Do we shake the hand of nature, or society’s?

Is human being defined by design of nature, or by imprinting of society?

Over the course of the centuries human being has given himself a blanket to cover his definition that inevitably would have become too short: eventually, the baby grew and we would need a new one. Ancient Greeks needed philosophy to explain human restless nature. Christians religion, to explain his wonder and destiny.
Church Counter reform, Renaissance and Enlightenment introduced, each in different ways, reason and nature as a major definition: We got secularism. “God is dead” as Nietzsche said. Science explains human nature by genes, by DNA. Neuroscience tells us that we’re all about neurons and chemical mechanistic reactions. Sociology, psychology and psychoanalysis, at the turn of the last century, imposed the heavy hand of culture and society’s legacy upon us.

But somehow, all these answers always provide with fulfilling but temporary definitions, until the next one comes up. Nowadays, globalization provides new cognitive elements for the mind to define their psyche: Internet and media convergence provide a cognitive platform for the brain to work on an horizontal level, rather than on a “vertical” one, an in-depth analysis belonging to the “Guttenberg” era: we “surf” on Internet. we work by links. The same show can be watched on different platforms, like Internet, cells, TV, i pods, video games. Kids’ attention, as well TV audience’s attention spam, remarkably shrinks in light of a growing brain’s ability to juggle multitasks activities  as we simultaneously text, listening to the i-pod, while downloading a video from youtube. 
Do children  grow up with a different use of the brain? How does this affect our definition of human being ?

With such boost of  secularism made of technology and science, human being is able to find lots of brand new answers to ancient and atavic existential questions. Nevertheless, contextually, such a sudden boost of technology scares us, paradoxically bringing us to look for comforting answers away from reality. Like  religion.
In the US, president Bush won the second term election because of the so called bible belt’s vote.
In the Middle East, terrorism (too often, with the aid and support of heads of state) exploits and speculates on Muslim religion to leverage poor people to attack western countries, whereas, in reality, Muslim religion is a peaceful one.
In any case, whether for political or existential reasons, religion seems to have a major come back. If you look up on IMDB.com, amidst the overall top 10 rank in movies, ” The passion” is the only actual movie about a real fact. All the rests are mostly cartoons, like Shrek. People feel lost, unsettle within a scary and confusing reality and in need of a shelter, something that doesn’t make them think. Unless it’s religion.
After political ideologies definitely died after the Berlin wall fall, after Fukuyama’s “end of history”, the pope, regardless of your religion, or appreciation for him, is objectively the only  “ideological leader” capable to gather thousands of people.
So my question is, how do we redefine human being in the wake of such a golden age of post- secularism, where, on one hand, technology and science have improved human life and discovered the apparent real nature of human behavior and design,  and on the other hand, God may have not been dead, but actually “resuscitated”, because of the paradoxical people’s sense of confusion and fear about current modern high tech society?

Skinless

Skinless, as an open wound that never heals, sensing the inevitable touch of the world, every blow, every poke, every whisper that inexorably becomes a storm as it grazes it, a sharp knife penetrating into the exposed nerves, like a tight grip that hits your stomach, that chokes your throat, impeding you to breath, but that, just because of that,  paradoxically makes you feel more alive and alert than anybody else around you.

It’s writing: Cursed and gifted companion whose empathy we dwell on, as our words finally lie on that wound as a temporary veil of relief, too thin though to keep us from sensing and feeling the outside touch of the world that eventually will blow its wonder and splendor upon us again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCFbKEVzlOo

Dedicated to all of those always inspiring me with their talent and courage to constantly search and pursue a new road that ultimately will lead to a “beautiful montage of experience, friendship and creativity”.

The NYC marathon in 13 hours

And here we go. About 13 hours to go for the new york city marathon. Now, it’s 8 40 pm and just had lots of pasta. And I mean a lot. a pack only for me. ..One of the main reasons why I’m doing all this!

I’m going to bed in about 2 hours. Wake up call at 4:15 am. I gotta catch the marathon bus to Staten Island at 5:45, one hour earlier, because of the construction works on the Verazzano bridge.

Then, wait for a few hours amidst concerts and tons of people and at 10:10am we finally start. Well, it takes about 10/15 minutes to actually start from the real start that activates the chip I will be wearing on my shoes. It takes some human traffic to have 38,000 runners to start their dreams becoming true. So at approximately 10:30 I’ll be really hitting the road: Staten Island, Brooklin, Queens, Manahttan and Harlem, Bronx and back to Manhattan, Central Park and the arrival at the “Tavern on the Green”.

I can’t wait. http://www.nycmarathon.org/home/index.php

A clown’s job

He takes a long and proud bow before rushing behind the curtains’ red majesty. At least, in his mind he’s allowed to do that; a clown can never cry before the public,  or the dripping tears against his white make up would wash away his mask of happiness, the sole altruistic purpose of his existence. So he laughs instead and when he does it,  his two cheeks blow up like two puffy balls lining up with the bigger red one, the round, funny nose, practically a declaration of joy for all the kids still believing in the world’s smile. Like Santa Claus’s white bird, a clown’s red nose is there to cover all the world’s underneath lies about human being’s cruelty. No, they actually don’t exist. That’s why clowns laugh, to believe that every night there’s still an audience willing to accept his smiling world as the curtains’ red majesty opens up again.