Nuns ~ ~ THE MYSTERY OF
Maybe after having welcomed the nihilism of matrix situationist burying an object drawn in a forest in order to lose it forever, for the greater glory of the inscrutable "useless beauty", the columnist will be asked to do with utilitarianism extremist pro cloistered nuns are closed in a monastery. Already, despite the ecclesiastical innovations, modernized the liturgy, social Christianity, some nuns remain behind bars to shock the positivists ever. This Sunday the Church celebrates the day grateful "Pro Orantibus" and answers the question of controversy: those places are the lungs of Catholicism, because there comes a special prayer to the sky, through their filter and do not breathe the earth is damned. This ancient theory of the ecological balance, the elite of the praying which compensates for the bulk of energy dissipation. We will close for a whole life in the cloister, with much greater radicalism of any aesthetic performance, making pale small ephemeral afflictions of body art and the great passions of romantic torment, it is not a game nor of self, love is the supreme folly, addressed to God That dedication is not opposed to life, the transfiguration, the lights. What do know, however, the followers of all contemplative practices of delights? The mystery of the cloistered hermitage and in general, remains a taboo for modern, locked in cages as they are selfish to their neuroses.
Maybe after having welcomed the nihilism of matrix situationist burying an object drawn in a forest in order to lose it forever, for the greater glory of the inscrutable "useless beauty", the columnist will be asked to do with utilitarianism extremist pro cloistered nuns are closed in a monastery. Already, despite the ecclesiastical innovations, modernized the liturgy, social Christianity, some nuns remain behind bars to shock the positivists ever. This Sunday the Church celebrates the day grateful "Pro Orantibus" and answers the question of controversy: those places are the lungs of Catholicism, because there comes a special prayer to the sky, through their filter and do not breathe the earth is damned. This ancient theory of the ecological balance, the elite of the praying which compensates for the bulk of energy dissipation. We will close for a whole life in the cloister, with much greater radicalism of any aesthetic performance, making pale small ephemeral afflictions of body art and the great passions of romantic torment, it is not a game nor of self, love is the supreme folly, addressed to God That dedication is not opposed to life, the transfiguration, the lights. What do know, however, the followers of all contemplative practices of delights? The mystery of the cloistered hermitage and in general, remains a taboo for modern, locked in cages as they are selfish to their neuroses.
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