Fears of the Future?

I've been working as a journalist for years. I officially started in 1992 but I'm pretty sure to say I was born journalist. When I was 9 I used to write and designing a newspaper about soccer every day after my school day.

However, I officially started in 1992 when the "Messaggero" newspaper published an article of mine. I've been walking through these years working for many newspapers in Italy and in the US, I've changed my style moving up to the editor-in-chief position creating a lot of magazines bringing them to the highest level. 

Now I'm about to change everything. I'm on the verge to change what I've done for 37 years to move on somewhere else. And somewhat else. 

Latest news: one of the magazines I use to work with has been sold. I'm not a seer, but I guess the others will follow the same doom. Is it good? Sure, a big chapter of my life is closing. 

I can't say it's a whole book because of I could start over working as journalist somewhere else, maybe abroad.

I'm working a lot on my English language. I know it's not perfect, I know I'm still making a lot mistakes while I write on this blog but if you read posts I wrote a couple of months ago and you compare them to what I'm writing now, you know, you can find a big difference. It'm not perfect but it's quite better, and this is the first step onto one of the patterns that will bring me to the Future.

I'm on the left side of a river. I see my Future on the other side but between us there is a river. It's a big, strong, wild river. I look at it and I ask to myself: what am I doing to across?

A lot. Whilst I see my old city (my first 37 years) becoming every day farther, I'm working on my boats which will help me to across the river. 

Now, it doesn't matter the items of these boats, the issue is: am I ready to go over? Am I ready to step forward? Am I ready to start over?

I guess anyone is really ready to start something new, I think people just jump into the future and than, whatever happens will make our personal history.

I'm not on this mood yet. I'm still stuck on the left side of the river. But I feel that fire, the energy that moves the world, is just raising up inside me. Will it be sufficient to move on? 

I'm pretty sure. 

Anybody is ready to start. It's just a question of jumpin in. But any jump is going to be good without the Energy. And I'm starting to feel it....

Fears of Future? No, excited by the unknown Future.

Spice Girls against the world. They're over, unfortunally

I'll always keep the late 90s with much feelings on my memories because there was one of my first professional starts. I had already been a journalist when I moved to Rome for starting over in a young media company specialized in teen magazines. It was the 1997's and something was about to happen. We were in the midst of a new sunrise in pop music with artists as Britney Spears, Ricky Martins, the Backstreet Boys and mainly the English pop group 'Spice Girls' that overcomed the world with their joyous, jolly scream 'Girl power'. Victoria, Mel B, Mel C, Emma and Geri were five youngsters with no fear to go against the English traditions (as when Geri touched the Prince Charles' royal butt) or the worldwide prejudices.

15 years after we are over them, and they still fight prejudices, but actually they have lost.

Last March there was the 'Viva Forever' musical debut in London, based on their songs. After just a couple of months the producer announced she'll cut off the show.

Even thought who has seen it during these months has liked it a lot, there have been a lot of bad reviews by critics that axed the show. For them it is rubbish, but if we go to read their columns we just find they don't write about the show or its quality, rather about the Spice girls' music which is still considered junk music.

This is really grated on because you can like or not a musical genre or singer but if you must review a show you should rate the direction, the actors' performances on the stage and so forth.

Just to know, in London there is the 'Let it be' musical based on Beatles' songs. Well, it had been good reviewed by critics but you must know it's not a 'musical', it's a normal concert played by a normal cover band (as other millions wherever in the world) that just sings songs wore as Beatles used to wear. Stop. No script, no acting, no show, just a concert. For them this is 'outstanding'.

I saw the 'Viva forever' show two nights ago and I must say it's funny, brilliant and even symphatetic. If I gotta find a problem I just can point out the acting style (too much cartooned) and on the story: here we have the same producer of 'Mamma mia' musical and her hand is evident: we have a bad relationship between a young girl and her mother too. The same message underneath the other worldwide acclaimed show.

'Viva Forever' is fine food for Spice's fans  but it's interesting even for others.

