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Protagoras’ın Atina’dan Sürülüşü

Antik dönemin önemli filozoflarından Protagoras, Demokritos’un öğrencilerinden birisiydi. Kendini geçimini agoralarda herkese açık okuma etkinlikleri düzenleyerek sağlıyordu. Biliyorsunuz ki sofistler, o dönemin önemli eğitmenleriydi ve toplum tarafından saygı duyulurdu.

Fakat Protagoras’ın bu okuma etkinliklerinde dile getirdiği tanrılarla ilgili görüşleri Atina halkı tarafından tepki çekmiş, dinsizlikle suçlanmış ve şehirden kovulmuştur. Bu duruma sebep olan sözleri; ‘Tanrıların ne var olduklarını ne de var olmadıklarını söyleyebiliriz. Çünkü onların varlığını kanıtlamaya, onları bilmeyi engelleyen çok şey var. En başta da belirsizlik ve insan yaşamının kısa olması geliyor.’ şeklindeydi.

Protagoras’ın bu sözleri ve sofist oluşu nedeniyle Platon tarafından safsatacı, düzenbaz; düşünür Timon tarafından da her şeye burnunu sokan kişi olarak görülmüştür.

Protagoras, kovulduğu Atina’dan Sicilya’ya gitmek üzere gemiyle ayrılmış, bindiği geminin denize batması sonucunda boğularak ölmüştür.

Amore e Psiche ai giorni nostri

- Come compito di italiano mi hanno assegnato di interpretare il mito di Amore e Psiche adattandolo ai giorni nostri. Fatemi sapere che ne pensate(: -

Psiche cammina lungo i corridoi della scuola come se stesse sfilando alla settimana della moda di Milano. Ha il passo deciso, l’espressione di superiorità e indifferenza è ben studiata, lascia che le persone la fissino con invidia o desiderio.
È la più bella. Lo sanno tutti, lo sa lei, e lo sa anche chi non l’ha mai vista, nessun uomo o donna può puntare a lei, è troppo in alto, quasi al pari di una dèa, quasi al livello di Afrodite, quasi come di una modella di Victoria’s Secret.
Psiche oggi non ha la pelle candida o una naturale bellezza e non porta con sé un dolce sorriso.
Psiche oggi si copre gli occhi di trucco nero, ha i capelli dalle punte bionde e calde di piastra, s'infila in aderenti jeans e minuscole magliette.
Psiche oggi non ti parla se non hai abbastanza ‘mi piace’ su Facebook, non ti sorride se hai meno di cento follower su Instagram.
Ai giorni nostri Psiche è molto più degli altri, in tutto e per tutto.

Il cuore di Psiche è difficile da raggiungere. Se la vuoi non devi farle i complimenti, non devi comprarle un mazzo di fiori, non devi portarla fuori a cena. Se la vuoi devi avere un litro di gel sui capelli, devi andare a tutte le feste più belle e vantarti di quanto alcol ti sei calato in corpo, devi rispondere male ai professori e prendere rapporti.

La vita di Pische è quella che desideri ma non hai. L’aspetto di Psiche, è quello che tenti di avere ma non ci riesci. Psiche è quello che vorresti essere ma non sei.

Presto però Psiche si accorge che gli manca qualcosa, non capisce cosa, sa solo che non sopporta più di uscire con le sue amiche perché non parlano d’altro che dei loro ragazzi. Si arrabbia ogni volta che apre i social e si trova foto di ragazzi che si baciano o scrivono frasi su quant’è bello l’amore. Quando cammina per strada e vede una coppia tenersi per mano distoglie lo sguardo e cambia strada.
È così che Psiche capisce che le manca una persona che la ami più di quanto lei ami se stessa, e la cerca, la cerca tra tutti i suoi pretendenti, esce con tanti ragazzi, ma da loro non ottiene che sofisticate cene al McDonald’s e insulti non appena li lascia.
Psiche è arrabbiata, ha un bel corpo ma nessuno la vuole per quello che ha dentro, e allora giura su tutto ciò che ha che lei non amerà mai e che il suo cuore non lo avrà nessuno, ne è sicura, lei giura su tutto ciò che è che non ce l’ha un cuore.

