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From the wiki “Moral character or character is an evaluation of a particular individual’s durable moral qualities. The concept of character can imply a variety of attributes including the existence or lack of virtues such as integrity, courage, fortitude, honesty, and loyalty, or of good behaviors or habits.”

I see shows like “SuperNanny” and i really get shocked. I’m getting old i know but the way kids are usually educated these days is really poor and even alarming. There’s a reason for criminals being criminals and this begins inside the family. I know that character can be genentic but not always. Brothers can have very different characters but then again the education is not the same even inside the same family. Right and wrong are concepts that our parents teach us and i can see no teaching in some families these days. That makes me worried for the future of these kids that will grow up to be people with a bad character and that’s not their falt. It’s the parent’s falt. I believe the lack of limits is one of the worst problems and things like depression are starting to grow in kids with just 8 to 10 years old. They seam to be unable to find satisfaction on life and they are still being taught that they should seek happiness without limits. It should be that simple but humans don’t know how to live only in happiness. I believe limits are good and to learn the difference between right and wrong is basic for a child to grow with character. Some think that by doing this you are taking the liberty of choice of these kids and that’s wrong but i really don’t buy it. We always need some kind of model because we start knowing nothing. So if parents decide not to be models kids will search it somewhere else and it’s not always that this search will end with a good choice.

The films “21 grams” mentions a research showing that a person in a scale will loose 21 grams just after the moment of death. A supposition coming from this result implies that the soul or what makes us humans weights then this 21 grams. The weight of our souls. I try to imagine why someone would do an experiment like this and i wonder how many important discoveries were made in science. I also wonder how society chooses the way to use these discoveries and the consequences of that. I saw my grandmother suffering so much. She stayed in the hospital four months before her death with no chance of survival. The machines and techniques of the hospital were powerful enough to “give’ her four extra months of life. Four months of pain. I know many cases like this and i’m not using my granny to get your support. It’s really an example and many of you may know others just like this. The fact is that she was deformed because of the liquids in her body. Se had huge wounds on her back from being in the hospital bed for a long time. She had a machine to breath for months so she could not eat or speak. And then she died. I don’t know if i’m wrong to say that but to me looked like they tortured her for four months. I know doctors have the obligation to do whatever they can and the family would never buy the idea that just letting it go could be better but to me that looked like a bad ending. When you have a great love and it finishes you want to preserve the good things about it so you end before all you can remember is negative. She left life hating it and spending a lot of time asking to die with no answer. She probably have terrible memories from life she took with her. Those 21 grams don’t want to ever come back to this life and all of this is a benefit from our advanced society and it’s medicine. I really believe in advance and i really believe in medicine. I have to thank medicine for been alive right now but in my point of view the moral codes doctors found to practice their profession are really wrong. There should be a point where keeping a person alive with pain and no hope is plain wrong. A moment when machines should be turned off. Some kind of respect for those 21 grams that means so much to some. I know it’s a hard task to ask for those left behind but their time will arrive too and if is like they say and “death is not the end” we are sending many souls to heaven’s shrinks!!!

When i was recording the interviews for my documentary on music there was this teacher from modern music who used a great metaphor to describe the work of the artist.” There is chaos and there is our society. The society constructed during it’s history a big umbrella separating us from chaos. Institutions like church and governments and family and moral codes and fashion and culture. Those are all parts of the umbrella that separate us from chaos. From time to time a mad man show up with a knive and opens up a hole in this umbrella. When he does that society gets exposed to some of this chaos. Soon the institutions go and fix this hole closing this window again. This exposure though hits the society and we have waves created by the original chaos. Each wave is broader and less intense because is already done by these institutions. If for and example Beethoven was this mad man and his music was the glimpse of the chaos he witnessed the movement it created was the romanticism. The composers that embraced romanticism where the first waves created and the more intense ones until all society assimilated this glimpse in a more confortable way. The institutions worked to keep up with beethoven’s innovations until they become tradition as they are today and like that they did it with all the holes all the mad men opened in this umbrella that separates us from chaos.”
I loved this metaphor and to me it really describes art in our society. You always have the ultimate visionary like Van Gogh. Sometimes these are recognized only centuries later on when the dust is already gone and history is more understood. Sometimes they are never recognized and only the next waves are understood. Maybe there was a mad man that opened a hole and what this man saw was passed on to another man that showed to Van Gogh so he would be the third wave in this movement. Nobody can know this for sure but once one of these glimpses are spotted it’s easier to find the sequence that followed it even if was not a first glimpse. So the real question that can not be answered is: Who was the actual mad man? Did we ever knew him? Did the known artists were so original in their work or were they following someone’s steps?And by that i mean someone that could also not been an artist at all. Maybe a scientist or a politician. Maybe an important man or maybe a bum. Just a mad man with a knive that opened a hole in the umbrella showing us the chaos.