It's a mock of modern talent shows (who says 'x factor'?) where a judge decides to split up a group of 4 girls to transform one of them into a star. The judge hardly works on her, creating fake gossips, a fake identity and a fake look only to make money.

If critics had been more attentive they could even find a critic from the show to the Spice Girls' original business itself.

The show will end up at the end of June. After, it will be a part of the history and I'm sorry if you'll have lost it, I'm not. I saw it and it was great.

(SHORT STORY) If you are

It wasn't a good moment to me. I woke up early that morning because of my sorrow. Cecilia had just ditched me the day before and I was devastated about it. I don't know where I found the energies to arise from the bed, wearing the first clothes I found around and just moved out. I was utterly mixed up, with my rowdy hair, the unlight glimpse, and the one-week-beard rambling around my thoughtful way. I felt myself as a used, dirty wipe with no motivation to do anything else than just having a big, strong, cup of coffee.

I was absent on the road.

My mind just came back to the evening before, the nightmare one. 

She was in front of me, looking at me with her huge, shiny eyes. Her flushy chicks, her irresistible mole, just a little maroon point above her left eyebrow drawn by God in person to let people focusing their attention to her celestial eyes, a stunning blue ones where you can dip into till being drowned on her soul. Sunken.

She looked at me, but her expression wasn't as good as usual. She had disappeared the days before: I phoned her, I went to her house, I wrote emails, texts to her but nothing, I had desperately sought her until she called to me to arrange a date. 'A meeting' as she said.

'We must talk'.

Sitting in the same bar where we used to go the sound of her voice wasn't as charmed as it generally was. She muttered something like 'I've thought a lot about us...' or 'I'm not so polite to deserve such a stunner as you...' and something like that, but I couldn't figure out till the atomic bomb she swoop on me:

'I slept with another guy and I assume I'm falling in love with him'...

What had happened from that moment I can't say but I only remember the scariest time for a lover when she got rid of my number from her mobile.

'I'm so much respectful of you, I must do it, it's over....'

I always remember the crispy roughness of that last 'r'........

Finally I found a 'Starbucks' and I came in. Waiters' smiles seemed so enjoying and this tackled to the mine, compelled, one. I ordered a tall Americano and I beared my cup on the chair close to the big, beamed wind.

I looked at outside. It was rainy and people run in haste. Everybody run and this was in contrast with the little white bag which have been fluttered into the air by the wind's breath. As if Good wanted me to focus my attention to the small white part of our dark, deep, chilled life.

I wondered if people could comprehend how terrible a life can be. Why people like to love if they must suffer after?

Suddenly, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw a girl about thirty. 

'May I sit on this chair or...'

I even didn't know there were others, but I saw one just near me and I nooded. She sat down and I could feel her warmth, her smell, and if I closed my eyes and was really attentive I could even feel her thoughts.

'Do you know how does the internet connection work here?'

I came back to me for a while and I explained how to connect the mobile to her and I was able to see her better.

A squared face with some flaws and a pair of small brown eyes: she had a Japanese charming whilst she was American.

I came back to my coffee and to my sadness for the next 24 hours or maybe it's how much it seemed to me.

My deep memories with Cecilia were snagged for the second time by this girl.

'Excuse me, I know I'm disturbing you, but I really need an help. May I ask you for doing me a favour?'

'Sure'

'I know it's a weird request, but might you come along with me to the restroom? I'm claustrophobic and I can't lock the door, so if you could control nobody comes in...'

'As in the school'

'Exactly! Please...'

'Needless to say. Let's go'

I let my coffee on the table and I came along with her. The restroom was occupied and so we enjoyed a talk. After a little of chitchat she dipped into a more intimate row and she explained me she came to London after she had been cheaten on by her fiancee. She told me she had found a therapist here who was working on letting her emotions flew away trying to get her life and her mind back with a new method: she should do everything her mind ordered to her without any filters. For just 1 month. She swore me it was working fine even though she had just undertaken it.

It was interesting and my ongoing attentive mind was just wondering if I could arrange an interview with this therapist when the restroom door was opened. An elderly man came out a bit astonished by our presence. 

'Ok, it's my turn. So, don't let anybody come in, right?'

