It is a mistake to choose your path Based on the sins you carry with you.
We do not choose our path depending on the sins we carry, but we must bear our sins on the path we choose.

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Video games are already considered a cultural industry in Spain.

Thus, the game industry no longer undervalued relative to other like cinema, music and literature, and companies and new entrepreneurs will benefit from aid in this sector, which will have as its main objective the promotion, support in financing and internationalization of Spanish developments.

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Great news no doubt, now only need to recognize the words and not take the air.

"My Days" - Dlux (Nach & Flavio Rodriguez)

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The Grand Inquisitor is the name of a chapter of the literary work The Brothers Karamazov , the writer and philosopher Russian Fyodor Dostoevsky . The central character of the piece is a Grand Inquisitor who arrests and prosecutes Jesus of Nazareth .

Feodor Dostoevsky
(1821-1881)

The Grand Inquisitor

It's been fifteen centuries since Christ said: "I will not be back. The day and hour no one, neither the Son, the know ". Such were his words to disappear, and humanity always expect the same faith, or perhaps even more ardent in faith that fifteen centuries ago. But the devil does not sleep, the doubt begins to corrupt mankind, to slip in the tradition of miracles. In the north of Germania was born dreadful heresy, which precisely denies miracles. The faithful, however, believe more faith in them. Is expected to Christ, is to suffer and die like Him ... And behold mankind has prayed much for so many centuries, has cried so much "Lord, deign, aparecérosnos!" That he wanted, in his mercy inexhaustible , down to earth.

And behold wanted to show, at least for a moment, the crowd unhappy, the people lost in sin, but he loves to love a child. The place of action is Seville, the time, the Inquisition, the proud everyday of autos, heresiarchs terrible, majorem ad gloriam Dei.

It is not promised for the coming end of the world, to the sudden appearance of Christ in all the brightness of his glory and divinity, "like lightning shining from Sunset to the East." No, today just wanted to make a visit to their children, and chose the place and time that the fires flare up. He has returned to take human form clothed, fifteen centuries ago, for thirty years.

Appears from the ashes of the bonfires, where the day before, the Cardinal Grand Inquisitor, in the presence of the king, barons, knights, the dignitaries of the Church, the most charming ladies of the court, the people en masse, burned hundred heretics. Christ moves into the crowd, quiet, modest, not trying to get attention, but everyone will recognize.

The people, impelled by an irresistible impulse, he rushes to his step and follows him. He, slowly, a smile of pity on the lips, continues to advance. Love burns his soul in his eyes flowing Light, Science, the Force, burning rays, which inflamed with love for men. He stretches out his arms to them, blesses them. From him, his clothes, exudes a healing virtue. An old, blind from birth, comes to him and cries, "Lord, heal me so I can see!" One flake is apparent from their eyes, and see. The people shed tears of joy and kisses the ground that he walks on. Children throw flowers at your feet and sing Hosanna, and the people cried: "It is he! It has to be him! There can be no other than Him! "
Christ continues in the atrium of the cathedral. Cries are heard, some young shoulders carry in a small white coffin open, which rests on flowers, the body of a seventeen year old girl, daughter of a character of the city.

- He will raise your daughter! He shouts the people to the bereaved mother.
The priest who has come to receive the coffin look with amazement at the stranger and frowns.

But the mother utters:

- If you are You, raises my daughter!
And posterna before Him He stops the procession, the young leave the coffin on the flagstones. He contemplates, compassionate, and again pronounced the Talipha kumi (Get up, girl).

The dead woman sits up, opens his eyes, smiles, looks surprised about him, still holding the bouquet of white roses her mother had placed in his hands. The village, full of astonishment, cries, cries.
At the same time the procession stops, appears in the square Cardinal Grand Inquisitor. It is a ninety-year old, tall, erect, a thin ascetic. In his sunken eyes a flame shines the years have not dampened. Now it does not look the bulky robes Eve, the gorgeous dress that attended the cremation of the enemies of the Church has been replaced by a crude friar's habit.

