Made of Stars (and Poetry?)
A long time ago, the first stars - and those that followed - ended their lives in tremendously energetic explosions, creating every single piece of what we are made of, and ultimately leading to you reading this.
Tuesday 19 March 2019
Let it all go
Saturday 15 April 2017
A purpose for life
The purpose of (our) life, for those that are not ourselves, is to inspire, to motivate, to she light on the horizon, even if it is still not visible, still beyond our grasp. To promote, to encourage, to allow for dreams to be not only fully dreamt, but actually properly attempted.
Her infinite glow
Since the moment his eyes saw hers, her smile was apparently all he sought. It was all he looked forward to.
And thus, for a moment, the very moment when he first saw her, it was as if time no longer had a reason to pass. It was as if the Universe itself had fulfilled its ultimate goal. Because those eyes, her eyes, must definitely be worth 13.7 billion years of everything that ever happened and that ultimately led to the very moment when he could meet his perfection.
Yet, he thought, maybe since the Universe had to go on for almost 14 billion years, why rush into ending so soon? Why not stick around some more? Why not allow him to actually meet her, so that she could also see him. Maybe he could even make her smile, laugh perhaps - the deepest and loudest of all laughs. That would certainly make her shine even more, glow even brighter, sing even louder. And at that moment- lost in that image - he could already imagine her laughing with him, her eyes shinning.
That's when he realised it. Considered it, for the first time. Maybe that was it. Maybe that's how entire Universe's are made. Born. Maybe that's how they are created. With her laugh, her smile, and her infinite, contagious and ever expanding glow.
Tuesday 4 April 2017
Not the art of finding the truth
the truth.
Science is about shedding
light
on the unknown
and figuring out
what is not true.
Science is not comforting
not pleasant,
but it can be exciting
never ending
limitless.
Remaining set of rays
a shortage
but existing
set of rays
(light or dark,
that is yet to be seen)
by those that can
truly
see.
Saturday 12 July 2014
Louder.
Saturday 28 June 2014
The undefined creature faced a very defined World
Wednesday 5 February 2014
After the dust is gone
Wednesday 24 April 2013
Time
Clocks give us the completely artificial impression that time is cyclic. That if we wait they will come back to the same position they were at before, and that they will continue to do so over and over and over again.
However, time, as far as we know it, is not cyclic (we don't really know what "time" actually "is", but let's forget about that "tiny" detail). Time is not like a watch, nor even a river. Water in a river can potentially come back to the same river over and over again, but time does not go back to before. It just runs in a single direction, apparently towards what we classify as infinity.
That's actually quite a big problem for what we would call "time-travelling". Even if we were to find a way to go "back in time", right here, we would quickly realise how that simply wasn't a very good idea. Even if we were to travel just a few days back in time, as we came out of our time-machine, we would simply die. We would be outside our planet, in a position that the Earth would occupy in a few days, but still really far away from it. But maybe we could go back inside, or have a really nice space-suit to protect us. And then we would probably think: well, ok, so let's just go back exactly one year back in time - surely the Earth goes back to the same position, so then we will be able to land on Earth.
We would soon find out that's not really the case. The Earth would be even further apart from where we would be. The problem is that not only does the Earth rotate around the Sun, the Sun also revolves around the centre of our Milky Way. And there's more: our Milky Way is moving towards Andromeda at even greater velocity; and both are moving towards a very strong potential well at even greater speeds.
So there you have it. Despite our silly/human views of how everything is cyclic and how time is just like that, reality is very, very different. We may not be able to see it at first, because our lifespan is so so small compared to the actual passage of time and its effects in the real Universe, but it is there.
This strange feeling we call "being alive"
Life, as far as we know, is quite good at obeying the laws of physics. It simply knows them well enough to manipulate them towards whatever life's "goals" are (does life have a goal?). It does not break the speed of light. It is still governed by the same laws as the things we consider not to be alive. But being alive is a whole other level of weirdness. Because being alive does seem to break the laws of physics. All the time.
Let's be clear: maybe being alive does not necessarily break the laws of physics. But only if being alive is not a "real" thing. Or if it only happens for a period of time that is so short that it doesn't really matter. Still, regardless of the "reality" of our "being alive" "sensation", we still feel it, and, in fact, we can't really feel anything else. So the entire perception, interpretation and analysis of the "reality" around us, its laws and physics, is fully obtained under this weird state of "being alive". Under this constant "high" that continuously defies and breaks the same laws and forces we try to pin down and understand. So how can we even trust our own ideas of the world around us? How can we trust anything? How can we believe things actually exist?
