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damn, how many typos..

I would firmly say no to your initial questions, except for the third one, to which I would respond that from manure flowers do indeed grow, but they stink of shit; however, I have absolutely no idea about the song in question, so I won't judge. Nonetheless, this year I followed X Factor here and there solely to gain a sad confirmation: the collapse of Elio, from an artist I personally respected and admired to a grotesque puppet in the grip of the lethal moods of the Moloch mentioned above. A pathetic buffoon who, between one carnival act and another, invoked names and big names in a flurry to exalt that latrine of Nevruz, the true unworthy germ and snotty regurgitation of the most vulgar and orchestrated mass culture. Horrible from top to bottom. What can arise from such manure? I have no idea, but I would tread carefully, because success hurts, and not a little.

Indeed, your point of view is commendable. I didn't mean to highlight "Innominabile" as a watershed between two different literary epochs of HPL, but rather to emphasize its "mixed" nature, with echoes of his passion for the past and hints of the immaterial and cosmic horror that is yet to come. I believe that one of the inspirations most dear to our author is that, somewhat underestimated, drawn from the puritan historical context before and after the revolution. Let's say it represents a third way aside from the dreamlike and the fantastic-cosmic.

Gallagher, you're not mistaken.. The last piece I happened to see told a story that was anything but mysterious; it was the little-known tale of the English attack on the Dardanelles in 1915, and I must say it was well done. But I confirm my impression of Gacobbo: he's quite a charmer, because he builds castles of nonsense, supported by "evidence" and "testimonials," only to conclude: "Did it really go this way? Perhaps we'll never know.." That said, he does manage to make you laugh and spend a nice half-hour..

I haven't read the book and I never will, because the topic doesn't intrigue me at all. However, I have to admit that every now and then I watch Voyager because it literally makes me burst out laughing; what cracks me up the most is the analytical attitude of the host, exemplified by his classic phrase: "this is what the scientific community claims. But for some less orthodox scholars, things could have gone differently." And there you go, already a stream of nonsense (The Odyssey set in Norway is galactic, as is Sardinia being Atlantis). The point is all in that phrase, in my opinion. Maybe Giacobbo starts with a bit of popular science, but then he shifts into high gear and, backed by second-rate South American "experts," pulls theories and nonsense out of the hat left and right. And it becomes an entertainment program... A formula that apparently works, if we overlook the small detail that maybe the herd can even be convinced... A character that's 110% Italian, dear Giacobbo...

You did a great job, although I find it a bit too heavy (maybe the plot summary could have been much more concise).. don't take it the wrong way, but I struggle a bit to reconcile the appreciation of certain works with the fact of being over the moon with the concert of La Diga-ga or with Madonna's albums.. For heaven's sake, nothing against it, but they seem a bit antithetical to me. Well, anyway, here we are talking about one of the most unsettling and incisive works of the twentieth century, one of those that leave a mark..

We measure distance in kilometers, but even if man did not exist on Earth, there would still be a distance between the peak of one mountain and another; this seems obvious to me. We have categorized distance, but it is a fact. Two walls, or rather four, certainly delineate a distance between them, but also a space, which has its limits and is there... it's not eternal, because walls can collapse, but it is limited. Of course, you can’t measure the space occupied by coffee spilled on a carpet, but I’m not talking about the stain; I’m referring to the fact that coffee, as a liquid matter with a certain mass, occupies space. And if you weigh the carpet soiled with coffee, it will probably be a tiny bit heavier than when it was clean... This is to say that we humans include space in categories, subsets, and calculation systems that make our existence easier, but regardless of this, space does not exist because the square meter or the centimeter was conceived; it exists in itself because mass exists. If space is considered before the mass that occupies it, then we first have to decide whether the egg or the chicken comes first, and it might just blow our minds...

One moment, the distance between Oslo and Paris exists, it is real. We assign it a value (kilometers, miles, whatever you want), but it exists; we didn’t invent it, we can’t ignore it or bypass it. It exists because the Earth stretches through space. Obviously, if you measure the space between two walls and then knock them down, it’s no longer there, but two erected walls define a precise space, at least in one direction. If I break the cup and the good hot coffee ends up on the floor, it still occupies a space, of different extent and size, but it occupies it. Space isn’t defined solely by constructed boundaries. If you talk to me about cosmic space, the limits of which we don’t know, that’s one thing, even if it’s still a space where matter moves and rotates, is positioned and mixes.

"Are there high schools that aren't like this?" Well, yes...

But excuse me PANNZZOONE1, can you measure the distance between, let’s say, Oslo and Paris? I would say yes. Of course, you can measure the space inside a cup; it doesn’t matter who made it, it’s still space. There might be one that’s 7 centimeters wide and maybe another that’s 50 cm wide. And it could be in a room of 80 square meters, which in turn is in a block that measures 100 meters by 300, and so on. Space is not a matter of opinion. We talk about centimeters and meters, others talk about inches and feet, some might measure it with their own tool, but it's still space. And it’s a physical dimension, so it’s not abstract. If matter exists, then the space it occupies also exists.