Intuition, for which the unit of measure is the soul of a liter, I have finally come, today, at 17 and 34, while walking down Corso Cavour towards the town library.
not come in a violent way, and my body was not hit by sudden shocks. I did not start rolling on the ground in the throes of madness, like a St. Paul on a road to Damascus. Simply, I conveyed the air around me in a single thought, and then store it in the most remote of the mind. Up to 120 seconds ago, that when I opened the action at this very moment is making me write this piece of web.
Meanwhile, over these two hours and 32 minutes, I met few people, absorbed knowledge, physical energy spent, swallowed a pill for a sore throat and so on, in a series of many actions as significant for the arch of my daily life. And yet, the thought was not extinct but came back to the surface like a hollow ball thrown in a bucket of water with a force impressed enough to soak it in full, before it is pushed out again as a result of some physical law that I should know but do not really remember, God forgive me.
The unit of measurement is the soul liters .... crazy.
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