Being alive is all we ever know. The rest may be either an illusion, or a completely distorted idea of what the actual "reality" may be.
Thursday 24 January 2013
It's never about the tools. It's about the dreams.
But we are so, so wrong. We don't actually need what we think we need to get to where our dreams point us. What we require is to understand that the greatest, tallest and most challenging obstacles between ourselves and our dreams are our own fears. We are our greatest enemies.
Saturday 19 January 2013
Heroes and monsters
He paused for a few seconds, dropped his usual smile, and with a clear shadow of disappointment in his eyes, he told me:
"That to save mankind and make it better, the obvious doesn't work. You must never eliminate threats, nor should you support heroes. You must do exactly the contrary. A sad thing to discover about our own nature".
I couldn't quite understand it. So I asked him what he meant exactly.
"Exactly as I said. It is by far the most disappointing feature of what we are. It is true that we praise heroes and that we think we would be so much better off without villains. But the truth is, without villains we can never better ourselves. In practice - and believe me, I've seen a lot of things - we need villains. We need horrible people to do the most horrendous things, so that we can unite, react, and define ourselves as not villains and not monsters. It's sad and depressing that we actually need pure violence and destruction in order to nurture our constructive, creative and peaceful side as a world-wide society. But I have seen this happening, again and again."
"But what about heroes and great leaders? Can't they do the job without all the bad consequences, deaths and destruction?"
"No, and that is what makes things even sadder. We believe heroes and great leaders are what we need to be saved and make progress. But that's exactly why they don't really help us at all in the long term. We trust them with so many of our hopes and dreams that we start to believe that they are the ones with hopes and dreams and that without them we can't do anything. As surprising as it may seem, if a great hero and/or leader is never born, society benefits much more at almost any timescale, and people generally live happier, fulfilling lives, than if he or she is allowed to live."
"But how exactly did you find that out?"
"By the hardest means possible".
"How so?"
"Well, my first mission was to make sure Hitler was never born. It was globally agreed as the first best simple experiment to do if we were to 'better'/'improve' humankind and eliminate some of the worst ever moments of our global history".
"How did that turn out?"
"I can tell you most of us were tremendously motivated. It was the first relatively long time-travelling mission, and it was something we felt would only result in amazing things. Can you imagine how much better off humankind would be without the millions of deaths, destruction and the waste of hundreds of thousands of great ideas and projects?"
"So what happened?"
"It was a complete disaster."
Friday 18 January 2013
A great time-traveller once told me
A great time-traveller once told me something I will never forget. I asked him "what was the most striking discovery you have ever made?"
He paused for a few seconds, dropped his usual smile, and with a clear shadow of disappointment in his eyes, he told me:
"That to save mankind and make it better, the obvious doesn't work. You must never eliminate threats, nor should you support heroes. You must do exactly the contrary. A sad thing to discover about our own nature".
Friday 4 January 2013
Balace. Life. Where do we stand?
Present and Future.
There are those who jeopardise/"mortgage" the future in order to live the present.
And there are those who jeopardise/neglect the present in order to have a future.
The first ones say it's because the future may never come, and that we are only alive today and tomorrow is too late. The others believe that while the future may not come, they rather have one in the case it does - and it likely will.
But the balance lyes in between. The impossible, unstable balance of both living the present, because the future may never come, while continuously preparing for the future, because it most likely will.
Wednesday 5 December 2012
Words. Are they tools, or do they just enslave us?
Friday 23 November 2012
On the nature of human beings: are they intelligent?
Tuesday 6 November 2012
Monday 8 October 2012
Wednesday 15 August 2012
Now boarding Spaceship Universe 30-By: prologue
Now boarding Spaceship Universe 30-By: destination everywhere
Its first journey through the humanly un-imaginable, perhaps infinite, certainly amazing Universe over 30 billion years. Give or take.
Before you board:
Monday 13 August 2012
Now boarding Spaceship Universe 30-By: chapter 1
The ship: spaceship Universe
Wednesday 18 July 2012
Kindle books in portuguese / Livros Kindle em Português
O Outro Mundo - Contos (PT Version) (Portuguese Edition) by David Sobral
Antologia de contos premiados para amantes de ficção e ficção científica/fantástica, sobre o nosso e muitos outros mundos.