'Right! I'm gonna be your watchdog!'

She came in. I was alone, again, but now I had a different mood as if something were gonna change.

'Excuse me, could you come in? I assume that guy didn't know how to flush... I'm worn, don't worry', and the door was opened ahead of me. She was doing something on the toilet:

'Holy shit, what a fucking mess! It's disgusting! Please, help me with this fucking toilet paper...'

Once I was in the restroom she jumped quickly behind me, she lock the door and hug me with her arms. She kissed me.

I was stuck. I only felt her tongue whirling inside me.

'I must do whatever I want and now I want you to have sex with me' she claimed.

She triggered a sexual strip ahead of me. She took off her shirt showing off a black bra with little pink lines and a purple butterfly. I looked at her tits squeezed in the bra. My attention was called to by a thread that dropped by her teenage pink underpants. Her skirt was already on the floor and now she was almost nude in front of me.

'Look at me. Do I like you?'

I stared at her, my breath was hold it back in my lungs. My hands trembled and a lot of shivers run away up and down on my skin wherever on my body.

What was happening to me?

I couldn't figure out and I even didn't have the time to because she took off my soup-stained-shirt before touching my nipples and my abdominals. Then, she went on her knees to open my pants. I was in a dirty and stink public bathroom with only my underpants on and an almost nude girl, one in front of the other.

She undertook taking her bra off letting me to see the most perfect breast I've ever seen on my entiere life. Then she strip her underpants as well, and it was stunning! There were no hair on her body under her neck. Outstanding!

She kissed me again and again, on a so passionated way I suddenly turned on. She slashed my underpants with a single move and descend on my sex to enjoy it as a newborn does with his breastfeeding. 

Everything lasted just few minutes but they were stirring! 

After, we wore our clothes on and we went out. Anybody in the bar had noticed anything. 

She thanked me a lot before getting away in the street. She didn't give her phone number or real name to me because she wasn't interested in falling in love again and so early. She was concerned I could be the One, and she didn't want to. 

I was outside the 'Starbucks', alone, but II felt me really different.

I was in the same place, just few minutes later a ghost had come into.

That ghost is a new man now, and if I got me back I'd have to thank this misterious girl descend on me from somewhere to save me. With sex.

Thank you, wherever you are. If you are.

English, a game to win

I'm so excited about my next steps. I dunno what I can expect for my future and this thrills me and it frights me meantime.

I'm working a lot on improving my English and I feel more confident handling it. This was my goal before coming in London and I admit I can easily watch English language movies and reading English books. I need more time, more experience to say I'm fine with but I feel I'm on the right pattern. 

I'm gonna work on it, even in the class I'm about to attend next friday. 

This professional course is about Coaching, a job I really love and it'll be completely in English, of course. Will it be easy? I don't think so, I'm also a but scared of it because I risk to go there and being with no-breath for the whole time, looking at these guys moving their mouths without understanding 'em. As a fish on its bowl looks at outside.

I must be a wally, but this 10-days group is what I've been waiting for months. I will test my English more than 10 hours a day for 10 days and it'll be very hard for my mind and for my English. 

Cool! I've always tought we can improve if we test us in an uncomfortable situation and sunken in strong ones.

Am I going to harm myself? Dunno, but it's what I must undertake to take over me.

Maybe it's my last chance to work hardly on my skills. If it is fine, after I'll be ready to work wherever in the world. US? UK? Dunno, but I can't ask for something good without a good English. And I wannabe a star of my life, not a secondary partner, not a bungle actor. 

I'm gonna strive for it, I stick to my ideas and to my skills. I'm stubborn, I'll do it.

It's strain, I know, it's a struggle to face it up thoroughly to drop out as a winner.

I know, somebody could find last lines a bit romped down me but I need to foster myself.

I know what I can do and I know what I can catch up with. I just have to let me go, to let me coming up and I'll see where my life's gonna bear me. 

I don't like to beef, I don't mock and I'm not joking. Life is a game to play seriously. And I wanna win.

