Chapter 20.
The evening and Angel it came it went to theater.
«Compliments, teacher. Sublime interpretation. I didn't see a Leo Gala so had been suffering for the times of.» And down burdens dark term of comparison, as if before the Leo Gala of the evening had not already been distant years light from this. Because Angel, distant sideralmente from himself, attended only to leave. Reassuring the embrace of the public, lazy and narcissistic, but more reassuring custom still the embrace of the night. And Helen already slept.
The night came, and it passed.
Then the day and Helen it came he/she showed up him for the job.
«How you are? How do you feel yourself? Is it all right today?» Small, dear patient. How much ordinary courtesy you have to bear faking the same of it. It is still Angel he/she slept.
The following days went by in the ordinary one. The times that had united his/her brothers in theirs to lean out to the world, today tyrants separated them. It now touches to the one, it now touches to the other in a merciless law of the alternation. New meetings, new aspirations, new fears pushed them in an opposite hunting but equally dissatisfied.
Angel attended Laura. On his/her computer, the network that united opposite souls in the world kept silent. Dark perennial from the windows that a discouraged ragazzina had closed him in face with spite and Angel, comedy character, for the unsociable Colombina barricaded in the house. You/he/she would have been enough for him to cast a pebble on the taxes but him he was careful not to do him/it: the flower had to be cultured only when the to chop off had not contaminated him/it of it the vitality.
Helen escaped Charles. He/she disdainfully remained castled in his/her office, it abdicated the coffees, it minimized the breaks lunch, it was well far from the elevators. But it started to every noise. You pass in the corridor they all it took is for making to start her/it and his/her look first distracted in the duty it was whetted over it brings her/it to glasses of the office, quivering for that shade that sticks it made him deny.
The abdomen of Helen quivered, an abdomen of mother, to the solo to know that under of her, under all of them, as base of that same building was in action the creation of the new abdomen, an universal uterus, antiseptic, democrat.
It was in action the desacralizzazione of the sexual act, the death of the pleasure of the reproduction and the reproduction as suffering.
And you woman you won't give birth with pain anymore. You won't give birth to point anymore, because another will come greater than you, more perfect than you, more indestructible than you, and of you he/she will know better how to make the places.
And where was it that accursed man that had put her apart of so much secret?
So much wanted that face to hold him/it distant, pretending that the to betray him/it with the job all it took is for cancelling him/it from the existence, so much he/she knew that would have returned soon to complain her/it.
Since Helen was well aware that the not to have seen him/it yet it depended only on her and he it didn't have some worth of it, despite the efforts.
This way, hidden from the respective pride, the two brothers allowed to flow the days. To complete the ordinary one to avoid the extraordinary.
Until of too much ordinary Helen one day bursted and you has to race to the bath of the office. He/she wanted to attend, to avoid, as if in his/her cuor it realized. Any obstacle on the rout to precipice toward the liberation. But relief immediately faded away, once reopened the door that brought back her/it to the corridor.
In front of her there was Charles Pezzali.
«Good morning Helen» he/she talked her to an amazing sweetness as a good father that it welcomes the awakening of his/her child after having watched over her/it the whole night. «It is for tomorrow evening.»
Straight to the point. As every good scientist. Helen been not surprised of the explicit game of Pezzali and it followed him/it on his same ground, also unsheathing an unexpected courage to her.
«Of what he treats?» he/she immediately asked him with a tone that didn't accept reticences.
«I believed that your brother had explained you.»
«You leave alone my brother. It is a dreamer, he/she doesn't even know of what you/he/she is speaking when it tells that the Dna is a nice goblin that speaks to us when we are drugged. But for us this is not enough: I want to exactly know qual it is the theory.»
«There is not any theory yet.» He/she took time the doctor and Helen it didn't appreciate at all.
«We go, you don't insult my intelligence. And not even his: she would never waste time behind inconsistent illusions.»
Charles looked around, simulating useless circumspection: he knew well that there inside you/he/she would have been able to speak wherever, with whoever and of anything, since he knew well that nobody would have drawn near to him without one explicit invitation of his. Its only presence was the best antidote against the curious ones.
«You thing you know about the Dna garbage?» he/she asked point-blank her and she responded without being upset himself/herself/themselves.
«What it represents around the 98% of our genetic code and that it doesn't apparently have any function: it doesn't select the sequences of aminoacidi, therefore Dna not codificante is said.»