Inclui: O Homem que decidiu ser Deus, A mulher que não corria riscos, O sabor amargo das vitórias, O Diário de VX-4010-dh (I), Rumo a SD-GS2056: a Era dos Descobrimentos Espaciais e GR - Gerador de Realidades, entre muitos outros.
Visões de um Outro Mundo (Visions of a Parallel World - PT Version) (Portuguese Edition) by David Sobral
Rui pediu aventura na sua vida, mas nunca esperou que lhe dessem algo assim…
Só na memória há um pouco de luz, um pouco de ar puro, uma esperança que resiste, ano após ano, década após década, como se no mundo existisse a palavra que só poetas e escritores sabem pronunciar correctamente: a eternidade. Sim, parece que em mim existe algo de eterno, como se um pequeno ponto de luz possuísse uma força inimaginável, capaz de resistir às incontáveis investidas cruéis da parte do mundo, e como se esse pedacinho de mim fosse realmente imortal.
O mundo torna-se difícil, mais e mais árduo, a cada segundo, a cada minuto, hora, dia (porque na realidade o tempo é agora apenas uma confusão inultrapassável). É impossível viver. E só de o pensar, só de reflectir na palavra que há tanto deixou de fazer sentido para mim – viver –, sinto de novo as paredes do quarto a descerem sobre a minha mente em fúria. E eu sou as paredes, incertas e brancas. Sou o quarto sem rumo, a casa, a noite. Mas não sou eu, não sou a minha mente pensamento ideias, não sou nada, não sou ninguém não sou não sou não sou!... "
http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1?_encoding=UTF8&field-author=David%20Sobral&search-alias=digital-text
Friday 25 May 2012
What to Expect when you live in an immunodeficient Society
And yet, while the general approach to cancer is to try to completely remove it and/or target it/"kill it" in the most aggressive ways possible, the general approach towards the ever-growing financial/economic groups/companies is to actually feed them even more, "pet them", bail them out, and tax the general public even more to make that possible.
Clearly, our society is not only immunodeficient, it's also stupidly suicidal.
Monday 18 April 2011
The Universe
The answer is all around us. In every single stone, across the fields, into the ocean. In the fresh air, in cloudy or blue skies. In us being alive. In the lives around us. In each movement, in every breath. In the fact that we’re thinking about it. Even when we don’t think about it. There’s no running from it. No trying to find it. Because we are it. Here. Yesterday. Tomorrow. Always. Forever.
A Family of Four
The Story of electromagnetism or the spell of not being able to actually touch or see the World
We are all cursed, my son. And I mean it. Seriously. Have you seen anything lately? Have you felt anything? Touched anything, maybe? No you haven’t. Stop lying. Be honest. No, you haven’t. You haven’t touched anything at all because our Universe is cursed and nothing can ever touch anything else. Nothing can come in intimate contact. Touch; it’s all a lie. It’s all a false feeling. Things do not touch, my son. All that happens is repulsion. At a distance - and still quite a big one. It’s all about photons, they say. Photons are the spell carriers. Whenever you get too close to something or someone, photons will make sure you don’t come any closer than you need. You will feel touch. Repulsion; strength; structure. You will feel all that, and yet that is not real. Nothing but a spell. By the photons - damn those. And it’s just like looking. Like seeing. We don’t really see either, you know. We don’t see anything at all. We just react. Electromagnetically. Photons. Again. Damn photons. They hit our sensors and then our brain sends some strange signals - mediated by more photons. And then it hits the brain. And then more signals - and more photons. And then we see - although we don’t. Not really. We do not see, because what we see is a triple illusion. An illusion. Just like the entire world around us. An entire Universe, held together by a set of illusions. Pure Magic.
Wednesday 3 November 2010
Truth
Tuesday 3 August 2010
Summer
Thursday 22 July 2010
The view from the top of Mauna Kea
Friday 25 June 2010
Inevitable
Because we really are all made of stars
Palavras
Há quanto tempo não escrevia ele uma palavra a sério? Meses? Anos? Há muito, pensou João, quando finalmente pegou numa caneta esquecida e voltou a tocar no papel. Há mesmo muito tempo que não escrevia. Há tanto tempo que parecia que nunca o tinha feito. João tocou no papel e tentou escrever, mas não saiu nada. Pensou, por isso, que a escrita talvez fosse como um motor - saudável quando exercitada e cuidada; mas que, quando deixada ao abandono durante demasiado tempo teima em pegar. E as palavras custavam a sair naquela tarde de Verão. Mas, ainda assim, João sentia (ou pelo menos tinha a esperança de) que, ainda que adormecidas, poeirentas e enguiçadas, as palavras não estivessem, de todo, mortas. Como se nunca tivessem partido dos seus dedos, dos seus braços, da sua mente. Afinal, as palavras eram tudo o que ele sempre fora, tudo aquilo que o definia, a si e ao seu mundo. Sem as palavras, sem a escrita, sem as ideias na sua mente, e sem as personagens que outrora criara, o mundo não teria mais sentido. E, por isso, mesmo sem escrever há anos, mesmo sem se lembrar de como era sentir as suas mãos sobre o papel e a tinta a beijar o branco de infinito de possibilidades do papel, João sabia que, enquanto estivesse vivo, as palavras nunca partiriam definitivamente.
