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ALERTA - SPOILERS DE "THE FAULT IN OUR STARS"

SI SEGUÍS LEYENDO NO ES MI CULPA

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"We live in a universe devoted to the creation, and eradication, of awareness. Augustus Waters did not die after a lenghty battle with cancer. He died after a lenghty battle with human consciousness, a victim-as you will be-of the universe's need to make and unmake all that is possible."

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"You'll live forever in our hearts, big man."

(That particularly galled me, because it implied the immortality of those left behind: You will live forever in my memory, because I will live forever! I AM YOUR GOD NOW, DEAD BOY! I OWN YOU! Thinking you won't die is yet another side effect of dying.)


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It seemed like forever ago, like we'd had this brief but still infinite forever. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.

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"I don't know what I believe, Hazel. I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience."
[...] "You know what I believe? I remember in college I was takin this math class, this really great math class taught by this tiny old woman. She was talking about fast Fourier transforms and she stopped midsentence and said,'Sometimes it seems the universe just wants to be noticed.'
That's what I believe. I believe the universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased towards conciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed. And who am I, living in the middle of history, to tell the universe that it-or my observation of it-is temporary?"

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"I used to think it would be fun to live on a cloud. [...] But then in middle school science, Mr. Martinez asked who among us had ever fantasized about living in the clouds, and everyone raised their hands. Then Mr. Martinez told us that up in the clouds the wind blew one hundred and fifty miles an hour and the temperature was thirty below zero and there was no oxygen and we'd all die within seconds."
"Sounds like a nice guy."
"He specialized in the murder of dreams, Hazel Grace, let me tell you. You think volcanoes are awesome? Tell that to the ten thousand screaming corpses at Pompeii. You still secretly believe that there is an element of magic to this world? It's all just soulless molucules bouncing against each other randomly. Do you worry about who will take care of you if your parent die? As well you should, because they will be worm food in the fullness of time."
"Ignorance is bliss," I said.

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"I'm in love with you," he said quietly.
"Augustus," I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple plesure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we are all doomed and that there will come a day when all of our labor has been returned to dust, and I know that the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I'm in love with you."

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El Diablo es pobre
En las ciudades de nuestro tiempo, inmensas cárceles que encierran a los prisioneros del miedo, las fortalezas dicen ser casas y las armaduras simulan ser trajes.
Estado de sitio. No se distraiga, no baje la guardia, no se confíe. Los amos del mundo dan la voz de alarma. Ellos, que impunemente violan la naturaleza, secuestran países, roban salarios y asesinan gentíos, nos advierten: cuidado. Los peligrosos acechan, agazapados en los suburbios miserables, mordiendo envidias, tragando rencores.
Los pobres: los pelagatos, los muertos de las guerras, los presos de las cárceles, los brazos disponables, los brazos desechables.
El hambre, que mata callando, mata a los callados. Los expertos, los pobrólogos, hablan por ellos. Nos cuentan en qué no trabajan, qué no comen, cuánto no pesan, cuánto no miden, qué no tienen, qué no piensan, qué no votan, en qué no creen.

Sólo nos falta saber por qué los pobres son pobres. ¿Será porque su hambre nos alimenta y su desnudez nos viste?


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El Mal copia al Bien
El uno de sus frescos, en una capilla de Padua, el Giotto mostró los tormentos que los diablos infligían a los pecadores en el Infierno.
Como en otras obras de otros artistas de la época, los instrumentos del suplicio infernal provocaban espanto y miedo. Y cualquiera podía reconocer, en ese muestrario, las herramientas que la Santa Inquisición utilizaba para imponer la fe católica. Dios inspiraba a su peor enemigo: Satanás imitaba, en el infierno, la tecnología del dolor que los inquisidores aplicaban en la tierra.
El castigo confirmaba que este mundo no era más que un ensayo general del infierno. En el Más Acá y en el Más allá, la desobediencia merecía el mismo premio.

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