His sinister collaborators and henchmen of the Holy Office followed at a respectful distance. The funeral procession stopped, the crowd crowding round to the cathedral is concerned, and spy from afar. He sees everything: the coffin at the foot of the unknown, the resurrection of the dead ... His bushy white eyebrows puckering, comes alive, fateful, the gleam in his eyes.
- Hold on him - commands his minions, pointing to Christ.

And such is his power, fearful that the submission of the people before him, that the crowd away, to the point, silent, and the minions comprise Christ and take him away. As one man, the people inclined to step the old man and receives his blessing.

Minions lead the prisoner to jail the Holy Office and locked in a narrow, dark cell.
Die the day, and a moonlit night Spanish night, warm and scented with lemon and bay, it happens.

Suddenly, in the darkness in April the iron cell door and enters the Grand Inquisitor himself alone with a lantern. The door closes behind him. E old man stops a few steps from threshold and, without a word, with tuning, for about two minutes, the prisoner. Then mind advances slowly, let the lantern on the table and asks:
- Art thou, indeed?
But, without waiting for the answer goes' Do not talk, shut up. What could you say? Too know. You have no right to add one word to what you've said. Why have you come to disturb us? ... You know that your coming is inappropriate. But I assure you that tomorrow ... I do not know if you are him or just his appearance, whoever he be, tomorrow condemn you; perish at the stake as the worst of heretics. You will see how the same people that this afternoon I kissed his feet, hastily, at my sign, to add fuel to the fire. Perhaps none of this surprise you ...
And the old, silent and thoughtful keep watching the prisoner, watching the expression on his face, serene and gentle.
-The Spirit terrible and intelligent - he adds, after a long pause - the Spirit of negation and nothingness, I spoke in the desert, and the Scriptures testify that you "tempted". One can not conceive anything deeper than what you said and those three questions or, to use the language of Scripture, in these three "temptations". If there is any genuine miracle, obviously, has been to the three temptations! The fact that such questions have been sprouting of lips, is already, in itself, a miracle! Suppose that the book had been deleted, which would have to be invented, which forjárselas again. Suppose that, to this end, gather together all the wise men of the earth, the statesmen, the princes of the Church, philosophers, poets, and they say: "Invent three questions that not only correspond to greatness the moment, but containing, in his triple interrogation, the whole future history of mankind ", do you think that assembly of all major terrestrial intelligences could carve something so high, so formidable as the three questions of the intelligent and powerful Spirit? These three questions, by themselves, prove that whoever told you that day was not a human spirit, contingent, but the Spirit Eternal, Absolute. The whole subsequent history of mankind is predicted and condensed in them, are the three ways in which all contradictions are realized in the history of our species. This, then, was not yet clear, the future was still unknown, but fifteen centuries have passed and see that everything was planned in the Triple Question Mark, that's our story. Who was right, di? Are you or who asked you? ...

If not the text, the meaning of the first question is: "You want to introduce to the world with empty hands, telling men a freedom that their natural evil nonsense and does not allow us to understand a dreadful Liberate, because for man and society there has never been anything so dreadful as freedom!, when, if convirtieses all these stones into bread spread before your eyes peeled, you would see running Humanity, after thee, as a flock, grateful, submissive, afraid only that your hand deposed his manner and breads thaumaturgic tornasen stones. "But you would not deprive man of freedom and repeliste temptation I dreaded the idea of buying with breads Site obedience, and you answered "so1o not live by bread man", not knowing that the spirit of the land, claiming the bread of the land, had to rise up against you, fight you and beat you, and that all would follow, shouting: "We has taken fire from heaven! "It will take centuries and Humanity proclaimed, by the mouth of the wise, that there is no crime and therefore no sin, that so1o are hungry. "Give them bread if you want to be virtuous." That will be the currency that will rise up against you, the motto inscribed on its banner, and your temple will be demolished and in its place was erected a new Tower of Babel, not stronger than the first, the effort of whose erection and a thousand years of suffering could have spared the men. Then come back to us, after a thousand years of work and pain, and we look in the subways, in the catacombs where we will be hidden - even fleeing persecution, martyrdom - to yell: "Pan! Those who promised us fire from heaven have not given us! "And we will end your Babel, giving bread, all of which will need. And we will give in your name. We lie. Without us, they would starve. His science not hold. Enjoy freedom While they may want bread, but will eventually put their freedom at our feet, crying, "Chains and bread!" Will understand that freedom is not compatible with a fair distribution of land bread among all men, since they never - ever! - Know how to divide it. It also convinced that they are unworthy of freedom, weak, vicious, stubborn, indomitable. You promised them bread from heaven. Think you can offer the bread, instead of the earth, the human race being vile, vile incorrigibly what it is? With your bread from heaven can attract and seduce thousands of souls, tens of thousands, but what about the millions and tens of millions not strong enough to prefer bread bread from heaven to earth? Are you so only the God of the great? The others, those grains of sand of the sea, the others, who are weak, but you love, are not your eyes but vile instruments in the hands of the great? ... We love those poor creatures that eventually, despite their condition vicious and rebellious, for being dominated. We admire, we are their gods, once on our shoulders the burden of his freedom, once we have accepted the scepter - the fear that both will eventually inspire freedom! - We offer. And reign in thy name without getting closer to us. This deception, this necessary lie, constitute our cross.