Ed ecco che proprio quando l’amore la abbandona, la trova Amore.
Amore non si muove per la città su un motorino rumoroso, usa una vecchia bicicletta con i freni consumati; non compra i vestiti a seconda di cosa va di moda, indossa le camicie dei fratelli o i maglioni del padre; a volte si dimentica di uscire senza telefono, ma porta sempre un libro o il suo quaderno pieno di scritte e una matita. Non va alle feste, il massimo della mondanità è sedersi in una piazza a suonare la chitarra con un paio di amici, giusto il sabato sera. In tv non guarda il calcio ma film in bianco e nero. Lui preferisce stare zitto piuttosto che parlare troppo e ascoltare troppo poco.
Amore oggi non ha boccoli biondi o guance rosee e non è figlio di potenti.
Amore oggi non si pettina i capelli la mattina perché si sveglia tardi e nella fretta se lo scorda, ha l’aspetto di un ragazzino ma non fa cose da giovani, si porta il pranzo da casa per non far spendere troppo i suoi genitori.
Amore oggi non è conosciuto da tutti per i suoi poteri, lui non ne ha.

La vita di Amore non è sulla terra, ma tra le nuvole e le stelle. L’aspetto di Amore è trascurabile, rispetto a tutto ciò che ha dentro. Amore è quello che tutti vorrebbero, ma nessuno si accorge veramente che esiste.

Il cuore di Amore è molto fragile. Lui sa tutto su cos’è l’amore: ha letto Shakespeare, Austen e Marquez, conosce bene il significato di amare e anche quello di soffrire. Lui crede nel romanticismo, nel saper aspettare, nelle parole e nei silenzi, crede nel vortice delle passioni, nel soffrire prima di gioire e non c’è niente al mondo che desideri più di essere amato e amare.
È fatto così lui, a molti sembra antiquato e non integrato con gli altri ragazzi, ma a lui sta bene così, è talmente preso dall’idea di avere una storia come quella dei suoi romanzi che si definisce un esperto di amore.
Anzi, è quasi il dio dell’amore, Amore.

Lui consiglia i suoi amici su come conquistare una ragazza e riesce sempre a sistemarli tutti, eppure si guarda intorno e non ha nessuno accanto.
Ormai anche chi non lo conosce si rivolge a lui, e quando vede chi ha aiutato felice e innamorato si sente fiero di se stesso e delle sue conoscenze, però guarda la sua mano e non c’è nessuno che la stringe.
Arriva a un punto in cui con solo qualche parola veloce riesce a far nascere una coppia, tutti lo ringraziano, tutti gli giurano che senza di lui non ci sarebbe l’amore, ma lui si guarda dentro e il suo cuore è solo.
Amore è triste, ha un cuore talmente grande e pieno d’amore ma nessuno a cui darlo e nessuno da cui riceverlo, così vaga tra la gente, solo con i suoi libri.

A Psiche serve Amore e ad Amore serve Psiche, ma non lo sanno.
Si sono visti tante volte ma non si sono mai davvero guardati, se solo l’avessero fatto forse adesso sarebbero felici insieme.

Per essere felici però ci sono delle prove da superare, devono andare oltre a quello che vedono, riuscire ad apprezzare anche con gli occhi chiusi.
È necessario uscire dalla realtà che si sono creati ed entrare nel mondo reale per poterlo guardare da prospettive diverse da quelle che si sono imposti.
Ci vuole che riescano ad apprezzare la diversità, assorbirne i lati positivi e correggerne quelli negativi.
Perché Amore e Psiche siano felici, è inevitabile il dolore.

Ma quando saranno insieme, nulla li potrà più dividere e il loro sentimento sarà immortale.

