Ever since I was a boy, and I can’t say why, I have never felt the need of the supernatural, nor of anything associated with the transcendental. Now, as then, at every moment of my existence, I immerse myself in the infinite wealth of the natural world embracing me, and I embrace it in turn and feel that I am its legitimate child. My fantasy, in this strange universe, roves from spinning quarks to star clusters; I feel at ease both in the micro as well as the macro; my “ego”, like a concertina, expands and contracts in the immensity of the real, and it feels very much at ease in such an immense space of cycles and gravitational fields.


My Belief (2)

Not my dogmas, my dear Rossi, which I don’t think are dogmas, but my belief. It’s that simple. I have always nurtured my belief with concrete matters. This total and heartfelt embrace with the universe of phenomena has shaped my belief, my vision of things and of the world, and lastly my imperatives and my philosophy.

In my opinion, a philosophy which doesn’t have the ultimate particles of the materials of which we are composed as its starting point is not philosophy, but philosophical vulgarity. First the particles, and then the philosophy. In other words, we need to have facts as our starting point, to know the facts, to live them, the facts that have made us what we are. Only once we know the facts, my dear Rossi, only then can you think what you want, imagine yourself what you want and even desire other worlds if ours is too small for you. What is important, though, is that these are your ideas and not the ideas of others. Other people’s ideas, even when well formulated, are not yours. Only by creating one’s own philosophy does man really become a philosopher. There is no other way. Only by the sweat of our own brow do we merit this incomparable freedom of thought.


My belief, four post, the first (1)

When we want to get the heart of things, my dear Rossi, we realise that all of us, some more, some less, are groping in the depths of darkness. When we think, when we speak of metaphysics, of things which go further than the physical, phenomenal, when we exceed certain limits of our cognitive horizons, the solar system, our galaxy, when we venture ourselves into the open universe, even further back than the Big Bang; when we start to speak about quarks, strings, dark matter, light dark matter, wimps, and when we ask ourselves what comes after death, thus overstepping our cognitive horizons, then, my dear friend, all of this talk becomes personal, personal, and nothing but personal. Nobody, not priests, shamans, gurus, gods, scientists, saints, philosophers, magicians, popes, prophets, poets, nobody, not even the King of the Immense, Einstein, nor the King of the Microscopic, Bohr, absolutely nobody knows what they are talking about. Everybody, at this level of thought, is alone, left to believe what they want, because, in these remote places, impenetrable and obscure, thought cannot be anything other than personal. Inter-subjectivity, in these fields of our minds, does not exist. If somebody wanted to formulate a “credo” on the subject of this world, immersed in twilight and a sense of immensity, they should have the humbleness to do it for themselves, because such a “credo” can no longer be seen as a matter of exchange.

See Ha un senso la vita?


Translated from the Italian by Joy Elizabeth Avery. Tel: 015.703954; Email: joyelizabethavery@tiscali.it


God: a deadly invention

God is not salvation

Religion is not salvation

God and religion are not salvation

God and religion are slavery

Slavery of the mind and slavery of the body


God is not love

God is not understanding

God is misery

God is bloodshed

God is misery and bloodshed


God is not a dream

God is not a joy

God is a nightmare and much sadness

God is an endless mockery

A deadly invention against life and humanity


To all of you

Fools of the earth

If you don’t have any better idea

To live your lives:

Then have fun!



Dio: un’invenzione mortale

Dio non è salvezza

La religione non è salvezza

Dio e la religione non sono salvezza

Dio e la religione sono schiavitù

Schiavitù della mente e schiavitù del corpo


Dio non è amore

Dio non è comprensione

Dio è miseria

Dio è spargimento di sangue

Dio è miseria e spargimento di sangue


Dio non è un sogno

Dio non è una gioia

Dio è un incubo e tanta tristezza

Dio è una bestialità infinita

Un’invenzione mortale contro la vita e gli umani


A tutti voi

Sciocchi della terra

Se non avete un’idea migliore

Per vivere la vostra vita:

Allora buon divertimento!