You see, the first of the three questions contained the secret of the world. And you shun! You put freedom above all, when, if you had agreed to turn the stones of the desert breads, had satisfied the eternal and unanimous desire for Humanity had given him a master. The keenest desire of man is free to find a being who lean. But want to bow down before an undeniable force that can bring all men into a communion of respect, you want the object of their worship is the worship of a universal, wants a common religion. And the need of the community in worship is, from the beginning of time, the greatest individual and collective torment mankind. By performing this chimera, the men are killed. Each village has created a god and told his neighbor: "God loves me or I'll kill you!" And this will happen until the end of the world, the gods will disappear from the earth, but mankind will again by what idols made ​​by the gods. You do not you ignored this fundamental secret of human nature, however, rejected the only flag you have secured the submission of all men: the flag of bread terrestrial rejected on behalf of the heavenly bread and freedom, and name of freedom you kept working until your death. No, I repeat, a desire more alive in the man who found freedom in delegate who is born as miserable creature endowed. However, for the offering of free men, give them peace of conscience. The man had bowed to you if you had given bread, because bread is something undeniable, but if at the same time, another had taken possession of human consciousness, the man had left your bread to follow. In that, you were right, the secret of human existence is the reason, the reason of life. If man fails to explain why to live rather die to continue this existence without object known, even if you have a huge supply of bread. But what helped you to know the truth? Instead of restricting human freedom, you took dikes, forgetting, no doubt, that the freedom to choose between good and evil man prefers peace, even that of death. Nothing so dear to man as free will, and nothing, well, that makes you suffer so much. And, instead of forming a solid principles doctrine could definitely pacify human consciousness, the potter of all that is extraordinary, vague, conjectural, how much beyond the limits of human strength, who, you who gave the life for him!, it would seem you did not love. By removing dams on their freedom, you entered into the human soul new elements of pain. You wanted to be loved with a free love, freely followed. Abolished the harsh old law man should, unimpeded, no guide to your example, choose between good and evil. ¿, No you'd end up reaching for defying even your example and your truth, crushed under the terrible burden of free choice, and shout: "If he had possessed the truth, would not have left their children mired in perplexity as horrible, involved in such darkness? "You yourself prepared your ruin: do not blame anyone. If you had listened to what you proposed on earth ... There are only three forces capable of subjecting consciousness forever those who are weak and wild - making them happy - the miracle, mystery and authority. And you would not avail yourself of any. The dreadful Spirit led you to the battlement of the temple and said to you, "You want to know if you are the Son of God? Drop down below, it is written that the angels take you have on your hands. "You rejected the proposition, do not you dropped. You showed sublime thus the pride of a god, but men, those who are weak, powerless, not gods! You know, just to try nah, had lost faith in your Father, and had seen the great tempter, regocijadísimo, crashing your body on earth you'd come to save. But tell me, there are many beings similar to you? Did you think for a moment that the men would be able to understand your resistance to that temptation? Human nature is not strong enough to do without the miracle and content with the free choice of the heart, in those terrible moments that require an answer vital questions. Know that your heroic silence would be perpetuated in books and resonate in the remotest of times, in the most remote corners of the world. And you expect that man would imitate and dispense with miracles, like a god, even though, in their need for miracles, invents and bows to the wonders of magicians and sorcerers spells, even heretic or atheist .