Per un vero fotografo una storia non è un indirizzo a cui recarsi con delle macchine sofisticate e i filtri giusti. Una storia vuol dire leggere, studiare, prepararsi. Fotografare vuol dire cercare nelle cose quel che uno ha capito con la testa. La grande foto è l'immagine di un'idea
—  Tiziano Terzani - Un mondo che non esiste più, Longanesi, 2010

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one that actually likes BTS' new logo? 🙈It's much more sofisticated, mature and artsy compared to the bulletproof vest. I think it suits how BTS is like now. It can be interpreted in many ways, just like everything BigHit does.

I think we will all grow to like it just as we love anything BTS do. It is just that some of us accept change more quickly and easily ^^. BTW I like the way you described it *thumbs up*

Originally posted by bangtantrashsupply

Silver (Hoop) Lining

Hello! Hope you are having a fantastic day! Here I bring you the new phanfic I talked to you about. I did a ‘‘5 times… but 1′‘ kind of fic because it seemed appropiate for this prompt. Hope you enjoy it!

prompt: Imagine Person A poking/touching Person B’s earring.

summary: Dan has got a new earring. A single silver hoop on his left ear. Why is Phil so obsessed with the little earring?

word count: 2.6k

no trigger warnings

1.

It happened as soon as Dan entered the flat. He went to get some props for his next video, and apparently he ended up buying a single hoop silver earring for his left ear. He had actually mentioned it before in one of his liveshows, and today he saw the opportunity and did it. It looked sofisticated and even though it was barely noticeable he really liked it.

“Phil, I’m back!” he shouted, his roomate running down the stairs to him to help him pick up the bags he was carrying.

“Hey Dan, let me hel…” Phil stopped mid sentence when he noticed the new silver earring that Dan had on his left ear. “You have a new earring.”

“Yeah, I actually wanted to get one fo these a long time ago but I didn’t know if it will look good…” Dan explained, handing Phil one of the bags who was looking at him still with a surprised expression.

“It looks good on you. It suits you” Phil commented, lifting his free hand to poke it, mesmerized by how good his best friend looked with that earring, it really suited him.

“AH PHIL! It hurts!” Dan screamed, letting one of the bags fall down onto the floor to cover his ear.

“Sorry Dan!” Phil instantly apologized, retracting his hand to his side, feeling a bit guilty now he noticed Dan’s ear was getting red.

“Since it’s new it hurts, my earlobe still needs to get used to it…” his voice lower, now rubbing his hand on his ear to shoot down the pain a bit.

“Okay, I promise I won’t poke it again…” Phil said, grabbing the bag Dan had thrown onto the floor and turing to climb up the stairs, his best friend following him.

“Don’t promise something you know you can’t keep” Dan chuckled, knowing Phil he would try to do it again tomorrow if he was honest.

2.

Actually, Phil didn’t try to poke it tomorrow, or the day after… It was a week later when it happened.

Dan had fallen asleep editing his new video, his folded arms and half of his torso supporting his head, which was almost hidden by the big black headphones Dan wore everytime he was editing.

“Dan, dinner is ready if you want…” Phil knocked and opened the door, not even waiting for a response when he spotted his friend, alseep uncomfortably on his desk.

Phil was debating himself. Should he wake up Dan so he could have dinner or let him sleep? If he was honest, this week had been a bit of madness for the two of them and a bit of rest couldn’t do him wrong.

So, letting the first option win, he grabbed a blanket and drapped it around Dan’s shoulders so he wouldn’t get cold. Then, he saved the file of the video, in case Dan had forgot.

He was about to get out of the room when he noticed Dan still had his headphones on. Sleeping with headphones was horrible, and more if you were in such as an uncomfortable position as Dan was now. So he took some steps back and carefully lifted the headphones off Dan’s head, freeing his now red ears form that hell.

Dan moved his head, trying to find the most comfortable position now that he didn’t have any restraints around it, so he rested his right ear on his right forearm, letting his left ear free, the shiny hoop earring  making its’ appearance.

“Oh” Phil whispered, spotting it and seeing how red his ear was. It was probably hurting him… Decided, Phil crouched down a bit and rubbed his thumb and index finger around his earlobe, feeling the thing hoop earring around his fingers, noticing now how his ear was turing into a more pinkish color rather than red.