The abc of existence

(or, as an alternative, the reality for what it is, not as you want it to be)


You are born and you don’t know why you are born

You are here and you don’t know why you are here

You grow up and you don’t know why do you grow up

You live and you don’t know why do you live

You become conscious, if ever you become conscious,

Of what you feel, what you do and where do you live

But this doesn’t allow you to say:


“I know!

I know why I am here

I know how things are

Because I know the source”;


Conscious, impotent, fatherless

Blind but with wide open eyes

Keep treading risolute rebellious and ready

Your dangerous piece of road:


You know!

You know all too well

It’s cristall clear:

Tomorrow you’ll be no more!


L’abc dell’esistenza

(Ovvero la realtà per com’è e non per come si vuole che sia)


Nasci e non sai perché nasci

Sei qui e non sai perché sei qui

Cresci e non sai perché cresci

Vivi e non sai perché vivi

Diventi consapevole, se mai diventi consapevole,

Di ciò che senti, di ciò che fai e dove vivi

Ma questo non ti permette di dire:


“Io so!

So perché sono qui

So come stanno le cose

Perché conosco la fonte”;


Cosciente, impotente, orfano

Cieco ma con gli occhi spalancati

Percorri deciso ribelle e pronto

Il tuo pericoloso pezzo di strada;


Lo sai!

Lo sai fin troppo bene

È tutto chiarissimo

Domani non ci sarai più!




The unnameable or a vision of the world without observers.

In other words, what would the universe be like if there were no human beings? It would not have a name, no attributes; it would not make any sense. It would be as it is. What does that mean? It means just that, nameless. All the mountains, plains, animals, plants, seas, planets, stars, galaxies, empty spaces, quasars, black holes, etc. etc. and all of the thousands of other names which we have given to its various parts, these are all products of our imaginations, they are our inventions, only names, nothing more.

What does this mean? It means that all of the descriptions, definitions, ideas and representations which we have made for ourselves of the world, are only “ours”, including the definition that the world “is as it is”. We are the ones who describe the world and not the other way round. We are the ones who have an idea of the world, and not the other way round. We are the ones who are prisoners inside the world! Our vision is subjective and has nothing to do with whether it corresponds to reality or not. It is subjective, end of story. Realism, any type of realism, in this case, is always and in any case subjective realism, human, as we observe things.


The Culture of Violence

With its unmistakable identity, violence is both the essence and origin of politics. It is the proclivity of despots, those in power, to use violence towards those without power. It’s no good pulling the wool over our eyes telling lies to ourselves, we all know very well how things really are, we know that true violence is what the people in power have in their hands. And all the other types of violence have their roots in this fact.

The history of mankind has always borne the hallmarks of violence, starting with the first head of a tribe, through the Pharaohs of Egypt, right up to the current American president, Barack Obama. It is only the methods of governance that have changed, not the contents. The rich and powerful of the past subjugated the weak and poor, and today’s rich and powerful subjugate the weak and poor today. This has always been the case, and continues to be so in the present.


Catastrophism: a new vision of life and the asteroid 2012 DA14

In front of such a perspective/design, what the believer, the agnostic and the atheist have to say? Give your reply, if you would like to, after having read the post, thank you.

We should think of our species and many others as being in perpetual danger of extinction. This theory is expounded by Dana Desonie in her book “Cosmic Collisions”. She continues that, in July 1994, we were witness to the collision of more than 20 fragments of approximately one kilometre diameter from the comet Shoemaker-Levy 9 with the surface of Jupiter, and that the most important thing which Shoemaker-Levy 9 taught us is that cosmic collisions are not phenomena which only took place in the past, but that they are events which could happen in a human lifetime, and that contemporary science should take this into consideration.


Am I a believer, atheist or physicalist?