Sunday 11 April 2010
Mauna Kea, the tourism, the "W" word and the "economic crisis"
Thursday 8 April 2010
Sunday 24 January 2010
Thursday 21 January 2010
Tic-tac
Tic-tac, tic-tac. The world never stops. Even when we stop, or when we try to stop. The all-might time is always there, reminding those that can listen to its whispers about the inevitability of the future, and, most cruelly, of the end. Thus, faced with reality, we can't help but thinking that life, whilst being an inspiring torch on the world of impossible-things-made-real, is nothing but a precious thing we have somehow managed to borrow; indeed something so special and valuable that sooner or later we will somehow fail and have it taken away from us all-together. And yet, even if life itself has no meaning at all, and even if it will always be taken away in the most cruel, sudden ways, we can always look up, way past ourselves and into the light and heat that populate the night sky which we call stars - for those are the reminders that no matter the distance, or whether they are already gone, we know that because they mattered so much, they will always be a part of us, for they are the reasons we are who we are. Life is a tic-tac in a clock and then it's gone, and yet its memory and influence lives forever, as long as there are stars, as long as there is live, as long as there is hope.
Sunday 13 December 2009
Random thoughts
Dark matter haloes are souls, galaxies are their bodies.
Sunday 29 November 2009
Letters from the creators II.2.56XSD
I really don't know if they will ever realize what they are, and why we created the Universe again, but maybe they will. Maybe it is inevitable: life will always grow towards a higher-scale complexity and that path will always unveil the truth about life itself, and about the world where it was born. However, once they realize it, I don't think they will necessarily decide the way we did. Maybe they will embrace the emptiness in a completely different way. We embraced it, accepted it, but we also denied it in a complicated way, by assuming that the emptiness caused by unveiling the truth about everything could be solved by re-starting the clock. By taking it all away, and giving our children a world without knowledge, a world without answers, and without the truth. A world where dreams could be dreams for a life-time, where goals and hopes and ideas could move entire worlds.
Of course we know that life has no meaning. Just like we understand now that the end is really the end. And that no matter what we do, or think or dream; no matter how we live our lives, the end is always the same. Remorse, guilt; those do not exist once you learn to control your own mind. But just because we can not dream or imagine, or picture a world full of hope and possibilities, doesn't mean that it has to be like that.
Life is the most incredible outcome of the big bang. Surely the combination of physical phenomena can be truly spectacular, but life is so much more than a physical phenomena. Life is the dream of overcoming the physical reality itself; the will to create, to dream, to build.
Friday 20 November 2009
Lives
So what is life all about?
Sunday 15 November 2009
Life
The purpose of life is to have a purpose; that is what distinguishes life from a fairly normal set of organic molecules that can come together.
There is no good or evil, no crime or heroism. No matter what we do, when we do it, or why we do it, we are just playing our own part on the big universal game of life.
