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"Religion is based, I think, primarily and mainly upon fear. It is partly the terror of the unknown and partly, as I have said, the wish to feel that you have a kind of elder brother who will stand by you in all your troubles and disputes. Fear is the basis of the whole thing -- fear of the mysterious, fear of defeat, fear of death. Fear is the parent of cruelty, and therefore it is no wonder if cruelty and religion have gone hand in hand. It is because fear is at the basis of those two things. In this world we can now begin a little to understand things, and a little to master them by help of science, which has forced its way step by step against the Christian religion, against the churches, and against the opposition of all the old precepts. Science can help us to get over this craven fear in which mankind has lived for so many generations. Science can teach us, and I think our own hearts can teach us, no longer to look around for imaginary supports, no longer to invent allies in the sky, but rather to look to our own efforts here below to make this world a better place to live in, instead of the sort of place that the churches in all these centuries have made it." -- Myself, Why I am Not a Christian

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"I, Galileo, son of the late Vincenzo Galilei of Florence, being 70 years old... swear that I have always believed, believe now and, with God's help, will in the future believe all that the Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church doth hold, preach and teach. But since, after having been admonished by this Holy Office entirely to abandon the false opinion that the sun is the center of the Universe and immovable, and that the Earth is not the center of the same and that it moves, and that I was neither to hold, defend, nor teach in any manner whatsoever, either orally or in writing, the said false doctrine; and after having received a notification that the said doctrine is contrary to Holy Writ, I wrote and published a book in which I treat this condemned doctrine and bring forward very persuasive arguments in its favor without answering them: I have been judged vehemently suspected of heresy, that is of having held and believed that the Sun is at the center of the Universe and immovable, and that the Earth is not at the center and that it moves. Therefore, wishing to remove from the minds of your Eminences and all faithful Christians this vehement suspicion reasonably conceived against me, I abjure with a sincere heart and unfeigned faith these errors and heresies, and I curse and detest them as well as any other error, heresy or sect contrary to the Holy Catholic Church. And I swear that for the future I shall neither say nor assert orally or in writing such things as may bring upon me similar suspicions; and if I know any heretic, or one suspected of heresy, I will denounce him to this Holy Office, or to the Inquisitor or Ordinary of the place in which I may be."
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O zi din viatza mea : Apr 13, 2007