Firstly, we must ask ourselves, ignoring for a moment the question of believer or atheist, what is physicalism and what does it mean to be a physicalist. It actually means many things, and in my case, at least four.

The first instance, and the one which revolutionised my existence, I owe to my Uncle Carlo. It was a winterís evening. It was cold outside, gusts of wind could be heard and rain mixed with hail was rattling on the roof. Uncle Carlo and I were sitting silently in the warm near the hearth. Suddenly, my uncle confronted me with the question:

Do you know that you’re actually richer than me?

That’s not true, Uncle, I answered immediately, as if I had been expecting this question all my life, you’re richer than I am. And that was the truth.

I’m not talking about material things, money, houses, land, animals, he replied dolefully, and yet with a force which sounded almost like disgust, I mean wealth in terms of age, youth, of life. You’re still a boy, I’m getting on, you’ve still got many years ahead of you, but I’ve only got a few left, do you understand?


An author in search of a Publisher

I am italian. Mine is a literature born from experience, no less than that of Primo Levi, born in the concentration camps; no less than that of Henri Charrière, born in the Lager of the French Guiana; no less than that of Gavino Ledda, born in a tragic poverty and under the brutal bestiality of a father shepherd.

My short-stories, novels and experimental writings, you may like them or not, tell about my life, a life that in order to remain alive and get an education, had to endure social Lager.

The story that most rappresents myself (for Primo Levi is “If this is a man”; for Henri Charrière is “Papillon”; for Gavino Ledda is “Padre padrone” or “My Father, My Master”) is the Emigrant, that is the novel “Fiori di sierra” (in italian).

My only wish is to find a Publisher who is interested, at least, in reading my work. Thank you.

New Year’s dream

And why not? To dream, for example, style Dumas: one for all and all for one! Nice this dream, isn’t it? If only we could realize it! Not a chance, it’s just a dream. The reality is another, the reality is that:

At this precise moment, all over the planet, millions of children, adults and elderly people are dying of starvation: they are our brothers, are similar to us and they too, like us, are condemned to the same fate: death!

In this precise moment, destruction and desertification is going on in every corner of the earth: fewer forests, lesser species, more and more concrete, more and more devastation.

At this precise moment, the sea is becoming more polluted, more ugly, more unfriendly, menacing: fewer fish, lesser life, more and more signs of desolation.


To all

To those alone and to those in company, to those happy and to those not happy, to all a warm hug and a friendly handshake, none excluded, to all, in the name of altruism and love, I wish you a prosperous, health and very happy New Year!

If this is a people

More concretely, when a country has:

1            the most unable and disastrous politicians in the world

2            the most false and cheat religion in the world

3            the most tough and ferocious mafia in the world

4            the most rooted and fierce fascism in the world

5            the most retrograde and robbers industrial in the world

6            the most indebted and boorish country in the world

7            the most harmful and limited culture in the world

8            the most confused and ignorant soul in the world;



Looking for a translator gratis

I just can’t allow myself to pay one. If there is somebody who has the vocation of working for free, like me, because I too work without being paid, then he or she is welcome. And anyway sometimes one can sacrifice himself for a good cause, assuming that translating my work from Italian into English is a good cause, socially good.

Of course you can also be a translator as for pleasure, for the desire to specialize in this interesting profession, for hobby. Personally I don’t have anymore time to do it myself, I have many commitments and they do not allow me to translate myself into English.

Are welcome also any other languages besides English, such as French, German, Spanish etc. Anyone who wants to translate my work in his mother tongue, please do so. It’s enough to put my name and say that the work has been translated from the Italian.

There is also place in this adventure for a would be novice translator. Could translate an article into English and then send it to me so I could give it a look before putting it on the blog with his name. Anyways, before we arrive at this point, we must find the translator, and then definitely we will agree on how to proceed.