We live into a social pyramid

It's the idea inside Nick Hornby's novel 'About a boy': 'we live in the top of a social pyramid made by all people we know. If one of this gets away we must take him over with somebody else. The stronger the feeling we have, more stable the pyramid is. So, if you lose a brick of your pyramid, go to find someone else quickly'.

Is it really true?

Let's think about it. Everyone of us has got thousands friends or just acquaintances, but only few of them are really bound with us. These people are our familiars, our friends, our colleagues and our bosses and all of them gel our pyramid and our social life altogheter.

So is Hornby right?

I don't think so.

This people complete my pyramid but everyone of them has a different bear on me. I'm gonna score them with a number from 1 (non interested) to 10 (he's even more important than me).

For example. 

- My wife: 10

- My brother: 9

- My friend Piace: 7

and so on till a friend I don't hang anymore but I used to go with. As a former fiancée, for instance: 1.

Every one has a number and this number has been made by his behaviours with me or by his thoughts or by the idea I got of him.

What if a 8 gets away? Can I take him over with a 4? Or a 6? Of course not.

Whether a 10 flies away from me (as my sister died last year) I must realize she's not with me at first, then I can reshape mypyramid increasing numbers of somebody or allowing estranger to come in. But a stranger is supposed to match the previous score or being even more than. Only then my pyramid will have a new balance. 

I can't switch a person with another one. We are not bricks, we are humans withfeelings. And we weep. Infact, we mees to wep.

Is the world around us talking about us?

I was watching a short video on Youtube about how pretty dogs are when I was pounded by a sudden question: is the world around us talking to us in order to warn and protect us?

In this video there was a dog and his owner, who was depressed and sorrow. The dog followed his steps really close helping him to cook an omelette (the video is titled 'Omelette') and there is a scene where the man was about to cut some vegetables but he almost cut his fingers. So, the dog yelled him as he could be warned.

Is it real?

It's what zen masters used to call 'signals', it's the idea of the Hollywood's blockbuster 'Serendipity', it's what somebody calls 'the Angels' voice': are really there signs to help us living better our life?

I like this idea, I always like it. We are free to act as we like because there's no a Big Deal for us (Destiny, Doom), on the other hand we have the chance to follow a Good Deal if we know how to decyfrate them...

It's like the dog: did it bark him to warn him or jut because of is a dog? 

I guess everybody has his own answer and it depends on how good is in 'justifism'. 

What do I mean with it?

Well, imagine the followed situation:

You have a date, a fantastic one with the most beautiful girl in the world. You've set up everything, you are ready to whatever when your pants snag exactly when you're about to go out.

It's a snag you can't fix quickly, you need to change your whole outfit and this get you on late at your meeting. The girl has waited for you too much and now has gone. You are alone in the restaurant with a lost chance to spend an epic night. For instance it's an epic fail. Your think flows straightly to that damn pants!

Well, the day after you go to the taylor to fix it and there you meet a recruit girl just hired. You start talking with her, she's funny, beautiful, tall, bright eyes, with a fluttered voice and with a body gelled by god. You fall in love. This is how you've met your wife.

So. Are you the one who thanks the snag? Who has snagged your pants?

Why have they snagged exactly in that moment and not 5 minutes of 1 hour before when you had the time to change everything?

He could wear the first pant in the closet or he could call her saying about the accident or many other actions but if he was a problem solving-oriented guy maybe the 'World' sent him another sign: he was not supposed to go to that date and he should meet the other one.

Isn't it what every religions say? As for every effects there is an early action you have to pray and thanks God (or the one you prefer) for what he gives you. Are you ill? Thank God so you are now able to understand the life better than before.

Do you want a job but every time you try to get it they had refused you? Thank God so you can find a new and better one.

Hegel talked about this: it's real only what we can see and understand with the reason. If we can't understand something so it doesn't exist.

Here we have the opposite: try to find a logic in whatsoever.

Who's right: Hefel or everyone else?

Anyway, next time a dog will bark me I'll take care....

Cunnilingus causes cancer? Oh gosh...

No, come on, this is too much. Well, I can figure out people want to avoid any risks in having a cancer or another illness but here we're on the verge of a huge social psycosis.