He started wandering off, looking at his adorably snuggled up friend, now his fingers softly caressing Dan’s left ear, when he felt a shiver go through Dan’s body, startling him and deciding that he better leave now before he woke up the sleeping boy.

By the time Phil left, he had to reheat his dinner.

3.

The third time it happened it had been an unconscious moment.

They were playing another “Best Friend Quiz” on the gaming channel when Dan threw the question. “At what age did I get my ears pierced?”

Phil looked at him, “I’m sure you haven’t mentioned that to me ever! I mean, you had your ears pierced the first time I met you but…” as the black haired was saying this, his hand unconsciosly lifted towards the damned thin earring, tapping it lightly with his fingers before caressing it a little.

“Give me three opitions, please!” Phil practically begged, not really wanting to fail this quiz.

“Okay, I will give you three options if you stop touching my earring! I told you, you are the worst at keeping promises!” Dan laughed, playfully swating Phil’s hand off his ear.

“Oh,” Phil seemed surprised at this. He hadn’t been aware of what he was doing. The way the earring looked in Dan’s ear was just so… And also it made Dan look so… Sexy. Inviting. Desirable.

“Sorry Dan” Phil laughed it off, his cheeks a bit red, hiding his hands behind his back so Dan would take the hint that he wouldn’t do it again. “Okay, now you can give me those three options!”

By the end of the video Dan had managed to post a tweet into his best friend’s account that had Phil blushing for a few hours. Something mentioning ‘Dan’s earring’ and 'wrong holes’.

4.

The fourth time it had been funny. Okay, maybe only funny for Phil.

They were getting ready to go to one of his friend’s birthday and Phil was already dressed up and was just putting on his socks when he heard a piercing scream followed by a “PHIL!”.

The black haired jumped out of his bed and hurried to his best friend bedroom, only to see him with his left arm awkwardly hanging in the air, his left ear glued to his shoulder, his neck awkwardly bent, comically waving his left hand that was hid by his black jumper’s sleeve.

“What on earth…” Phil muttered before letting a loud laugh after seeing dan in such a comical sitution.

“Stop laughing and help me! My jumper got stuck on my earring and I cannot separate them” Dan scolded his friend, not really wanting to move much due to the pain it was causing him.  

“I really want to take a picture to use as blackmail for the cereal thing,” Phil said stepping closer to Dan, who was currently about to shout at his friend when he countinued, “but I think your pain is not worth it.”

Phil, with his soft and slim fingers managed to separate the item of clothing from his earring, caressing his earlobe a bit trying to get the redness out of it. “There you go”, he whispered before letting his hand fall to his side.

“Oh thank god! That was painful as hell!” Dan moaned, moving his neck and left arm so he could get the blood flowing again even though his ear ached a bit it was definitely bearable compared to what he went through. “Thanks Phil” Dan said, a smile showing on his face.

“You are welcome,” Phil responded, his thumb and index finger missing the cold feeling of the earring between them. “Now go, put on your shoes or we are going to be late.”

“Yes Mr. Lester” Dan jokingly responded, making a soldier move before Phil playfully pushed him on his shoulder before turning around with a smile and heading back to his bedroom.

Phil was disappointed when the silver keyring in the pocket of his trousers didn’t give him the same feeling.

5.

Okay, the fifth time you can blame it on the alcohol.

They didn’t know how they got to this but after that birthday dinner they had decided to go to a nearby club, where they were invited to have free shots since it was their friend’s birthday which could explain why they were both now passionately making out in one of the couches that were located at the back of the club.

Phil was straddling Dan, who had one of his hands under Phil’s shirt and the other holding him from the hair, trying to kiss him even deeper.

When air was needed Phil didn’t miss a beat when he grabbed Dan by his nape tilting his head a bit, so he could kiss and nip his neck, which made Dan melt into the couch and close his eyes in pleasure as he was so sensitive.