So who is the first, the first whose aim is to work for free? Thanks in advance for the brave, the courageous! Here’s my email: email@francis-sgambelluri.com

Benedict XVI debuts on Twitter


Pope Ratzigner on Internet!

A day to remember!

In short, this event is another insult, first to Italy, then to Europe and then to the whole world, and this regardless of the fact that everybody has the right to freedom of speech, and the pope too, of course.

It’s unbelievable that today, today in the 2012, such a catastrophic human wreck, who represents, symbolically speaking and according to Friedrich  Nietzsche, the death of God; and not only, he represents also, as a consequence, the death of Christ, of the Virgin, of the religious superstition, the death of all saints and the Church itself;

still today, therefore, this man, who is responsible for having sent to death billions of believers with the illusion of finding, there in the mud and slime, heaven and another life, an everlasting life;

this human being, a mere container of delusions and lies, himself ideologically dead and buried, with his false power, his false belief and with the money robbed to the herd, still manages to stir up so much fuss and clamour!?

The question is, when we speak of humanity, are we speaking of a mass of sheep and impostors or we are speaking about rational and intelligent human beings?

Nothing, une foi de plus, so much ado about nothing.

Who are the real prostitutes?

First it should be pointed out that there are many types of prostitution, perhaps as many as there are men and women on Earth. Prostitution is a human phenomenon: animals don’t prostitute themselves, but human beings do. Throughout our history we have done nothing but construct a culture of prostitution for ourselves. Our social equilibrium is built on these foundations.

People prostitute themselves everywhere and in a million ways: prostitution occurs in the family, at work, at school, on markets, in factories, on holiday, on the road, in politics, in religious systems, in company systems, in the army, in every kind of business, in every area of society. The saying that best describes the concept of prostitution is: the strong lie with the weak, the weak with the strong. Having to submit in one way or another to those who are stronger, more cunning or more cruel lies at the heart of prostitution and of civilization itself.


In praise of matter

In the end it’s all a question of matter, in the end it’s a game between enlightened brains and primitive brains; in the end everything is relative, a see-saw between these two extremes: enlightened brains and primitive brains. The rest exists, but it’s as though it didn’t exist. Or rather, it exists as a kind of backdrop, a landscape, a stage where infinite experiences are enacted, things appear, events unfold, all taking place in a blinding light so that nobody can see anyway.

Knowledge needs to be conquered. “He who knows the most , lives the most” says William Blake and he is right. That’s all there is. Nothing else. It is a mental game in a closed space, a ball that bounces out of the thickest darkness into the brightest radiance only to plunge straight back into the abyss, there where deep shadows reign.


Politicians at home! Les politiques à la maison! I politici a casa!

Only the workers must manage their sweat

Only the workers can manage their sweat

No one else can do it for them

Only they know the price of the bread they eat.

Agents, cops!


The most disastrous invention in the world

When mankind will discover that his greatest catastrophe was the invention of God; When he discovers that his deputies, the priests, are his worst enemies; When he discovers that his lack of progress in science and in love is due to “them”, the priests; When he discovers this, if ever he will discover this, then he has left behind him the worst of his history and will start a new life and new story.

For a perennial philosophy

Saturday, 10 November, 2012, at 6 pm, Giovannacci’s bookshop, Italia street 14, Biella, I will present my latest book, “For a perennial philosophy or journey into virtual and physical immortality.” One of the many questions that is near to our heart is: does immortality existe? If the topic interestes you, you’re welcome. Thank you.


The Cristocatto Church

It’s a very simple argument really for anyone  who wants to understand. It is obvious that if God is dead ( see  last Sunday’s blog post: “God is dead”), if God does not exist and has never existed, then God is a lie. Perhaps it didn’t seem to be a lie to our ancestors at the dawn of civilization when they were little  more than beasts, but it has become a lie from the story of Christ onwards and particularly since the Church became the Cristocatto Church. Today it’s an absolute fact: God is dead, God never existed, God is a complete lie, God is exploitation.

