasunari Kawabata, grazie alle sue parole, ha potuto attraversare i confini della bellezza...Un &gt;&gt;&gt;intenso articolo dedicato all'indimenticato creatore di una delle più limpide e rarefatte forme di letteratura che il mondo abbia mai conosciuto.[da La Silla Prestada]</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/260104993753976040/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=260104993753976040&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/260104993753976040" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/260104993753976040" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1418-i-confini-della-bellezza.html" title="1418. I confini della bellezza" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Sr9QR9IZoAI/AAAAAAAADTc/9neNuTOhS-Q/s72-c/I+confini+della+bellezza.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-74454977134295245</id><published>2009-09-24T13:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:10:42.353+02:00</updated><title type="text">1417. A margine di un pensiero sereno</title><summary type="text">E adesso, a che cosa ti puoi affidare?A una sola cosa; a un'unica cosa: la filosofia.E' lei che ti permetterà di conservarti [...] capace di agire senza intraprendere nulla a caso; [...] libero dal bisogno che altri facciano o non facciano una qualunque cosa...Marco Aurelio AntoninoA se stessoII, 17</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/74454977134295245/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=74454977134295245&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/74454977134295245" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/74454977134295245" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1417-margine-di-un-pensiero-sereno.html" title="1417. A margine di un pensiero sereno" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SrtSEYuT1YI/AAAAAAAADS8/94goa7i33Uc/s72-c/A+margine+di+un+pensiero+sereno.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-2462395445671070597</id><published>2009-09-20T23:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:55:24.158+02:00</updated><title type="text">1416. Scelte (in)consapevoli</title><summary type="text">E perderò cosìanche quest'ultima occasione che mi dai...</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/2462395445671070597/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=2462395445671070597&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2462395445671070597" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2462395445671070597" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1416-scelte-inconsapevoli.html" title="1416. Scelte (in)consapevoli" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Srai6QpfKCI/AAAAAAAADS0/SopsSP1QHqc/s72-c/L%27ultima+occasione.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-7939400693369696625</id><published>2009-09-17T15:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:26:32.420+02:00</updated><title type="text">1415. Dove tutto cambia, tu res(is)ti</title><summary type="text">Gli affetti non si ammalano, non sono aggressibili. E' solo il cervello, la sua chimica e la sua architettura che si alterano, si decompongono, e di conseguenza, generano i sintomi della follia.[...]L'amore può essere imbavagliato, rinchiuso, imprigionato, ma rimane tale, puro, non si ammala, non impazzisce.E' solo la mente, la chimica del cervello, la sua sconnessione, la causa della </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/7939400693369696625/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=7939400693369696625&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/7939400693369696625" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/7939400693369696625" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1415-dove-tutto-cambia-tu-resisti.html" title="1415. Dove tutto cambia, tu res(is)ti" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SrI4FI5m82I/AAAAAAAADSs/XJJ9xnkigvo/s72-c/Dove+tutto+cambia,+tu+res(is)ti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-2163980088410774161</id><published>2009-09-16T23:23:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:32:57.369+02:00</updated><title type="text">1414. La difficile arte del commiato</title><summary type="text">...Un canto che s'udia per li sentieriLontanando morire a poco a poco,Già similmente mi stringeva il core.Giacomo LeopardiLa sera del dì di festa</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/2163980088410774161/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=2163980088410774161&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2163980088410774161" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2163980088410774161" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1414-la-difficile-arte-del-commiato.html" title="1414. La difficile arte del commiato" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/SrFXpBaEfpI/AAAAAAAADSk/BU3GzSuI9Aw/s72-c/La+difficile+arte+del+commiato..jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-2048096742032780308</id><published>2009-09-15T19:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:47:23.315+02:00</updated><title type="text">1413. Appropriazione debita</title><summary type="text">La vita dura troppo poco affinché possiamo vivereun numero significativo di esperienze.E' per questo motivo che è necessario rubarne qualcuna agli altri.Enrique Vila-MatasDesde la ciudad nerviosa</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/2048096742032780308/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=2048096742032780308&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2048096742032780308" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2048096742032780308" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1413-appropriazione-debita.html" title="1413. Appropriazione debita" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Sq_QkSQZpCI/AAAAAAAADSU/N0kWp_zD4iA/s72-c/Appropriazione+debita..jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33009823.post-2893615062038565840</id><published>2009-09-14T14:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:05:46.548+02:00</updated><title type="text">1412. Varchi di sentimento</title><summary type="text">A un tale che diceva: "il sapiente non dovrà innamorarsi: ne fanno fede Menedemo, Epicuro e Alessino", Crisippo rispose: "io mi varrò di questa dimostrazione: se Alessino l'ignorante, Epicuro l'insensibile e Menedemo dicono di no, vuol dire allora che il sapiente dovrà innamorarsi".StobeoEcloghe, IV, 20, 31</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/feeds/2893615062038565840/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33009823&amp;postID=2893615062038565840&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2893615062038565840" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33009823/posts/default/2893615062038565840" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://akatalepsia.blogspot.com/2009/09/1412-varchi-di-sentimento.html" title="1412. Varchi di sentimento" /><author><name>Clelia Mazzini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12525655782788326741</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="00074784196459397534" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rA15I8y2lSU/Sq4jmKHYbPI/AAAAAAAADSE/pKbzheEpKUs/s72-c/Varchi+di+sentimento..jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry></feed>