Sunday 18 October 2009
Retorno e Paz
A verdade é que foram precisos 11 anos para Joaquim voltar ao mundo que o fez crescer e sorrir, ao Universo a que, no mais genuíno do seu ser, ele chamava casa. E, ainda assim, Joaquim sabia que a sua casa já não existia - ou pelo menos a casa do rapaz que os campos viram partir havia 11 anos - essa ruíra no dia em que se tornou órfão. E, ainda assim, havia algo de seu ali. Algo que o fazia sentir o calor do sol de Outubro como um toque do destino, substância invisível que lhe sussurrar as palavras doces que uma mãe canta ao seu filho para o adormecer seguro e confiante. O mundo havia-lhe mostrado visões, sensações, locais e pessoas absolutamente fantásticos e inesquecíveis - e, ainda assim, nada nem ninguém lhe podia tocar tanto quanto este local. Talvez porque cada detalhe, ainda que envelhecido, deteriorado ou desenvolvido, tinha o toque do seu pai e da sua mãe, e dos seus pais antes deles; mais do que isso, cada pedaço do que agora o rodeara cheirava aos seus sonhos de miúdo, a tudo aquilo que o fizera sorrir só de pensar. Cada árvore de fruto, cada flor, cada caminho por entre as ervas que agora cresciam como nunca - em cada detalhe havia uma memória, uma palavra, um gesto. Sim, o mundo lá fora deu a Joaquim as folhas de uma árvore adulta, e a oportunidade de criar um tronco forte o suficiente para finalmente conseguir enfrentar tudo aquilo que a vida lhe tirou; mas era ali, naquele pedaço de terra em que pouco mais se ouvia para além de um silêncio profundo, que Joaquim tinha as suas raízes, o seu solo, a sua água.
David Sobral
A noite ilumina
as águas do mar que recua;
E a luz que ainda resta do dia
já não nos toca
num profundo abraço de calor.
A noite está aí:
passos no céu
pegadas de estrelas;
um rosto negro que esconde uma luz infinita. A noite vem, vestida de silêncios,
A sorrir memórias e a cantar o pôr-do-sol
À espera de algo que só chegará pela manhã.
Só a escuridão ilumina verdadeiramente o nosso mundo.
David Sobral
Saturday 16 May 2009
The Road to the end - an entry in the Universe's diary
I never used to think of the end - my life always seemed to be endless; as if every single bit of me would last forever. Thus, for every new star that was born within me, ultravioleting me with dreams and hopes and infinite possibilities, I could only feel thrilled, excited, renewed. Because of me, of my existence, they were able to form, to become, to exist, to shine and to give life to so much more. Other stars, smaller but richer, and then planets, an smaller and smaller bodies. Even sub-life, and sub-sub-life. Life within life within life.
Only very recently have I started to realize that time would not run forever within me, although I don't completely understand the reason why I couldn't see the signs before. After all, they were always so clear, ever since the first instants. Sure it felt like there were always new things arising and being born in me, but what happened to them as time went on? Couldn't I see how they aged and lost the strength of the past? Whilst it was absolutely clear that death was always the beginning of new lives, the truth is these were always significantly different. It was never really a cycle; what is dead is dead, and the life that would come out of it, whilst being absolutely new and full of possibilities, would never be more than an attempt to delay the inevitable.
I'm not only aging. I am beginning to die. I can feel it in my bones, my muscles and my inner thoughts. My cells are getting more and more spherical and elliptical, and I now have to wait so much to see the birth of a new star; while a long time ago there would be hundreds, thousands of them being born in absolutely amazing explosions of light in the same time; how young and strong it felt at that time! I'm slowly getting redder and darker, larger and colder; and if there was somebody else out there that would have been noticed straight away.
I don't know how much time I have left. After all, I'm still alive and well; the end is not waiting for me tomorrow - but it is already looking at me, in the horizon. Time, once the most enjoyable of the things within my body, is turning out to be my worst enemy - one that can not be beaten or defeated. And yet, I do not fear the end. I do not fear death. For thus it is not a product of sadness and misery, but a consequence of joy and life and light. If the end that I can now see ahead of me is the result of all the extraordinary things that I allowed to happen within me; if my death is a consequence of all the growth and evolution and change within me, than I will not only be fearless when facing it - I will embrace it with all that will be left of me by then. Because no matter how short my life will turn out to be, time is meaningless once you've experienced the creation of life within you - the birth of cells, of stars, of gigantic clouds of gas and planets and comets.
Yes, my end is near, but when it comes I will look at it with what's left of me and smile, because I lived my life to the fullest.
Tuesday 17 March 2009
Human
smoke it, drink it, have it
darkness by darkness
until there’s nothing
absolutely nothing (left)
apart from the ashes of ashes themselves.
That’s when thoughts merge to become waves;
when happiness and reality fade away in a single whisper.
We are human;
alone in our crowded metropoles,
pieces of darkness among the million lights that fight the night
hopelessly;
awake and isolated in a world
which we can see and smell and touch
but which we cannot really
feel (or understand).
Sometimes the pain cuts so deep
that it almost becomes desirable
wanted
almost appreciated;
because it is real and it is an answer
- and an answer is always so much more than a never-ending question -
so we embrace it
breathe it fully
believe it
and we almost feel that there’s something
besides the unbearable weight of the entire world
pressing against our deepest wounds.
