I love to define the modern era as the era of the weekend. This word is wrong even in Italian, should not even exist. Coined by a cast of British, American origins, as usual, contains the essence of the neologism more flashy. Still, the weekend is for the sins of a tradition, like almost all things negative and damaging the company that we have inherited, a religious tradition, to be precise, because religion is inherent in all our pass daily - and how could it be otherwise, given that the man is so fragile that not being able to self-enforcing anything, necessitating a divine entity that suggests when to stop working, even. It was God who, in Genesis decided that the Sabbath was to be the sacred day of rest, of Requies , after pulling up a universe from the dust raised by his frowning brow - kills all the biblical poetry, but it is an image more divine, in my view. Then on Saturday, and then nothing, because on Sunday, although nomata "day of God" (from the Latin Domini), was the start of something Again, a new creation, a departure for whatever new course infinite. For the Jews, in fact, the Sabbath is a sacred moment of the week, the day of the sabbath , as suggested by the word itself. And here our culture stumbles, because the conflict between the great monotheistic religions have brought endless disquisitions on what and how many even have to be our day of rest, and the preference of God than on Saturday or Sunday - an interesting question that surely all We wanted to give him at least once in their lifetime.
to solve all was another divine entity of respect: money.
In 1926, Henry Ford, the largest carmaker in the U.S. and a man of wide, very wide view, due to the large amounts of Jews in his factories, the factories began closing on Saturdays, as well as Sunday. This led to large-scale imitation, which departed from the United States before entering into any culture. Thus, Judaism, Jeovah, the powerful God who forgives no one, sweeping away the city with a finger, violent and vengeful angels, the apocalypse, the Bar mitzvah, the kibbutz and the circumcision, we lengthened the weekend . A little bit a hand we also put Jesus Christ in person, began what was illuminated, with his consent in a broad sense to extend the weekend. His his famous " man is not for the Sabbath but the Sabbath is for man , slammed in the faces of the Pharisees, we remained very ill, but is then made into account, I think, that maybe was not as bad as preaching - for once.
Before Saturday and Sunday to witness the eternal burden of theological beliefs on self-induced human destiny, are a string of austere and exotic deities, in multiple languages \u200b\u200band cultures represented, parading without realizing it, with us as we work in the office, we bring our children to school, trying to make ends meet (another good definition, tied to the lunar month).
The Moon Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn, the Roman crowd on the week, whether divine heavenly, and next to them another large group of the most picturesque of the Gentiles: Tyr, Wodan, Thor, Freja, all mixed together the Anglo-Saxon names of the week, with the mysterious ... an interesting cross-cultural parallels between all of Jupiter, the god of thunder, a natural element that connects the Thursday Latin, English and German: Thursday, day of Thor; Donnerstag, days of thunder. It is fascinating to know that the weekend we were accompanied by a whole pantheon, and there are not even notice.
And so, the world government, which forces us to spend most of our time in productive activities, gives us the weekend. This dark dilemma consists of two days, 48 \u200b\u200bhours, 2880 minutes, 172800 seconds. What to do? Where to go? Who is?
Often the company cancels and resets in forty-eight hours without even realizing it. He feels a need to need to "life" ... but who knows what ... life is not one that bustles with locals, like the moss between two moldy tree bark, nor is it likely that pounding the keys from behind a screen , and so is well vain search. So hopefully in more of an opportunity, a moment in the balance between "we all can be heroes, just for one day" and "I want to do whatever common people do, trying to incorporate into all possible pseudo-social activity that you forgot to do during the parade of the week, hopefully culminating in what many believe to be the climax any self-respecting good weekend: sexual activity, possibly random, as the discovery of a fine piece of cheese in the fridge and not expired - fortuitous moment and enlightening.
Stun from the work week, stunned by the din finesettimanale, there is no respite for humans, who after all seem to want to be just stunned .
Every now and then, through a barrage of lasers, and a dose of dazzling bass sub-woofer as big as the eye of a Cyclops, emerging from the crowd as a U.S. Marines from the jungles of Vietnam, someone comes up running, lost , with even the smell of alcohol on him. Obviously can no longer, and repeats that perhaps it is no longer the case. Okay, the fight to avoid being set aside by a job that often in human society is dehumanizing, it's tough, but that to avoid being sucked into the black hole of the weekend is perhaps even worse, because it seems like everything but watching from a black hole certain points of view - usually placed through the bottom of a bottle, or the smoke of dry ice.
That person ran away, and walks away, the music died in the distance, shaking his head and the effects of alcohol, and who knows what else, seem to slip away. The alcohol, the social glue that characterizes the weekend of modern man, not like cyanoacrylate, tends to dissolve and fade, and the difference is apparent. Suddenly, the man finds himself alone in the middle of the city, who barely knows where his house because he lives next to a skyscraper that you see from there. Taxi there are none, because they are all around the premises, such as jackals, wild dogs from the stomach of mumbling they yearn only to grab the first victims spotted wandering around, aimlessly. So, he thinks, will have to walk: will be two or three kilometers, it is also fine. Maybe four. It's cold.
Well, the sun is rising again, and tomorrow is the day of the Moon, Monday, that the moon has very little - perhaps a lunatic, what is the point here. Tomorrow is Monday and he already can not remember how I spent these quarantottore. And the worst thing he knows, are the comments of colleagues. "Come on, come on, it's Monday, give me peace!" "I hate Mondays", "there is no worst day of the week", "is Monday, I have not even had a coffee yet and you talk to me about work? ". Yeah. The excuse on Monday and the coffee ... what better way to feel like a wedge driven into some anonymous puzzle that represents the rustic landscapes to paintings by scavengers? is always the same , so predictable, yet no one notices, no one hears about.
And he still has yet to four kilometers on foot. It's cold.
A weekend warrior, a faithful disciple of San Viernes that ... Bidding starts as early as Wednesday ... but maybe not for him any more.
Perhaps it is not never been so .
Weekend Warrior
(Harris/Gers)
The rebel of yesterday, tomorrow's fool
Who are you kidding being that cool?
Trying to break away from running
with the pack
But they ain't listening so you've
gotta go back
You're a weekend warrior when
you're one of the crowd
But it's over, just look at you now...
You're not so brave the way you behave
It makes you sick, gotta get out quick
It's all bravado when you're out
with your mates
It's like a different person goes through
those gates
And the game begins
the adrenalin's high
Feel the tension maybe someone
will die...
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you ain't
that way anymore
You've gotta get out gotta get away
But you're in with a clique it's not
easy to stray
You've gotta admit you're just
living a lie
It didn't take long to work out why
It's hard to say why you got involved
Just wanting to be part
just wanting to belong...
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you ain't
that way anymore
Some of the things that you've done
you feel so ashamed
After all it's only a game... isn't it?
And after all the adrenalin's gone
What you gonna do on Monday?
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you ain't
that way anymore
A weekend warrior lately
A weekend warrior sometimes
A weekend warrior maybe you were
never like that at all
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