cast a circle

I met a girl called Amanda Oldring, and she wrote me something in my travelbook that i have been reading and rereading over and over again. So i thought maybe others could like it too. I asked for permission, and she never answered, so maybe in a few days that will disappear, but then again there is always Google’s cache. Consider this the first “guest post” in this blog!

The hardest cages to unlock are the ones we build inside ourselves. Freedom is the route achieved by sacrificing security, and can only be hard-won within the self. The key to escape entrapment, then, is enpowerment, the key to isolation is genuine connection. When we know ourselves, and love ourselves, we experience freedom in moments, despite wordly ties. In these moments, we cast a circle that draws others into us — and through this we achieve connection.

Love — Breath — Connect — Grow — Accept

with all in life.

at last the desert

Leaving Lima, you can already see the dunes, so i began to feel like i was getting there. There was a house being eaten by the dunes. In Huacachina, i saw the open bled for the first time. The hostel manager tells me it goes for 40 Km. Even though this place was really touristy, it was a lot of fun going through the dunes, mostly because the driver was very funny (but Canoa Quebrada’s ride is a lot more wild).

But then i came to Nasca. And here… Well, here they don’t even have slanted rooftops. I love it. I do.

we are borg!

Yesterday, talking to Sarah Baker, i was led to saying that we humans are not computers, something in which i mostly believe. But i also think that, in another sense, we are not more than computers: we are physical systems, just as computers are.

war and our world

I’ve today went to the Museo de la Nacion in Lima, Peru. (Have i forgotten telling you i’m in Peru? Well, i had the best reason ever!) Anyway, the visit is awesome, in my forthcoming post about how maths is silly there will be a photo of me there with a quipu. Lots of Precolombino things there, but what was completely breathtaking was the exhibit about Terrorism.

As it turns out, Terrorism in Peru is the word for civil war, or more precisely to a kind of civil war that developed here in the 80s and 90s. Two left-oriented groups, the Sendero Luminoso and the MRTA created a lot of unrest and violence. I do not know nearly enough about such events to comment about anything, but i have a few musings about violence, war, and our lives.