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We notice the perception of good and evil almost immediately; we receive the first undisputed signals from a pathology, more or less disabling, but important in action, where the doctor makes the decision to subject us to an examination and find out what the causes or motivations that have contributed to changes in our state of health, or that of our loved ones, because health is the first real area of man's weakness. Money is the other area of man's weakness which, if undermined, is a total rational insecurity in manifestations and expressions. Children are the other weak point, but in this exhortation, there is no scale of primary importance, only a normal progression within all fundamental events. Everything can be just a stupid warning, but mentally we build in our mind the possibility of tracing it back to something more serious, the habit that also moves us to other previous states of importance, paying attention to the physical, psychic, moral, sentimental condition , affective, which allows us to express and demonstrate how we are, and the current variable state on capabilities. Our organs give us the opportunity to warn in time the active or passive, low or high, performing, or poor functions, and often a negative symptom is an alarm bell of something that must be at once checked and prevented in the treatment. The brain and the heart are the only fundamental organs that do not cause pain, they are often adjacent areas that hurt, but not them, and in their functions, we have the measure of what our condition is, and whether the parameters are satisfactory or worrying. All material goods, things, or animals themselves, represent a manageable condition, where it is easy to make decisions, but man is complex with many variations and one thing that is not replaceable: Love in everything. The people we deal with every day give us the sweet and the bitter, we love them and we hate them, we want to see them and not see them, know about them or ignore them, but in the end it is enough to have a good degree of tolerance and acceptance. A mention of the spiritual part could not be missing, and my mind takes me back to Bolivia, a few decades ago. I was inside a Missionary headquarters, just outside the city of Oruro, in its own Department, when a Franciscan Friar asked, during mass, one hundred faithfuls, if they believed in GOD, and the choir rose in unison with the dramatic affirmation of yes. And then, after a while, came the second question whether they believed in the existence of the Devil and everyone was silent, as if wanting to hide, wanting to deny themselves, because they knew he stood for evil. A situation of confusion and small discussions was created among the faithful, when the friar concluded that, if they believed in good, they would be forced to believe in the existence of evil and the devil. They all looked at each other a bit, and looked for a sign of consensus among themselves, and the Friar declared the mass over and invited them to go out, because he said that on the path of each of them they would find evil, it was enough just to have the attention and the right strength to be able to recognize it.

An important number of people populate the Earth, it would seem like a substantial number, we are only eight billion, but the government actions of many nations have wanted to avoid overcrowding by limiting the number of children in the family. Two hundred and eight nations divide these people, and each of them finds the moment, in its corner, to be its own ethnicity, different languages, skin color, ideologies, political opinions, eating habits and style of life. In the end, everyone is ready to have their say: we must always learn something from someone, because we cannot know everything about everyone, this is the big world for all of us. It is a generous size, moving is difficult and burdensome, the divisions belong to diverse cultures and histories, which find their reason in everything they do. We live inside it as if it were a container full of marbles, the important thing is not to break them, with the respect that we must give to everyone, the only way to be able to live happily and peacefully with everyone. When in the evening I sit at my desk and look inside the globe, you give me dreams of where you want to find me in that moment, where to be, where to go, where to stay, where to live, with whom, and then realize that the greatest luck that we have is to be citizens of the world, free, autonomous and happy.

Every Justice is the child of its time, of the populations, of the educations, of the cultures and it often happened that in the past innocent people were convicted. A great contribution was made by the Church itself, imposing rules and mystifications at all times in the name of God, but in fact the will of the clergy, but it was a reality that despite time, did not help it to be forgotten or changed, it was only the hope for a new trend, modernity. Within the home, the couple faces a common problem, the origin of which is unknown, and as if by magic there is always the tendency to blame the husband, as if it were an automatic exercise of justice, the only scapegoat , but behind so many automatisms certainties often arise, and also unexpected exasperations. What for many years seemed like a general rule, upon entering a Courtroom, observing the writing above the highest bench where the Judge is sitting, "THE LAW IS THE SAME FOR ALL", has become a justice that overturns with actions, according to which the same patients must be treated equally and different patients can be treated differently if the differences are relevant to the treatment. A bit like saying, let me know how you feel today and I'll award your sentence, or how much your economic assets are and I'll give you a fair sentence, or how many employees you have in the factory, or your surname reminds me of someone, yes, I'm the grandson of……never say that you were taken by need this is the indication that you are nobody. It would be enough to remember major failures of Italian companies, always perpetrated by the same people, with different tasks and assignments, and to have noticed that the judicial findings were painless, almost to say sorry if we made you come here today, indeed in some cases new government positions with the salary tripled, but it is not an isolated case, just the luck of some mother's sons who have had this fate. In relation to some sentences, we recall the most sensational ones, such as the one involving an Honorable Member who emerged unharmed from twenty-five trials, from Rome but who was often in Palermo for a walk, thanks to the seaside area, and who kissed everyone he met their country just because he wanted to share his joy and emotional component with them. Then, as a flip side of the coin, you meet a poor wretch and unload all the anxieties towards him and the oppressions you have accumulated from the previous week, and by chance you find the crime of having milked two goats on the same day at the same time, and according to the interpretation of the Penal Code and the decision of a Judge represents a crime, and sentences him to one year in prison. Depicting Justice is an exercise common to many, but imagining it as a blindfolded goddess, scales and sword in hand, remains only in the idea of those who are mentally strong, only for those people who love to daydream.