Suddenly Phil started trailing kisses up his neck till he reached Dan’s pierced left ear where he bit softly his earlobe (not really wanting to cause him any pain) while shooting the “pain” with his tongue, making the silver earring move, causing a small friction that made Dan moan.

“I didn’t know you had sensitive ears” Phil whispered to him repeating the action and earning another moan from Dan.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for earrings” Dan mocked him, even though his tone was clearly not appropiate for a jocking sentence.  

Phil stopped for two seconds before answering, “It’s not for earrings, it’s just for brown haired boys who wear hoop silver earrings that make them look sexy.” Phil took the earring between his teeth and tugged it, a stinging sensation passing through Dan’s body making him shiver.

Dan grabbed Phil’s head making him stop his actions so he could look him in the eyes. “Why don’t we go back and continue this on the bedr…” but Dan’s sentence was cut by a drunk girl stumbbling onto them (not even saying sorry before going back to her friends), making Phil fall to the other side of the couch next to Dan, one of his legs across Dan’s lap, startling them both from the passionate moment they were having.

“You okay?” Dan asked Phil, sobering up a bit. Phil, on the other hand, had a worried expression on his face, his eyes not daring to look at Dan’s. Before that girl made them separate Phil was almost about to agree to  have sex with Dan and that coudln’t happen. At least not when they were both drunk and he knew Dan probably didn’t want nothing more that sex. Phil loved Dan and for him it wouldn’t be just sex. He couldn’t just have sex with him.

“Sorry Dan, I shouldn’t have kissed you, just… I need to think. See you at home if you still want to come back. I’m sorry.” Phil rapidly said, his words tumbling from his mouth while standing up and heading towards the exit of the club.

Dan, still a bit disorientated from the alcochol and what just happened, saw how Phil was just exiting the club. He tried to stop him before he left but he couldn’t make it on time. Once he was out he saw the taxi Phil was in turn the curb down the road.

Dan groaned in frustration but now that he thought about it they were both drunk and Dan wasn’t really sure if he wanted just sex with Phil. He offered to go home because Phil seemed to want him, but Dan knew it wouldn’t have been just sex for him and that frustrated him even more.

Needless to say they both didn’t sleep well that night.

+1.

The sixth time changed it all.

After their 'make out almost leading to drunk sex’ moment, all their encounters were being awkward. They stopped watching anime together, they started to cook individually, they also couldn’t manage to film any gaming videos anymore.

One morning after Phil showered he noticed Dan’s hoop earring was on the sink, probably forgotten after taking it out before showering. So, he changed into fresh clothes and picked the small hoop, knocking on Dan’s bedroom door before opening it “Dan?”

“Yes?” Dan said, standing up from his desk and walking up to Phil, surprised to see him there.

“You forgot your earring on the sink” Phil murmured, extending his hand to show him the shiny object.

“Oh,” Dan looked at it and then back at Phil, who was also looking at it, a nostalgic look drawn on his face.

Dan had to admit he was also remembering what had happened in the club. They both messed up, and he missed his best friend, and even if Phil didn’t want anything more with him at least he could still be friends. He had to try and his plan was starting now.

“C'mon help me put it on” Dan picked up the earring and grabbed Phil’s hand leading him to his big bedroom mirror.

“Dan, I don’t know, I might hurt you” Phil said, unsure why Dan wanted his help to put on his earring but he didn’t ask, not sure about what the response would be.

“No, you won’t. I trust you. Here,” Dan handed Phil the earring, who took it delicately and looked at it a few times before putting a hand onto Dan’s left earlobe so he could see better. Once he had spotted the little hole he inserted the earring carefully, closing it around and letting his fingers caress it a bit like he had done a few times before.

“I’ve missed your hands touching my earring. I’ve missed you.”  Dan wishpered, circling his hand around Phil’s wrist and then laced their fingers, tugging him a bit closer.

“Dan, I’ve missed you too but after what happened in the club…” Phil sighed but Dan didn’t speak and let him continue, “I messed up our friendship by kissing you. I’m sorry.”