When you said, by mockery: "down from the cross and we will believe in you!" Not come down. Then, neither man wanted to bring the miracle, because what he wanted was a belief in free, not violated by the prestige of wonder, a spontaneous love, not servile transport a terrified slave. On this occasion, as in all, potter inspiration from an idea of man too high: a slave, even if it was created rebel! Been fifteen centuries sees and judges. Who have you raised to you? The man, believe me, is weaker and more vile than you thought. Can you, perhaps, do what you did? He estimates too much and feel too little pity for him, you've asked too much, you more than you love yourself. You should require less and less esteem Him. It is weak and cowardly. The fact that today everywhere to rise up against our authority and be proud of it, it means nothing. His bravado are children of school vanity. Men are always some kids: revolt against the teacher and they throw the classroom, but the revolt will cost them one term and face the rioters. No matter who demolish temples and ensangrienten the earth sooner or later understand the futility of rebellion who are not able to sustain. Stupid shed tears, but, after all, understand that the rebels created them made ​​them the subject of ridicule and cry in despair. And this blasphemy will increase in misery, because human nature, too petty to support blasphemy handles punishing herself.
The concern, doubt, disgrace: this is the lot of men who gave your blood. Your prophet says that in its symbolic vision, saw all the participants in the first resurrection and that there were twelve thousand of every generation. Their number is not short, considering that is a human nature rather than carrying your cross, living many years in the wilderness, feeding on roots and locusts, and can, indeed, take pride of those sons of liberty, the Free love, be satisfied with the voluntary and magnificent self-sacrifice, done in your name. But do not forget that it is a few thousand só1o and, more than men, of gods. What about the rest of humanity? What is the fault of others, the weak human, of not possessing supernatural strength of the strong? What fault is feeble soul unable to bear the weight of some terrible gifts? Did you come only for the elect? If so, what matters is not freedom nor love, but the mystery, the impenetrable mystery. And we have the right to preach to men to be put to him without reason, even against the dictates of his conscience. And that's what we did. We have corrected thy work we have based on the "miracle", the "mystery" and "authority." And men have welcomed again be led like sheep and free, finally, the fatal gift that has caused so much suffering. Say, have we done well? Can we be accused of not loving humanity? Are not we the ones who are conscious of their weakness, we who, on account of their fragility, we have authorized up to sin, provided we get permission? Why are you silent? Why did you just look at me with your sweet and piercing eyes? No I love you and I want your love, I prefer your anger! And why hide anything? I know who I'm talking. You know what I have to say, I read it in your eyes ... You might want to hear my mouth just our secret. Hear therefore: we are with you, we are with Him ..., our secret is that. Long ago - eight centuries! - We're not with you, but with him eight centuries ago we received from Him the gift you when you tempted a third time showing you all the kingdoms of the earth, indignantly rejected, we accept and owners of Rome and the sword Caesar, declare ourselves masters of the world. However, our conquest is not over yet, is still in its initial stage, a long way to see it finished, the earth has to suffer for a long time yet, but we achieve our purpose, we will be Caesar and then we'll worry about the universal happiness. You could also have taken the sword of Caesar, why rejected such a gift? Accepting him, had satisfied all the yearnings of men on earth, I had given a love, a trustee of his conscience and, simultaneously, a being about whom to unite, forming a huge mound, as the need for universal joint is one of the three supreme torments of humanity. Humanity has always tended to world unity. The larger and glorious, most people feel that longing. The great conquerors, the Tamerlane, Genghis Khan walking the earth as a devastating hurricane, obey, in an unconscious way, to that need. Taking purple Caesar, had established the universal empire, which had been the world's peace. For who should reign over men but that their own consciences and have their bread in his hands?

