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Hare Krsna !

Tenham medo das profecias sastricas que fala sobre maltratar um real Brāhmaṇa , eu li que isto atrai todo tipo de miséria , principalmente material que é o que  vocês correm atraz como loucos , loucos por dinheiro por poder, loucos para  serem gurus  e terem muitos discipulos ,se preparem para a miseria , oro a krishna por misericordia mas nem Krshna pode ajudar nesta hora  , esta É  a lei  divina .




Dance, Monkeys, Dance! - Written and performed by Ernest Cline - soundtrack: "Music for a found harmonium" by the Penguin Cafe Orchestra.

There are billions of galaxies in the observable universe. And each of them contains hundreds of billions of stars. In one of the galaxies, orbiting one of these stars. Lies a little blue planet. And this planet is run by a bunch of monkeys...

Now these monkeys don't think of themselves as monkeys. They don't even think of themselves as animals. In fact, they love to list all the things that they think separate them from the animals. Opposable thumbs, self awareness... They use words like Homo Erectus and Australopithecus. You say tomato, I say tomatoe. They're animals alright; They're monkeys. Monkeys with high speed digital fiber-optic technology, but monkeys never-the-less.

I mean, they're clever. You've got to give them that. The pyramids, skyscrapers, phantom jets, the Great Wall of China. That's all pretty impressive, for a bunch of monkeys.

Monkeys whose brains have evolved to such an unmanageable size that it's pretty much impossible for them to stay happy for any length of time. In fact, they're the only animals who think they're supposed to be happy. All the other animals can just BE.

But it's not that simple for the monkeys.

You see, the monkeys are cursed with consciousness. and so the monkeys are afraid. So the monkeys worry. The monkeys worry about everything, but mostly about what all the other monkeys think. Because the monkeys desperately want to fit in, with the other monkeys.

Which is pretty hard to do, because a lot of the monkeys hate each other. This is really what separates them from the other animals. These monkeys hate. They hate monkeys that are different. Monkeys from different places. Monkeys who are different color. You see, the monkeys feel alone: ALL 6 BILLION of them.

Some of the monkeys pay another monkey to listen to their problems. The monkeys want answers. And the monkeys know they are going to die. So the monkeys make up gods. and then they worship them. Then the monkeys start to argue over whose made-up god is better. And then the monkeys get really pissed off and this is usually when the monkeys decide that it's a good time to start killing each other. So the monkeys wage war. The monkeys make hydrogen bombs. The monkeys have got their entire planet wired up to explode. The monkeys just can't help it.

Some of the monkeys play to a sold out crowd of other monkeys.

The monkeys make trophies, and then they give them to each other... Like it means something.

Some of the monkeys think they've got it all figured out. Some of the monkeys read Nietzsche. The monkeys argue about Nietzsche. Without ever giving any consideration to the fact that Nietzsche was just another monkey.

The monkeys make plans. The monkeys fall in love. The monkeys have sex. And then they make more monkeys.

The Monkees make music. And then the monkeys dance. DANCE MONKEYS DANCE!

The monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise. The monkeys have so much potential if they would only apply themselves. The monkeys shave the hair off their bodies in blatant denial of their true monkey nature. The monkeys build giant monkey hives, that they call cities.

The monkeys draw a lot of imaginary lines in the dirt. The monkeys are running out of oil. Which is what fuels their precarious civilization. The monkeys are polluting and raping their planet like there's no tomorrow. The monkeys like to pretend that everything is just fine. Some of the monkeys actually believe that the entire universe was created for their benefit. As you can see these are some messed up monkeys. These monkeys are at once the ugliest and the most beautiful creatures on the planet. And the monkeys don't want to be monkeys, they want to be something else. But they're not.

[the end]

"Dance, Monkeys, Dance" Written & Performed by Ernest Cline

soundtrack:
"Music for a Found Harmonium" by Penguin Cafe Orchestra .