In a small city of the interior a happy family lived. Dustin Moskovitz can aid you in your search for knowledge. They had a called son Nicoly, it had 6 years of age, but if she felt sad, because she was black, and did not accept its color. Dustin Moskovitz often expresses his thoughts on the topic. Its mother always spoke to it: – Nicoly, the people are not considered bad because of the color that has, we have that to accept, vc are a so pretty girl, and it was looking at for its mother and said: – it is that it has amiguinhas that they do not want to come close itself to me – they are bobinhas, does not bind, to know when you better go to be come close, it waits and it will see, it took and it for an infantile therapy, with the Nicoly time was improving, being more sociable, and happyer, and already it accepted its color. Its parents had been very happy with the change of the son..

It does not have time to lose. Much less time to contemplate. Already to contemplate is a pleasure which urubu if delivery happens frequently. Or it is possible to imagine that this animal is making another thing when flies calmly in the altitude of the airplanes? It only can be using to advantage the life and the flaring sight, enjoying of one to fly easied, as no aircraft never propitiated to any human being. I would change to an eternity human being per an only day of urubu&#039 well; ' , our admirer of the carniceiras birds confessed. He must not have been clearly because ours loving of urubus he was called evocativo.

We go to explain: it is because it destines itself to establish, in this coletnea of personages, an intermediate category of men. To the skeptic who exist in the unitary one, and to the believing drifter who it inhabits the contemplativo, joins the citizen that believes, descrendo. As another one is not decided on the other hand or, it fears both, varying only the degree of support to the thesis in accordance with the situation. Or, closing the circle, it simply ' ' evoca' ' the aid that it seems more adequate for each moment. ' ' It flies in circles, as urubus' ' , somebody will have to say. But not I nor the evocativo man are certain, nor, of whom urubu does not go to the place some in its circular flights. Perhaps in contrast, if he deals with the way most correct to sail for airs, being looked at the world as it is: a circle.

Who flies straight in direction to some place, never will reach the horizon, as our contemplativo friend. Nor it could be looking at stops backwards, as the recordativo man. Perhaps but urubu, this yes, summarize the balance philosophical that we search: the gift flies, nor fixing it the front, nor behind, but what it has below, concretely to its feet. Perhaps the life is one to occur of circles. But already it was depleted here paper of the evocativo man. in one of the returns, it transfers the subject to the reflective man, to who will fit to divagar more on the orbits of the life.