What are you ready to miss for earning some years more?

Only last month we early saw Angelina Jolie accept a mastectomy to avoid the risk of breast's cancer and now we read about Michael Douglas affirmation, according to which cunnilingus could cause throat's cancer. 

What? What? What?

A journalist asked him about possible causes of his cancer, which was diagnosized to him on 2010 and that it's supposed to be won. He answered it wasn't caused by smoking or stress or something like these but by cunnilingus.

It's supposed to be caused by the HPV (human papillomavirus) which lives in the vagina's moist. It's a virus that can cause a lot of physical problems effectly, but not always. There are dozens different types of and almost everyone of us has already got it because it's generally synptomless and maybe we'll never have any kind of problems. Yes, because it's easy to get and fortunally only a bunch of types of it are dangerous for throat or cervice.

In Uk and somewhere else a preventive campaign has already started with british girls already vacinated against it so actually Britains can be quiet (men and women) but I'd like to switch the issue to another point.

Angelina Jolie's surgery has boosted mastectomies operations, a surgery generally used as last chance to fight it, all over the world.

Now Michael Douglas' declarations will stop cunnilingus pleasure? We already imagine a couple in its own intimate moment with the girl spreading her legs waiting for him who's already taking a shower refusing to give her pleasure 'because I don't wanna a throat cancer'.

This can be right for whatever else. 

Will everyone with an ill in his house carry him somewhere else to avoid the 'Bipolars Disturb' suffered by Catherina Zeta Jones during her husband's illness? She was along with him during those terrible days, looking after him, side-by-side when he went to hospitals for his cures and while he was sicks made by medicines. Now he's over but she's still facing up the struggle against her mind, her anxious, the fear that everything could start again (a condition well-known by anxious ills). 

What could she do before to avoid this? Sure she could do as Angelina: she could ditches her husband: 'Sorry sweetie but I can't handle your illness so bye bye'. 

What about love, compassion and living together?

Could cunnilingus raise the risk of a troat cancer? There are less chances than die by a brick swooping down the head. 

Cunnilingus is a fantastic experience for both women and men. Smell her taste, feel her vibrations, hear her groans, enjoy that amazing anaesthetyc sensation in the mouth and especially in the tongue... It's so stirring! 

It's like the fellatio (men have a 10% chance to get the virus but women the 3,6%): what the hell is there better than it? Even it can have some risks but if we start to avoid everything could be fairly dangerous we will finish to stop our living. 

Up to assist ills even though this means I could suffer by anxious.

Up to have a controlled and safe sex because sex is the most stunning action in the nature.

Up to prevention but not on a strong prevention.

My sister died last September after a life without sigarettes, drugs, junky food, loaf habits or strange sex. She lived a perfect healthy life, and she was killed by a cancer at 48.

I always remember her words in last months: If I had known it I'd had lived a different life. I'd have followed pleasures and not fears...

Bad news! Ps4 price should be cut or...

According to many websites we know the Playstation 4 price. It should be $799 for the basic edition and $899 for the deluxe one. At least for the Us market but I guess they could be 799 and 899 euros or pound in Europe (and not €620 and €699 or £530 and £600 according to actual change).

What a suicide decision!

What is wrong with them? Haven't they learnt nothing by the Ps3 launch in 2007? Haven't they learnt nothing by Move, Psp and Psvita fail launches? 

There is an huge economic crysis that comes along world to a worldwide collapse (especially in Europe) and people didn't waste their money buying useless stuff. I mean 'useless' because Ps3 is still a good console and videogames like 'Tomb Raider', 'Far cry 3' and masterpieces-to-be like 'The last of us', 'Remember me', 'Beyond two souls' and 'Gta V' are here to show it.

Ok, PS4 is much more powerful than PS3 and it will come along us for years but 900 euros is a very expensive price for most of those who'd want to buy it. 

I remember the PS3 launch: it cost as high as this and it was a fail. Later they decided to cut its price and sellings raised up till now when Ps3 is the second most sold console of this generation. After the Nintendo Wii. 

Well, what about the Wii's launch?