Pentru cei care in mod ocazional, traiesc o zi mizerabila (ex: LUNI) si ar avea nevoie sa-si descarce nervii pe cineva ... pe cineva necunoscut... Eram asezat la birou cand mi-am amintit ca uitasem sa raspund cuiva care-mi telefonase. Am gasit nr. respectiv si am sunat. Un barbat raspunde:
- Alo? Zic politicos: Pot sa vorbesc cu d-na Popescu, va rog?
Tipul imi inchide telefonul in nas injurand. Nu puteam sa cred ca cineva putea fi atat de nesimtit. Verfic numarul. Inversasem ultimele doua cifre... Dupa ce am vorbit cu d-na Popescu, decid sa mai fac un apel spre numarul gresit. Cand tipul raspunde, ii urlu:
- Esti doar un gaozar idiot! si inchid.
Am notat numarul cu mentiunea "+gaozar" si l-am lasat aproape de telefonul de pe birou. Pe urma, la fiecare doua-trei saptamani, cand aveam intr-adevar cate o zi infernala, il sunam pe tip si-i urlam:
- Nu esti decat un gaozar prost de mana a doua!
Asta ma facea sa ma simt mai bine. Cand a aparut posibilitatea de a
afisa numerele care te apeleaza, m-am gandit ca s-ar putea sa fie sfarsitul apelurilor terapeutice catre gaozar. Asa ca am sunat si:
- Buna ziua, numele meu este Bogdan Horescu, de la Romtelecom. Va sun pentru a va intreba daca cunoasteti noul nostru serviciu de afisaj? Tipul a urlat: Nu! si a inchis telefonul injurand.
L-am sunat din nou, rapid, sa-i spun:
- Asta din cauza ca nu esti decat un gaozar prost!
Cateva saptamani mai tarziu, ma duc la cumparaturi. Dupa mai multe minute de cautare gasesc in sfarsit un loc de parcare liber. Cum ma pregatesc sa parchez acolo, un tip, intr-un BMW negru, imi taie calea si-mi ia locul. Il claxonez si-i spun ca am asteptat destul ca sa prind locul respectiv.Imi raspunde printr-un deget; si se indreapta spre magazine. Eram furios si ma pregateam sa caut un alt loc de parcare cand am remarcat anuntul "De vanzare" pe geamul din spate al BMW-ului. Am notat numarul . Cateva zile mai tarziu, imediat dupa ce
am sunat la primul gaozar (i-am pus numarul pe speed-dial si formez tot timpul inainte *67, pentru ca numarul meu sa nu se afiseze), m-am gandit ca ar fi o idee sa sun si la gaozar posesor de BMW. Am format numarul si cineva a raspuns:
- Alo?
Zic: - Sunteti domnul care are un BMW negru de vanzare?
- Exact!
Atunci intreb:
- Puteti sa-mi dati adresa unde as putea sa vad masina? - Da. Stau pe Stefan cel Mare 180, o casa de caramida rosie. Masina este tot timpul parcata in fata.
Indraznesc: - Numele d-voastra?;
- Numele meu este Marcel Pavelescu.
Si urmez: - Cand este cel mai indicat sa va caut, dle Pavelescu?
- Sunt acasa in fiecare dupa-amiaza, dupa ora 17.
Adaug: - Asculta Marcel, pot sa-ti zic ceva?
- Da?
Lovitura de gratie: - Nu esti decat un gaozar idiot!
Inchid telefonul si il bag si p-asta pe speed-dial. De acum, cand am cate o zi mizerabila, am doi gaozari de sunat.
Dar dupa ce i-am sunat cu randul timp de cateva luni, nu ma mai simteam asa de usurat ca la inceput. La sfarsitul unei zile cu adevarat nimicitoare, mi-a venit o idee... Tocmai trecuse de ora 17 si-l sun pe gaozar no 1.
- Alo? Nu esti decat o gaura de cur! dar de data asta nu inchid.
- Esti inca acolo? ma intreaba.
- Da!
Atunci imi striga: - Nu mai suna, ca altfel ...
I-o tai repede: - Ba p-a ma-tii, gaozar imputit!
Urla: - Cine esti?
Raspund: - Ce, vrei sa ne masuram? Esti tare-n barba? Numele meu este Marcel Pavelescu.
- Zau? Si unde stai?
Bravez: Draga gaozar, stau pe Stefan cel Mare 180. Am o casa superba de caramida rosie si un BMW care te-ar face sa crapi de invidie.
- Vin imediat, Marcel, si-ai sa vezi cum am sa te fac sa-ti inghiti dintii.
Surad: - Nu mi-e frica de tine, gaozar idiot, vino!
Imediat am sunat la gaozar no 2:
- Alo?
- Salut, gaozare! si astept.
Tipul incepe sa urle:
- Daca pun vreodata mana pe tine ...
- Ce-o sa-mi faci?
- Iti sparg botu'!
- Da? Bine. E ziua ta norocoasa, gaozare! Vin!
Am inchis si am sunat imediat la politie spunand ca locuiesc la nr. 180 pe Stefan cel Mare si ca nu mai pot rezista, il voi omori pe nenorocitul de amant homosexual.
Apoi am sunat la PROTV informandu-i ca o bataie intre sefii bandelor de motociclisti se va derula pe Stefan cel Mare la nr. 180. Apoi am sarit in masina si m-am infiintat prin apropierea locului respectiv...
Si am vazut doi imbecili batandu-se pe viata si pe moarte, in fata a sase masini de patrula si al unui elicopter de Politie, precum si sub nasul echipei de la Stirile de seara ale ProTV.

ACUM ma simt mult mai bine.