Now let’s look at this rationally, if such a thing is possible in this world. You, reader, how would you explain the existence of God in a world that could be wiped out forever from one minute to the next: wiped out by a meteorite, for example; by a caldera (an enormous volcano like Toba), for example; by a nuclear war, for example, or by a gigantic tsunami. Just how would you explain it?


God is dead

Is that what Nietzsche says?

Yes, that’s what Nietzsche , the German philosopher, says.

In his opinion God is dead, and in your opinion?

I see it differently.

In what way?

To begin with, in order to die you have to be born first, and this functions for God, man and any other species, plant, rock, planet, star or whatever. So if that’s how things stand, when Nietzsche says God is dead, he’s wrong.

Can you explain?


Religion, science and the hurricane Sandy

Take, as an example, what is happening these days in America, take hurricane Sandy.

To recognize his formation, his destructive violence, fury and try to see and avoid the negative consequences on the population was science, meteorological science. And so, thanks to it, if the dead, instead of being many, possibly millions, are reduced to only 60/70 victims.

Now let’s we make a comparison with religion. What would have done religion in front of the hurricane Sandy that hit the population (religion do not see and do not forsee the consequences of natural disasters)? Nothing. Just nothing. Would only ask the believers to pray, to invoke God to save the population and to calm the fury of Hurricane Sandy, here is what would have made religion in the face of this destructive force. But, religion, in reality, could really stop the hurricane Sandy only with prayers and masses?

Reader, give yourself “your” reply!

The abc of existence

You are born and you don’t know why you are born

You grow up and you don’t know why you grow

You live and you don’t know why you live

You become conscious, if ever you become conscious, of what you are and what you do

Finally you die and you don’t know why you die

Here’s the abc of existence.

You have another version, reader?


Violence? Okay, violence then. The first question is who creates violence? The answer to this question is easy: the powerful men. Who pushes the people to violence? Injustice. And who creates injustice? The powerful men. Clear enough? Ok then. Then, it’s a vicious circle. In other words, the queen, the pope, the States, the capitalism, Bashar al-Assad king of Siria etc, these people and institutions are violence, legalized violence, not justice then, but violence justified by the law!

Infact, how much violence there is in all what the rich own, consume and waste? Think about the pope who is a moving fortune with all the jewels and the rich clothes he weares; think about the queen Elizabeth II when she gallops around London in her golden state-coach; think about Berlusconi organizing his bunga bunga parties; think how much violence there’s when a politician with all his staff goes to a five stars hotel?

It’s clear who pays the bill for these gentlemen, isn’t it?

Our leading institutions, in reality, they do not rappresente democracy, but a subtle enlightened barbarism. If so, our lives and our history are in the hands of legalized criminals; if so, how could modern man, who knows about this human butchery, accepts this kind of social contract?

As long as we live in this sort of world, the kind of violence created by Salman Rushdie, is really nothing, it is only the point of the iceberg. The real violence has not yet started!

We live in a cosmic coffin


We do not live in the best of possible worlds, as the philosopher Leibniz liked to think, nor do we live in a paradisiacal world and nowadays we know this only too well, thanks to science.

We don’t even live in an open space, as experts, cosmologists, physicists, etc. would have us believe, but rather in a cosmic coffin which, as well as being a coffin, also acts as a cosmic rubbish bin, that is, it collects and/or is bombarded with everything the cosmos chucks onto it. In other words, we could find ourselves buried under a mass of objects from outer space – meteorites, comets, stellar detritus, spatial material, ethereal filth, etc. – from one day to the next, with no notice and for no reason. We are a target in space, a shooting range for chance and the absurd. (more…)

If these are human beings

Anyone -black, white, yellow, creole- who believes he is a human being has a duty to denounce injustices, abuses, fraud; to denounce tyrants and especially those who purport to act in the interests of the people but in actual fact exploit the people.