“ I know we were drunk but… What if I wanted you to kiss me? What if I don’t want us to be just friends?” Dan suddenly said, making Phil look at him surprisedly, not really expecting that reaction from the brown haired. “Maybe you just want to be friends only but I need you to know that after what happ..”

Phil cut him off by kissing him, his thin fingers now on his cheek, making Dan tilt his head a bit so they could kiss deeper, a moan escaping through their mouths almost at the same time.

“I guess there is not turning back now… Not after that kiss” Dan said after they separated. Phil shyly smiled at him, making Dan grab him by the collar of his jumper and bringing him closer (if possible) so he could kiss him again.

“I hope we don’t. Otherwhise, it will be difficult for me to see you and not be able to kiss you…” Phil dived in again, but this time aiming for Dan’s ear, rememebring how he had made him feel at the club.

“I’m starting to think you like my earring more than me…” Dan jocked but let Phil nip at his silver hoop, making the brown haired almost melt to the floor.

“Trust me, even if you had the ugliest of the earrings I would still want you, but this one makes you even look sexier…” Phil flirted, letting his mouth travel to Dan’s neck, sucking the sking a bit so he could leave a hickey.

Dan tugged him back to his lips by the collar again but this time only giving him a peck and smiling against his lips. “Then, I’m gonna wear it all the time so you find me sexy every time you look at me.”

“I don’t have anything against that.” Phil whispered, leading them both to the bed, where they ended up making out for hours.

A few weeks later both would end up in that same bed without any clothes, only a single silver hoop earring shining in the dark bedroom.

Auguri a tutte le donne che leggono questo post, ricordate sempre che nelle nostre vene scorre sangue di guerriere, quello di coloro che hanno combattuto e dedicato sé stesse per la parità dei sessi, coloro che hanno dimostrato al mondo che non solo siamo più sensibili e sofisticate, ma che abbiamo la stoffa per lottare nella società, come ogni leonessa a capo del proprio branco. Ma c'è ancora molto da fare. Ora che il testimone è stato passato a noi, cerchiamo di renderle onore senza abbassarci a come certi uomini ci vorrebbero, perché a volte, può essere nostra la colpa se decidiamo di indossare un collarino al posto di una tiara.
—  Comeunpuzzledivetro
Lei era una che si definiva ‘diversamente normale’, si perché era un po’ pazza in realtà, stralunata, ma soprattutto essere 'normali’ significava essere come le altre, come quelle femminili e sofisticate, e lei non ci teneva proprio ad essere normale.
Incearca sa o castigi chiar daca e a ta deja.

Citesc des astfel de citate, mai mult sau mai putin asemanatoare, ideea e ca toate au la baza aceeasi idee ‘sa o impresionezi mereu’.Dar daca ea nu vrea sa fie impresionata? Daca ea te-a ales pe tine tocmai pentru ca te-a observat printre laudarosii care o claxonau sau bogatii de carton care ii ofereau tot felul de cadouri sofisticate?Daca ea e alt tipar?Nu toate fetele pun botul la lucruri materiale, poate daca faci chestii de genul asta, o pierzi, dai dovada ca nu esti cu nimic mai bun decat ceilalti.Daca ea s-a indragostit de tine asa simplu cum esti, doar de caracterul tau, de simtul umorului care, poate sa fie avantajul tau in fata oricarui BMW. Nu te gandi ca ai castigat-o, la urma urmei nu e un trofeu, si indiferent ce inseamna asta, nu o trata ca pe unul.Un zambet si o imbratisare nu costa nimic.Degeaba o imbraci in Prada, si o plimbi intr-o masina care costa cat PIB-ul Romaniei, daca nu sti ce simte si cum sa o faci sa zambeasca,cand are cea mai mare nevoie.Daca nu are ce sa invete de la tine, nu o sa isi iroseasca timpul.Cititi impreuna cartea ei preferata la o cana de ciocolata calda, las-o sa se joace cu tine.Iubeste-o, nu o cumpara.