The real console was the 'wiimote', the revolutionary controller of that console, which was just a Gamecube with a new fashionable outfit.

It arrived in the market between two colossuses as Sony and Microsoft's consoles and anyboy could bet one pound on Wii but Nintendo started selling millions of Wiis since dayone. Why? Sure, the wiimote seemed a revolution, sure games were fun and casual gamers thought wiimote could be the cooler way to have a new funny party with friends but... At its launch the Wii cost €250 with a game in bundle. At the same time X360 cost double and Ps3 cost triple. It was more competitive than others and it won.

Lately, Nintendo has made the same Sony's mistake with the WiiU launch: it's more innovative than Wii or others but it costs too much for the actual economy. And it's still on shelves.

The right price for a console is €250/300. I assume fanboys will buy it at dayone but others (especially casual gamers) will buy it when it'll cost less. 

Will it be an epic fail or Sony's managers will be wiser?



Update: According the Sony's E3 conference we know the real now. It will be $399 in the US, €399 in Europe and £349 in UK.
Good but not perfect because it doesn't think of the change.
To have pair prices everywhere we should have (getting the dollar as a reference):
US - $399
EURO - €300
UK - £250

If we start from the English Pound, prices worldwide should be:
UK - £349
EURO - €400
US - $540

So, if you want to buy the new PS4 the cheapest place will be the United States' market.

Cristin Milioti is the 'How I met your mother''s mother. And I already love her!

I was lying on my bed watching it on the ipad. I like to watch videos under the cover, in the night, with my earphones in and in the deep darkness. While my wife  sleeps beside me. I put the ipad under the blanket and, when I wasn't ready, a star appeared to slash the night: it was Cristin Milioti, 'The Mother'.

What a stun! I didn't expect to know her anymore. 8 seasons and hundreds episodes after we have known the girl to which 'How I met your mother' is based on and she's really perfect!

I still remember my first time with this show.

I was struggling against the anxiety and it was a time where I've stopped to watch dramas or thrillers movies or anything else could let my anxiety raise up. I looked for some funny shows, something without complaints, tears or illness and I found two chances: 'The big bang theory' and 'How I met your mother'. I watched a couple of episodes with Sheldon, Leonard and their friends but they didn't hit me while Ted, Barney, Marshall, Lily and Robin immediately began my best friends. Their lives, their thoughts, their stories were so familiar to me I couldn't stop myself to watch them. Episode after episode I've literally run up across the seasons, starving for the new ones. Till last august when I watched the seventh season's last episode. No more Barney ot Ted... I was scared!

Fortunally the eight one showed off on last September and month after month I've continued to feed myself with it, even though with only one episode a week (and not 5 or more a day as before). 

The eight season has been fantastic finally again with a good Ted (in the central seasons Barney was the unbreakable star even though Ted was the formal star of the show) especially when he pushes Robin to Barney's arms with ones of the most heartful and romantic words. And then, with the astonished revelation. I didn't expect it. I didn't know how many episodes miss and I wasn't ready to cozy her. 

But she came up. On a cold night of this weird May, in London, the Mother has appeared! And I'm not talking about the Virgin Mary, of course...

The actress is Cristin Milioti and in the show we see her just for a bunch of seconds, just the time to buy a ticket, just the time to fall in love with her.

She's perfect for Ted: big shiny eyes, a completely expressive glimpse, as perfect and funny as she could be. Becase along this seasons we have understood what Ted likes.

Unfortunally we won't know anything about her and their love story till next September when the show could come up back for its last season. We only know Cristin will join the rest of the group that will be composed by three couples: Marshall&Lily, Barney&Robin (let's hope because the next season will be set on the three days before their wedding) and Ted&Mother (we still don't know her character's name).

I already love her, and you?

What if crime was legal for one day a year?

It's the new scifi-horror movie The purge's plot: what if crime was legal for one day a year?

Of course this is just the fantastic idea from which the movie starts with a story about scary events, badly music and a stunning vibe that'll freak out youngsters (and horror movies lovers) all over the world.