You have to fight for your rights with drawn swords, fight for your dignity, humanity, liberty. Fight against all those who are greedy for riches and power; it is a question of life or death, being or not being.

Exploitation must be wiped off the face of the planet because anyone who exploits a human being is not a human being but an enemy of human beings. We are not born human, we become human. The exploiter, the parasite, the person who always wants more, has nothing of the human about him.

You have to get your hands dirty. There is no other way. In a world of crimes and institutionalized violence like ours there is no choice. There never has been. Dirtying your hands means cleaning them in the blood of the wicked. (more…)

Religion, politics and literature

What to say? Only that that I don’t agree with Mr Kenan Mal when he puts together, and nearly on the same level, religion, politics and literature. Not at all! There is much difference among them. The first two, religion and politics, like them or not, they have a great impact on our lives, they tell us how to live! It’s not the case with literature. In other words, no one could oblige me to read this or that book, and anyway I can always choose my reading, but it’s not so with religion and politics.

Anders Behring Breivik, the Norwegian killer

It must be clear from the start, I have no liking towards the nazi and murder Anders Behring Breivik, quite the opposite, mine is only a question, a question that begs understanding and not accusing. I would have liked to know if Anders Behring Breivik has done what he has done, that is mass killing, because he is mentally sick or because he is a psychopathic creature or a fool fanatic o just crazy or rather because he was pushed towards a such social behaviour, which goes under the name of determinism, social determinism.

A fanatic or a killer one is not born, one becomes so and surely society has something to do with it. In fact, such an extrem anti-social behaviour as Anders has dimostrated, must have been caused by something, what, what was the cause of it?

And again, I am not trying to soften his sentence, not at all, I just think that if we want to better ourselves, to improve, not our beastly selfish nature, but our humanity, we ought to understand what pushes us to violence. A reply would be appreciated. Thank you.

The twilight

For many years I sacrificed to my studies my emotional life, my family life, participation in the life of my generation: although I lived in my time, in some ways I didn’t belong to that time. I hardly knew anything about sport, music, songwriters, dancing, the fashions which young people followed, holidays and much else. I had no choice if I wanted to recoup, culturally speaking, the years I had lived with animals “in the wild”. I was prepared to pay any price, to deprive myself of anything in order to attain my goals. For human beings everywhere this should be a sacred, inviolable and inalienable right.


The Righteous

 More than once I turned down the opportunity of fortune or, let’s say, a certain financial security. Here are three examples. The first was with Paris Vision. The owner, Mr. Georges, if I remember his name correctly, offered me a career in the company. With a little determination and my knowledge of languages I knew I could have become an excellent organizer of Paris Vision and earned some good money, but I turned it down. The second opportunity occurred in Australia, at the European School of Languages, in fact. The parents of Rebecca G. ( whose mother, Mrs. G., in order to get to know me, had attended one of my French courses for two years, even though she knew French better than me) wanted to marry me off to their only daughter, and if I had accepted, a villa and half a million dollars would have been included in the package. Rebecca, who taught English at my school, was apparently in love with me but I, unfortunately, was not in love with her. So I turned down this splendid offer. The third occasion also concerned my school. I had somehow, instinctively, turned into a miser, something which had always been totally alien to my nature but which developed once money started to fall into my pockets so easily. Then I would feel a greedy shiver, the call of money demanding more money. I no longer wanted to spend, I just wanted to save, pile it up, put money in the bank. I got to the point where I would even deny myself the purchase of a book that I really wanted! In short, I no longer recognised myself. So I sold the school, putting an end to the temptation to become yet another worshipper of the god of egoism.