We take the sword of Caesar and, in doing so, broke with you and we join Him there forever Even intellectual debauchery, of pedantry and cannibalism-the men, then to erect, without us, the Tower of Babel, be delivered to the cannibalism, but the beast will eventually crawl to our feet, lick and watering with tears of blood. And we will sit upon the beast and will raise a glass in which they read the word "Mystery". And then, only then, men start to the reign of peace and happiness. You will of your chosen, but they are my wheel: we will give the re and calm everyone. And even for that minority, even from those "strong" called of the elect, how many have been completed and will eventually get tired of waiting, how cough have been used and used against you the strength of his spirit and zeal of his heart in exercise of the freedom you are liable! We will give all happiness, we will conclude with the re turns and killings caused by freedom. Convince them that they will not be truly free, but when we have entrusted their freedom. We will lie?? No! Well I know they do not deceive, tired of the doubts and terrors that freedom brings. The independence, free thought and science come to plunge them in such darkness, to frighten them with such wonders, to cause to such requirements, the less smooth and docile will kill themselves, others, too unruly, but weak and violent, they will murder , and others, the most-herd and miserable cowards, cry at our feet: "Yes, you are right! Only you possess the secret and return to you! Save us from ourselves! "

They are not hidden that the pan-earned by his own labor, without any miracle-they receive from us before we take it to them to divide it, and do not turn stones into bread. But, in truth, more than bread itself, which will satisfy you is that we give it. For you see, if you do not turn stones into parts, either turn the loaves, the man returned to us, in stones. Will understand, after all, the value of submission! And while I do not understand, will suffer. Who, tell me, who has put more than his part to stop suffering? Who has divided the flock has been scattered and lost byways? The sheep will meet again, the herd will return to obedience and nothing will divide or disperse it. We, then, we will give men a happiness in harmony with its weak nature, composed of bread happiness and humility. Yes, I preach humility - not, as you, the pride. We prove that children are weak, but that happiness of children has particular charms. Will become timid and not lose sight of us and against us as chicks straitened seeking shelter maternal wing. We fear and we admire. I be proud to thinking energy and genius that we will need to tame unruly both. They frighten our anger, and his eyes, like those of children and women, will be a fountain of tears. But with that easily, our gesture will pass from tears to laughter, to the gentle joy of children! Force them, what doubt?, To work, but arrange for their leisure, a life like kids games, mix of songs, choruses and dances innocent. To allow them to sin - its nature is so skinny! -. And as I let sin, love us with a love simple child. They say that every sin will be forgiven with our permission, and we will do out of love, then, of their sins, the punishment will be for ourselves and pleasure for them. And we worship him as benefactors. We will tell all and, according to their degree of obedience, they allow or forbid them to live with their wives or lovers and they acquiesce or not acquiesce them have children. And we obey, very happy. We submitted the most painful secrets of their conscience, and we will decide in any and every situation, and they will abide, cheerful, our sentences, for the cruel work will save them to choose and freely determined.
All the millions of human beings be well, happy, except a few hundred thousand, but us, the holders of the secret. Because we will be unhappy. The happy be counted by billions, and there will be a hundred thousand martyrs of knowledge, exclusive and damn, good and evil. They will die in peace. calling your name, and, beyond the grave, only see the darkness of death. However, we'll shut; embaucaremos men, for his sake, with the promise of an eternal reward in heaven, knowing that if there is another world, it was not, surely, created for them. It predicts that again, surrounded by your elected and conquer; your heroes can only boast of having saved themselves, while we will have saved the world. It is said that the fornicator, sitting on the beast and the "mystery drink" in hand, will be disgraced and the weak will rise up for the last time, rend their purple and strip your body impure. But then I will rise up and show you the thousands of millions of happy people who have known sin. And we who, for his sake, we have assumed the burden of their sins, we will lift up to you, saying: "Judge us if you can and you dare!" Do not fear. I too have been in the wilderness I also have fed on locusts and roots, I too have blessed you gave freedom to men and I dreamed of being the number of the strong. But I've given up that dream, I have given up your crazy to join the group of editing your work. I left the proud to come to the relief of the poor.
What I say is done, our empire will be a fact.
And I repeat that tomorrow, at my sign, you will see a submissive flock add fuel to the fire where I will die, for coming to disturb. Who is more worthy than the fire you? Tomorrow I'll burn. Dixi.
The Inquisitor silent. Please wait a prisoner's response. That silence you mob. The prisoner heard him, still looking into his eyes with a stare and sweet, evidently decided not to answer anything. The old man wanted to hear from his lips a word, even if it was the bitterest, the most terrible. And behold, the prisoner was silent about and gives a kiss on his lips bloodless nonagenarian. That reduces your answer! The old man shakes his lips tremble heads to the door, opens it and says, "Go away and never come back ... ever! And he let out the darkness of the city. " The prisoner away.