There is no worse feeling than being convinced and determined to want to achieve a success, a result, an expectation, a hope, only to then see it only as an optical effect, far from reality, a moment that represents suffering and waiting. aimed at never wanting to be forgotten. There are many cases in particular to report, from having married a woman who turned out to be wrong, who before marriage made us believe she was very close to Mother Teresa of Calcutta, only to then discover she was a ruthless and irrational person , with a personal logic more afferent to the Devil's beliefs, captivated in intimacy and fascinated between the sheets, only to then see everything disappear by magic. But children also have a good ability to contribute to negative facts, an example are those who present their school/university exam books every month, trusting in the certainty of their declarations and believing that everything is going in the right direction, only to then discover that This is a false result, for which culprits and defendants are sought to attribute blame and responsibility to, the mother at the head of the system, first of all, protects. A job not done with love leaves the result half-finished, and you can immediately see how incomplete it is; everyone notices what you do, how you do it, your personality, even if eclectic, cannot erase what you have personalized, your forty years of experience and studies speak for you, a lot of experience only certainties. The future does not allow a personalized reflection of the individual, many are afraid, anxious, the possibility of getting sick, accustomed to living day by day, with their vices, typical of those people of habit, who go to the bathroom at the same time every morning , having breakfast at the same time and indulging in the pleasure always at the same time, without knowing that a variation can cause, in terms, a new coincidence, because the occasion always offers a curiosity. Having luck is no small thing, but I keep this wealth locked in a drawer, otherwise everyone might want to ask to know their destiny, but I have not yet organized myself and have not ventured into the possible profession of fortune teller, simply a refusal. I would know where to start and I would be forced to immediately become a liar, without major sacrifices, I saw her in the distance, never before had I seen so much beauty in a single minute, I was fascinated, struck by her, almost deluded that she was coming towards me , I reached out to take her and then tried again with both hands, but she smiled at me and then ran away, never knowing if I would have another chance to meet her: I thought I was going to catch her, but she ran away!!!!!!!

When we talk about nature, we turn to our God, thanking him for how he managed to give so much perfection to the world. But the celestial vision does not perfectly match reality, where the first true imperfect being in nature is man, which is often not easy to describe, knowing him as a comedian and managing to always show different aspects, in harmony with his moment. Its manifestations tell us that it operates in the shadow of its metric diversity, with its own character, ways, behaviors, and finally language, as well as being aware of its asymmetrical nature that sometimes limits its action. Imperfection makes us unique, being able to count on our particularity, to the extent that we have the opportunity to demonstrate our value, our principles and our qualities. The motivation for the book's title is to be found in our interiority, the true place of life and personal satisfaction. We are all united by our origins, the only thing that really matters, born from a woman to whom we will remain tied all our lives, of a love that will never end, we will never be alone. The imperfect search will be wanting to find a partner who looks like someone who looks like us and who is without flaws. The best will be formed only through sacrifice and their own ideas, the only two things that represent the true leverage of humanity.

One of the most important moments in a man's life is facing daily difficulties, always having to measure himself with what he has and not with what he would like; if he is not lucky enough to have experience, to know how to manage it and become master of it, he is easily attacked, inclined and naturally predisposed to losing his battles. People do not build experiences without sacrifices, and the places where they collect them are the most disparate, because events are never predictable and do not give warning signals. A select number of characters, almost like actors, play their daily part in life, within the theater of occasions, where the parts are already assigned and only one is in charge of directing: GOD. The idea of every lived experience, remember that what you carry in your pocket is all you have, what you carry in your heart is what you can give, what you carry in your mind is infinite. You will never be able to fill your life with experiences, because they are fruits that change appearance, flavor and color, and if you think of tasting any of them it would leave a bad taste in your mouth. When you are old, in the manifestation of your age, you will realize how many things you left behind because you were unable to take them.