I won't go to watch it because I don't like movie where I get off with screams and frightful scenes. I'm not thrilled to be scared so it won't have my money, but the basic idea is outstanding.

So, I can't let go this chance to talk about it. What if crime was legal, even though only for one day?

Let's start from the biggest point: human beings can't be prisoned into a cage. As other animals: try to close a dog in a cage and see what it'll do when you'll freed it. Probabily it will attack you. 

It's because of the living beings' energy. Every life thing in the world is made by a lot of cells and blood and other stuff that allow the life.

Every cell is connected to others with synapsis and these are decided by the Mind and are regulated by organs and hormones. If we could see inside a body (every one) we'd see a chaotic organization as well as a big office in rush hours where many people run every where like crazy arrows. The whole movement is made by the life energy (the one every religions try to explain with their own Godnesses). This energy can be sometimes high (when we're excited, emotionally or physically, or angry) and sometimes low (when we meditate, sleep, loaf, relax...), and in any case it must be released otherwise this can be dangerous for our body.

It's the basic idea of Psychosomatic theories: this energy must flow out, if it remains inside it starts to attack inner organs. For psychosomatic scientists and psychologists a lot of illness are caused by this energy leashed. From little hysteric illness (i.e. a passenger blindness or mygraine or psoryasis) to big problems as cancer.

Do you know when you're so much angry you'd want to harm something but you don't do anything and, literally, you eat your problems and your anger? Ok, this is not good because that anger is a bad energy that must attack something like a starving shark or a virus: isn't the wall in front of you? Isn't a boxer ball or something else? It doesn't matter, it will attack your organs.

This explains why animals can't stay in a cage: they don't know how to eat the anger to control themselves and so when you freed them they will attack you: they're so overwhelmed they can't control it.

It's not different what happens to every free person in the world every day (I mean 'people not jailed'). They have a bad boss and they'd like to say something against him, but they can't, they control their angry against him and maybe after they'll yell their wife or politicians or someone else.

Do you know those cases when a man kills his own family and his neighbours say he was normal, peaceful and anybody could think of the carnage? 

We must face up to our angry and we don't have to say we don't have it or we know how to handle it because it's very difficult to manage it and it's not so simple to learn how.

Yes, the energy has also a good face (love), but try to put an angry person in front of a lover one and let them to fight... Angry energy controls our strenght, our arms, our legs, the love energy controls sexual parts (this is why religions have always had rules against sex) and our heart, our smile.

A happy man, a lover one lives better (not forever because even the happier man in the world must struggle anger) but an angry one lives longer, especially after a fight.

Whatever, come back to the topic. 

What if crime was legal?

After what I've said about living beings it's simple to imagine what could happen.

Imagine if you could go to a store and steal whatever you want without anybody could say you something. Imagine if you could breach the Bank's door and getting all money you can get. No Police, no Laws, no rules, no arrest, no Trial, no prison.

Cool? It'd be anarchy: just one day could destroy the whole world as we know. We should spend the year after trying to fix up all damages.

But would it be this way for real?

I'm not so sure thanks to what I wrote some lines before: the anger control.

I wrote that human beings should live freely and that we should unleash our energy. Yes we should, but there's a reason why we don't do: balance.

Controlling the angry we don't see people who yell against their partners, bosses or others. Actually we see a world where people try to do their best to have a control of themselves, where they try to live quietly, facing bears everyday, figuring out solutions 24h a day.

We like peace, we like living with no screams around us and the religion's education (that controls the world) has gelled our minds on a no-war way. 

Sincerely, if you could rape a girl or kill your boss with no consequences, would you do it? I don't think so.

We refuse rapes, burgles, snatches, wars, murders, pedophilia (perfect example how religion's education has changed our mind: something more than 2 thousands years ago there was no pedophilia because having sex with children was normal).

Maybe someone would do it but most of people would be close in their houses ready to face eventually burglars. For 24 hours.

Anger controls our minds if we don't allow it to flow out, but we have an education, ideas that have changed our behaviours. We're not prehistorical men any more, we're not as other animals. 

And if crime was legal for one day we won't see a war, I guess.