Sometimes. Sometimes we suffer. Sometimes there’s pain.
And most of the time we don’t just feel lost;
we are lost.
(now open your eyes.)
D.S. 2009
Sunday 15 March 2009
A book called life
D.S. 09
Saturday 14 March 2009
Mundos, Momentos
e universos;
instantes que nos caem sobre os ombros
gigantes mas sem avisar
bater de asas
pó de estrelas primordiais
que acabam escritos nas linhas de um poema.
Intervalos sem dimensão
trazem vida e morte, viagem e partida
na ponta dos dedos que não têm.
A escolha. Dois mundos. Um Universo. Vida. Morte.
E o tempo nunca pára.
(Quantos mundos já criámos?)
D.S. 09
Tales of Stars and You
The day when you were born was not the day when were born. The day you were born did not happen just a few years ago. It happened a long, long time ago, when the entire world saw light - a tremendously bright light - finally illuminating the entire Universe. There are stories about those days, when the dark ages were finally over, when life was truly created, and, most of all, when you and me and all of us were born. Some say it was as if everything happened in a single moment in time. Throughout space, the first stars ever to shine were born, and, surrounded by what seemed like an eternal darkness at the time, they broke all the rules and sacrificed their lives to create everything around us.
Life was not created on Earth; it was made in light and heat, in blue and music, in art and happiness, right at the core of the brightest, largest and most magnificent stars that the universe has and will ever see. We are not only made of star’s dust; we are star’s children.
D.S. 09
The Blank-Page Boy
Thursday 1 January 2009
Mas qual crise!?
Escrevam-me o poema do mundo actual e qualquer um saberá que o difícil será poetizar toda a temática da crise financeira, dos mercados financeiros, da banca, dos bancos, dos bancos a falir, do dinheiro, do dinheiro que não chega, dos biliões que já só são 40 biliões quando ontem eram 80 biliões, ainda que nem interesse a moeda ou a nota, porque no fim de contas eram só contas e projecções, as mesmas feitas pelos investidores e outros ladrões. Há que não esquecer petróleo e tudo o que daí vem ou devém, mas, claro, mesmo aí, há o lucro, essa tão fundamental lei da física que diz que o preço de consumo é sempre superior ao de produção pelo menos por um factor suficiente para com ele se comprar mil e uma coisas que não precisamos e que por isso são tão dispendiosas. Escrevam o poema do mundo actual e temos fartura de tiros e bombas, de atentados e mortes, de desgraças e catástrofes. Fartura de imprensa social, claro (pois oh meu deus, o mundo sem imprensa social é o maior pesadelo de qualquer terrorista e político mal intencionado - manda todos esses para o desemprego sem qualquer hipótese de sobrevivência no ramo!), mas, oh, como viveríamos nós sem o jovem de 14 anos que foi ontem baleado pelo filho de 3 a ser notícia de abertura e primeira página de todos os jornais? E sem o político lambido que garante que não existe outra opção para isto ou aquilo, que a crise é grave - ou, até, para ouvir os nossos maiores líderes referirem-se ao actual estado do país como de uma profunda desgraça, como se o tempo em que vivemos não fosse o melhor de sempre!
E é exactamente aí que o poema acabaria. No que a maioria interpretaria como ironia e crítica social, estaria a verdade: é a crise, é a crise, mas nunca estivemos melhor do que isto! Mas claro, quem pensa assim? Afinal, “no meu tempo é que era”, e isso, juntamente com o encher de peito que são os descobrimentos e a pseudo-grandeza de império passado, fazem sempre (quase) pensar que Portugal foi em tempos um país fantástico, sem fome, sem pobres, justo, onde tudo funciona fantasticamente: um exemplo para o mundo, até para a galáxia inteiro, o Universo!
O que dava mesmo mesmo jeito era saber fazer contas, perceber que quem manda no mundo e no seu destino somos nós - cada um de nós. E quem quiser queixar-se disto ou daquilo e depois passar os dias a ver televisão, beber cerveja, ou fumar todo o tabaco do mundo, sem sequer um esforço sincero que o faça - mas que pelo menos não fira os outros que se esforçam, que trabalham, que alcançam, que não desistem. Porque se ferem esses, então, meus amigos, aí é que temos a crise, mas nem importa a crise financeira ou económica, aí temos a crise real, a que importa - a crise que transforma a humanidade na raça mais estúpida do mundo.