I have never been a writing professional, even if the production times would have followed my abilities and not a random order, as often happens with those publishers who offer incentives and adequate financial advances, as a habit of encouraging their writers in the production of new works. The title of an Opera is never easy to find, the theme must never be complex, the quality must represent the best, because each author's latest production is always defined as the best. On a winter evening as I was preparing to rest I had an epiphany, to give birth to the new title of the Book, "ALWAYS READY FOR BOTH", which spoke of a free boy who was never busy, ready to live in his own solitude even when really found himself among many. Thinking and Understanding were the two key elements to experience the emotion, without them I would never have succeeded, never deal with topics you don't know, it would remain a truth told between friends at the bar, which will give surprise and reflections on how a child has learned and knew how to manage an important title. Everything would have been clarified in the effects of the execution, where the big ones don't beat the small ones, but the fast ones always beat the slow ones.

Three years had passed, a time limit within which every author wants to see their works read and purchased on the market. The priority becomes only to give oneself the satisfaction of seeing one's ideas shared, rooted in the memories of readers, hoping to collect reactions full of joy. In this journey, my life has become a beacon of hope and inspiration. Despite everything, I never lose faith and positivity; it is in my nature, and I do not betray who I am. I review work after work, retracing the almost fifty titles I have written and the highlights of their writing. Each book is intertwined with my life lived in those days, a reflection of the difficulties that have never been lacking. People who know me, or who have discovered my activity, often spontaneously ask me how much money I have earned. It is as if they do not ask themselves whether books are essential goods or just perfumes to be purchased on special occasions. Sitting at my desk, I think about the things still to be done. How many times have I had the instinct to close everything, to erase this period of my life? But then I think about the social commitment that awaits me, to people with disabilities and the mentally ill. I am no longer alone; every decision I make must also take them into account. I really hope to find my fortune, that this magic bubble, suspended around me, will transform into a fairy capable of performing a grace for many people. I represent for them that dream they had as children, when they imagined they were born normal. I ask you all for an earthly understanding, deeper than a divine mystery. Because, in the end, man is always the one who arrives first.

In general, we always have the possibility of measuring differences, and this comes naturally to us. We respect our own point of view, always influenced by our beliefs, education, culture, schooling, and that critical sense common to all which never betrays us. But sometimes we don't pay the necessary attention, and we rush to voice our opinions without considering the possibility that we could be wrong. The most challenging difference we must encounter is when we evaluate people without considering many factors, allowing ourselves to get carried away by the superficial, never constructive, and confident, as if we were arguing in the courtyard with our neighbors. We are inclined to want to convince everyone that we are right, when extraordinarily little would be enough to question ourselves and understand that we treat people with feelings, sometimes dry, and logic where self-interest plays a fundamental role. Every lived experience is a reality and a lesson for many, as if it were the daughter of a story which, when it ends, is never repeated but affects everyone. Despite all efforts to fight it, ignorance reigns supreme, and its followers never cease to amaze, inventing the idea that cold water was born before hot water, or is the opposite true? Everyone thinks, every day, about how to earn more, improve their work, advance in rank, adopt legal solutions, sell their soul to the Devil or not, and at what price. For everyone else, it is a difficult path that you can only follow if you have that extra edge, that characteristic of a fighter, which makes you an absolute winner. In this system, the organizers never pay, but always the emissaries, who see themselves protected everywhere, both economically and politically, and who have never been educated to respect people, making the system of good people weak. This is a system that leaves no one at peace; you just have to decide to enter it or be forced to do so, becoming what you are not. The Real Difference

It was an ephemeral moment, an emotional spark that dragged me down the road of irrevocable decisions, those that are made only once in a lifetime and from which there is no turning back. In my life, I had already found myself in similar situations two other times, and knowing my character, I knew that I would never allow anyone to bring me back on my steps, like an extinguished cigarette that, once relit, loses its original flavor. I had reached an age where I felt the need to recover what I had lost and foolishly dispersed, but my curse had found a new fertile ground on which to build malice and envy, to the advantage of those who preferred to live life in this way. My first moral commitment was to complete all the pending works; two months would have been enough, after which I would have retired to the seashore to listen to music and write what my kilo and a half of gray matter would have dictated to me. I left behind many people I loved, some real, some figurative, some technological, but what I had sown and left as a legacy was a pleasant language, capable of capturing attention and eliciting a smile, almost creating automatism. Many thanks to all of you, this is book 50, my special one, because the stories I will tell will be so similar that you will never find a trace of them anywhere else.