With the following photoshop tutorial we can get, in a few steps, the perfect "vampire look" on any picture, in our case we will turn into a vampire to Gwen Stefani .

Start Image

Final image

Let's begin:

1. Started Photoshop, open the image, duplicate the layer, we put a good zoom to work comfortably. With the lasso tool selected teeth verily like this:

Two. We press Ctrl + T and transform it like this:

March. Tooth in the opposite side do the same:

After lengthening the teeth should stay like this:

April. Sponge tool selected, we put desaturate mode and 75% flow.

We started to paint the whole picture except the eyes and a small area around the ojos.Debe stay like this:

May. Now select the burn tool, put shadows and exposure range to 10%.

We painted the eyes and the small area we have left around and lips (mouth full). Try not to touch the cheeks and the rest of the skin.

We're done! What do you think?

Original Tutorial video-tutorials-chile.blogspot.com

Translation Roberto Herrero www.miblog.indomita.org

Dani Ro - When life gives back

By: Alfonso Aguilo
www.interrogantes.net

It's playtime in the nursery and a group of children are running around the yard. Several encounter, and one of them gets hurt on one knee and begins to mourn. All others continue with their games, without paying attention ... except Roger.

Roger pulls up beside him, watching him, waiting for him to calm down a bit, and then squats, hand rubbed his knee and said with a sympathetic and conciliatory tone: "go, I've hurt me "

This scene is observed by a research team who run Tomas Hatch and Howard Gardner, in an American school.

Apparently, Roger has an extraordinary ability to recognize the feelings of his fellow kindergarten and to establish a fast and friendly contact with them. It was the only state realized and suffering of his companion, and was also the only one who tried to comfort him, but could only offer her own pain: a gesture that denotes a knack for human relations and in the For a preschooler, predicts the presence of a set of talents that will flourish throughout his life.

After his study of children's behavior in school, these researchers proposed a number of skills that reflect a person's social talent:
Leadership capacity, ie to mobilize and coordinate the efforts of a group of people. It is a capacity that is targeted and in the school playground at recess when there is a boy or a girl-there always are-you decide which will play, and how, and soon ends up being recognized by all as a group leader.

Ability to negotiate solutions, ie, to mediate between people to avoid the appearance of conflict or to solve existing ones. Are children-always-there are also often resolve small disputes that occur in the playground.

Ability to establish personal connections, that is, to master the subtle art of human relations that require friendship, love or teamwork. It is the ability to just noted in Roger: are these children who know get along with everybody, which can recognize the emotional state of others, and thus are usually very loved by their peers.

Social analysis capacity, ie, to detect and intuit the feelings, motives and interests of the people. Are children who are placed very early on how are the other students or teachers, and demonstrate a remarkable intuition.

This set of skills-which, again, are the innate and acquired time-is the raw material of interpersonal intelligence, and is the fundamental ingredient of the charm, social success and personal charisma. Skills that report a distinct advantage in family life, in friendship, in the workplace or in many other areas of life.

As noted by Daniel Goleman, socially intelligent those people know how to control the expression of their emotions more easily connect with others quickly capture their reactions and feelings, and through that can redirect or resolve conflicts that always appear in any human interaction. Many are also natural leaders, who know how to express latent collective sentiments and guide a group towards the achievement of its objectives. They are, in any case, the type of people with whom others like to be because they always constructive input and transmit good mood and positive sense.

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Attention to haunt the 0:49 seconds ... xD

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