The nightmare

Everyone has his borderline experiences. I had had one of these in Paris a few years before I started working as a tourist guide for Paris Vision. My existential angst, which I had long been keeping under control by sheer will power, suddenly exploded. Then a nauseating, gloomy, intolerable vision of life took hold of me, possessed me. There was no escape from it. I hated everything, death above all. Just the idea of it terrified me, made me feel powerless, rebellious, neurotic. I felt trapped, couldn’t free my mind and my gut of these destructive, negative feelings. I even despised the world that man had constructed, a world that I knew something of by then, having had personal experience of it. I knew what it meant to work, to struggle to survive. I tried to find an acceptable comparison between living with human animals and living with animal animals, such as goats, and I couldn’t find one. Goat society seemed to me to be a million times better than human society. Goats don’t kill each other, they live pacifically together. I had become convinced that any other animal on earth, however brutal, could not possibly have created such a false, bestial society.


The dream

At the beginning of the Seventies, I began to give French and Italian lessons to small groups of students in private schools – International School of Languages, Holmes Language School, Berlitz Language school in Melbourne. I would have liked to have had a deeper, more academic knowledge of these languages but what I did have was, in any case, more than adequate for my courses.

A few years later, with some financial help from a friend, and sticking to my principle, if other people can be successful why shouldn’t I be ?, I opened a language school: European School of Languages, in the centre of the town where I was living. I would never have expected it to be such an amazing success; it was incredible. In the space of a few years about twenty-five part-time mother-tongue teachers were teaching at the European School of Languages and all the classrooms were constantly in use. Fantastic!


A writer in search of an editor

On account of its State and Church-sponsored publishing, Italy finds itself in sixty-ninth place out of all the countries in the world with regard to free thought.

The writers of this mentally castrated country, who should have been its torch and driving force, and who, with a few exceptions, have contacts in the right places and access to subsidized publishing houses, are unable to produce anything innovative and original.

Recently the editor Bompiani suggested that film director and actor Carlo Verdone should write his biography, adding that they would provide a ghost writer to help him. In other words the biography would not be written by the film director (in fact it has already been published by the above-mentioned editor) but would largely be written by the ghost writer. Verdone quite frankly admitted this on Fabio Fazio’s programme, Che tempo che fa on Rai3 on Sunday 26 February 2012.


The cost

Today I am in possession of three diplomas, two from universities and one from a college: one I obtained in Australia, at the Holmes College of Melbourne, one in Spain, from the Universidad Complutense de Madrid, and one in Italy from the Università per Stranieri di Perugia. I have no idea what they are worth. Perhaps nothing, perhaps they are just pieces of paper and nothing more. But I have never been interested in qualifications. Whenever I took an exam the challenge was always with myself. I wasn’t desperate to get a diploma, I was desperate for knowledge; it wasn’t for the professors that I racked my brains, but because I needed to satisfy my hunger for knowledge. I wanted to understand the world, I wanted to know languages, to understand peoples, life, everything. My motto was and still is: I don’t know, therefore I suffer.

At any rate, and without wishing to offend educational institutions, I regard myself as self-taught. I did not meet the writers and people who transformed me, formed me, opened my eyes and revolutionized my existence in schools or universities but in real life and in the course of my reading. The books that I have read and the experiences that I have had have been my teachers; they are what have given meaning to my life, illuminated it.


The leap


When I was sixteen, resolute in the face of my mother’s objections, I went away, leaving my family, my animals, the place where I was born, and I set off for northern Italy.

In Turin I slept in cold, dark, wretched garages, with snow on the roof and water dripping inside. Sometimes I lived in dilapidated, filthy houses where there was no toilet, no drinking water, nothing at all, only a dirty mattress on the floor where you slept in your clothes beside strangers. Most of the time I worked on building sites.

My first love story, with a girl from Reggio Emilia,  ended painfully. She was semiliterate and so was I: we had no future. And I wanted to go back to school, I wanted to study.

In spite of the industrial atmosphere of the city and the tough life I led there I liked Turin: it opened my eyes, awoke in me a taste for life and for a world that I was impatient to discover.


The Two Fundamental Laws of the Universe.

