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    Reflex
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    Reflex

    By Aimar Rollan

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    Reflex is a set of reflections, poems and stories of different topics. There is no order or concert, just flashes, reflections of ideas embodied in the paper.

    The word reflex shares roots with the word reflection, and for that reason I’ve chosen that title for this book, since every reflection is nothing but a highlight of universal mind in each mind. There’s no total truths when they’re expressed by a human being, just partial truths, just reflections of the great world of ideas.

    I hope and wish, that these reflections, that these highlights, serve to entertain readers and make them reflex on the plethora of topics discussed here.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateJun 3, 2020
    ISBN9781071544273
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      Reflex - Aimar Rollan

      Babel

      It’s say that in the Babel Tower, the human being started to stop understanding himself.

      It’s say also that since then wars and interpersonal conflicts haven’t stop. Well, it’s say and it seen.

      I start thinking, to look in retrospective, and I see clearly that the problems of communication have generated the most conflicts for me, both in close and in faraway relationships.

      Interpersonal relationships are the battle horse of human being; those than bring us the greatest joys and the greatest sorrows. What allow us such relationships, it’s the logos, the language, both verbal and nonverbal; and from my point of view, the verbal is the most important one, because it can express precisely what we think and feel. It might, but in the vast majority of the cases, we don’t understand each other, unfortunately.

      Sometime we screw up by action, sometime by omission. Sometimes for saying too much, sometimes for saying too little. The times when we say we’re sorry, or to silence our heart. Pray because I don’t understand your question, then because you don’t understand my answer.

      The word is the best invention of human being –spoken and written- it’s without a doubt its best invention and what tell us apart from all other animals. In fact, the Greek word poiesis means creation. Every creation is poetry.

      Sometimes, or almost always –excuse my pessimist tone-, like in Babel, words become unintelligible, men stop from understand each other, they insult or regret their words. When they regret the word, there is a stop of negotiations, of verbal communication, and then, hopelessly, the gloves are off.

      Anyway, we have the hope left that God would have mercy of us and he’ll give us back the Senzar (the supposed language spoken before Babel); that plenty language, that with only looking into each other’s eyes, half words, in whispers, to make us understand each other perfectly.

      As the most I fear –I keep being pessimistic- that it will take too long to arrive, we’ll stay with the word and its perfection.

      More were lost in Cuba... and they came back singing

      Sometimes we lose, much or little, money, love, health or beliefs... But more was lost in Cuba, and those who lost it, for that reason they didn’t lose the joy, good humor, the optimism and the inner peace, which is the most precious thing we have.

      There are days when perfidious fortune greets us with a slap, even if it’s from velvet –because really, as much as we may seem to lose, it’s not so much- it hurts. That pain of loss is multiplied by the negative thought that takes hold of us, a feeling of failure and not of loss, but of being losers- fake thing of course, because you’re not a loser for losing, instead you can be if you feel that way. So, the loss is multiplied with great leverage in front of the negativity mood.

      What can we loss in reality with each step we take in life? Every advanced step is a wined step; a step of gain, investment, evolution.

      As much as we lose on a certain day, we’ll have to remember that we lost more in Cuba. Where does that expression came from? From year 1898, a fateful year for the Spanish Empire, in the one who stopped being. They lost Cuba, Puerto Rico, Philippines, and Guam. Since then Spain stayed set up as we know it today, relegated to the Iberian Peninsula, Canary Islands, Balearic Islands, Ceuta and Melilla.

      What happened to such a great loss? Well, more than one would get a good displeasure, but nothing happened, or not that much. The survivors of that war said they have returned to the Iberian Peninsula singing, happy to stay alive. Losses are relative if you don’t lose what’s essential.

      No matter how big the loss is, we’ll keep going with joy and good humor; if it’s singing better. It won’t be a loss, but a gain in knowledge and life experience, for those who stayed in the East (Spain) and the West (America).

      So remember, it doesn’t matter the loss if the attitude is the right one. If the attitude is not correct, the losses will multiply and you can lose even your shirt. Losing some money can lead us to lose health if we don’t fit the loss correctly, and lose money is the least we should care to lose. Losing someone, a job or something precious, it can make us lose our spirit, health, will and even life. Instead, losing and come back singing, it allows us to start again, wiser if possible than long ago, as long as we don’t let lose our soul or our ethic; that is already a more serious and irreplaceable loss.

      As Giordano Bruno said: It doesn’t matter how dark the night is, wait for dawn, as those who live in the day wait for the night. Rejoice, stay whole, if you can, and give love for love.

      There is a tale by the great Anthony de Mello that says the story of the detachment from a sannyasi, an entire, a wise teacher. Says so:

      "The sannyasi had reached the village outskirts and camped under a tree to pass the night. Suddenly a villager came running to him and said:

      -The stone! Give me the gemstone!

      - What stone? Asked the sannyasi.

      The other night Lord Shiva appeared in my dreams, said the villager, and he assured me that if I came at dusk I’d find a sannyasi who’d give me a gemstone that would make me rich forever.

      The sannyasi rummaged in his bag and extracted a stone. he probably meant this one, he said as he handed the stone to the villager. I found it on a forest about six days ago. Of course you can keep it.

      The man stared at the stone in amazement. It was a diamond! Maybe the biggest diamond of the world, it was as big as a man’s hand.

      He took the diamond and he left. He spent the night tossing and turning, totally unable about sleeping. The next day, at dawn, he went to wake the sannyasi and said:

      -Give the wealth that allows you to part with this diamond so easily."

      That’s detachment, that’s what allows us to lose Cuba, and come back singing.

      The Myth of the Eternal Return

      At the end everything ended up returning...

      There’s a Universal Law, called Law of Rhythm that goes like this:

      "Everything flows and reflows; everything has its periods of forward and reverse; everything moves like a pendulum; the measure of its movement to the right is the same measure of its movement to the left; the Rhythm is the compensation."

      The evolution advance in life is not in straight line, not in circles as some thinks; is in ascendant spiral. Although there are things that are repeated, they have a twist plus. Like a comet, periods can be short or long; but they will always return..., with one more spiral turn. They’ll lost material on their stellar journey, or they’ll have gained it, who knows.

      It’s always a joy to see a comet come back; as a sadness to know that will be the last time, in this life at least, that our eyes will see a slow period comet. But, who knows the mysteries of life?

      Maybe they come back earlier than expected or with a different brightness than expected. Everything ends returning, everything ends up repeating; different situations, different faces, different names, different circumstances. But the most important of all this, it’s that we continue to be ourselves.

      Be that as it may, the comets that left, when they come back, will always be well received.

      At the end, what remains, what hurts the most, as almost always happens, it’s the shared experience.

      Because were not what we live, but what we remember.

      *The word Remember, by the way, come from the Latin re cordi, and it means: going through the heart, since there is the authentic memory.

      Cryptography

      For some time, I’ve been interested in cryptography. It consists in coding a message, in a way that

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