Georges Charpak and Roland Omnès, in their interesting essay, “Be wise, become prophets,” write:

 “The fundamental laws of the universe are not many. They speak of a container and of a content. One is the container of absolute space-time, governed by the law of relativity; the other is the total content of matter in all its forms, including radiation. In this context, the laws are quantum. They are called “fundamental” in the sense that all the others, countless others in all their many forms and cases, objects and circumstances, derive from these two main laws. Now, the laws of general relativity, of space-time, generate two seemingly opposed effects: the expansion of the universe which expands space, and gravitational forces which compact matter. The gravitational field has assembled the uniformed matter of the origins to shape the galaxies, the very first stars and later, the planets.”

Here, Rossi, roughly, as was composed, piece by piece, our universe after the big bang. Put in a nutshell, the bosons of Higgs and the quarks have given rise to protons and neutrons, these, in turn, to atoms, atoms began to mix and filling pores among themselves, resulting in small balls, marbles that over time became balls. Then they became big stones and, as they grew, became massive, and developed a gravitational force. This game of attraction and growth on the one hand and expansion on the other, continued for billions of years before forming the planets, stars, galaxies, black holes, universes and, of course, the humans.

Now, in this mass of matter, two laws dominate, as correctly stated by the two French scientists: the law of expansion and the law of attraction, and then, only then, all others.

See “Has Life Meaning?”

Justice or/and bunga bunga?

The law, Rossi? Never esisted. Not in our country, anyway. In our country only exists the law made to protect the crimes of the rich and the powerful, other law doesn’t exist. Are you laughing? You shouldn’t my friend. The matter is as much absurd as dramatic. It’s so. No, doesnt exist in this country the law. Let’s not talk about justice. Please, do not mention it, it’s a blasphemy. No! I don’t want to hear, Rossi. Thank you. Today I am peremptory. Sometimes I just can’t help it. Today it’s so. Here, my friend, in this shit of thing, this nonsense institutionalized, in this country or what the hell you want to call it, law and justice belong to the parasites, those who never worked and yet own everything, other colour the law doesn’t have. How could be there justice, in a country where, statistically speaking, is the 69th in the world concerning the freedom of speech? Come on! The body of Italy, my dear Rossi, is, so to speak, industrial, and that’s okay, but its head, mind, spirit, call it as you wish, is found in the Middleage, the rest is rhetoric.

What a wonderful country to live in!

Do you have another definition?

What does it mean, exactly, to be a cardinal? Simple, in my opinion. It means to have the licence to tell lies, to cheat people as you wish, to sell opium without going in jail and to eat and live luxuriously without working. Not bad, don’t you think?

Letter to a greek friend

So do I, Joanna. I too support the greek people. Adriano Celentano, among lots on nonsense that he said at Sanremo’s Festival, he said also something good and I am glad for this. I agree with him about the fact that Germany and France obliged the greek rules, indifferent of the fact that the people are dying of hunger, to buy their weapons, and the world of course knows it. But the greek problem, in my opinion, is not only that. The greek problem is first of all a political problem and this Celentano couldn’t see. The greek politicians are corrupted and unable to rule in a dignified way the greek people, the same could be said about the italian politicians.

We can’t breath in our culture without breathing the wisdom and the philosophy of classical Greece, and yet even there things weren’t perfect. It’s enough to mention the return of Ulysses at home and the death of Socrates. Personally, in certain circumstances, I prefer to remember the words of the wise swineherd in the book of Homer when he says something like that: “We farmers work hard to grow the pigs so the others can eat ad enjoy them”. What has changed since then?

The greek people, not their rules, are the descendants of the swineherd in Homer’s Odysseus and they are good, honest and hard working people. Surely they deserve better leaders. I am totally on theri side.

Our, not only in Greece and in Italy, but all over the world, is a political problem: the basis of our institutions are discriminatory and rotten. Only a radical change of our society could save mankind, the rest are temporary panacea.

With love, francis