«The 98% of the sequences of our genoma don't have any function, yet we keep on dragging him/it to us behind, to reserve I space him in the cells and to spend energy to reply him/it. It is an antieconomic logic that fights with the same principle of the evolution.»
«It is not said» ignited Helen. «According to some scientists, a so great quantity of information not codificanti serves to preserve from the alterations the principal sequences. Considering that it is easy for a sequence to be damaged, the Dna garbage would be a kind of" statistic shield." The error, that in the genoma codificante would have catastrophic results, in that not codificante would become irrelevant.»
«You have centered the heart of the matter Helen. It imagines to have before a text: in the communication theory, if a portion of a message is damaged, therefore made incomprehensible, the so-called principle of the redundance takes over. In practice, the sense of the damaged portion is reconstructed beginning from the context, that succeeds in again making her/it comprehensible. For the Dna not codificante the same thing happens. Whatever casual error would not jeopardize the comprehensibility of it. The Dna garbage can afford to sacrifice himself/herself/themselves for the Dna codificante because, also damaged, it would maintain unchanged his/her own sense.»
Helen didn't hide his/her own confusion.
«Doctor, doesn't understand: of what sense you/he/she is speaking? If the genoma not codificante doesn't have functions of sort, because he/she speaks of it as if it dealt with a language?»
«Because it is very probable that he treats really of a language» it announced catching her/it. «You know the Law of Zipf?»
The certainties of Helen still staggered: in so many years of studies you/he/she had ever felt to speak of he. Pezzali, from gentleman, the embarrassment avoided her to admit him/it.
«It is not a scientist: Gorge Kingsely Zipf is a linguist, and it described his/her law in 1949, in the wise man Human Behaviour and the Principle of Least-Effort. In base to this law by now verified, it seems that every human linguistic code, every literary text, in short, in whatever language is written, present a to regulate frequency in the number of the repeated words. In practice, if in a text there am 100.000 words and that more frequent, for hypothesis, it applies 10.000 times, the other ones are followed in decreasing order composing a parable. Then the tenth most frequent word will appear 1000 times, the hundredth one 100 and so street. It is a scheme of applicable reference to different aspects of the social sciences because it reflects a certain regularity in the human behaviors: the overcrowding of the cities in a nation, for example, or the billing produced by the single clients of a firm. A scheme reproduced not certain exactly mathematics but
with a good approximation.»
«It doesn't need therefore that I/you/he/she tell me that also in the Dna it is possible to recognize these principles.»
«Obviously not in everything. The parts codificanti no, they follow entirely a casual principle. But the couples of bases of the Dna not codificantes prepare him following the principle of the Law. In practice, they behave as a language. The researchers of the university in Boston that in 1994 you/they have made this discovery you/they have given a beautiful impulse to our job.»
Helen seemed to reflect for some instant. The idea that there pits a logic in the Dna was not able certain to play her new. But what to announce was him/it an orthodox scientist and rationalist if you/he/she would never be waited for him/it.
«If there is a code, it owes us to be also then an encoder» it challenged then it.
It is always inconvenient to allude to the Old one in a temple of the reason and Helen it owed well to know him/it.
«One thing at a time.» It diverted therefore the slash the good luminary. «The man has too hurry to give faces and names to what he doesn't succeed in understanding, but the science teaches us not to spend words for this of which there is not still anything to say. Before it it is necessary to understand what you/he/she is written there. Later we can look for only the author of it.»
Eccentric itinerarium mentis in deum: the divine code, subscribed in the more depth of the man, had been questioned for first from that ancestors that today we consider few more than records.
«To understand the code you had need to return to the dawns of the humanity? Do you believe to find some answers surrendering you to tribal rites?»
Smiled for laying, Helen, neither his/her intention had to be that of ironizzare. But it chose badly the attitude, to hide his/her fears, and Charles Pezzali frowned him.
«Not to underestimate the course of our job» it replied her severe. «From when we have begun to question us and to listen to us, international scientific community has made giant leaps in the field of the eugenics.»
Bothered by the reproach, Helen quickly replied.
«From when you are proclaimed you international scientific community?»
Pezzali appreciated the forwardness. It returned therefore serene and he/she talked her to gentleness and sincerity.
«In the scientific world by now they are in few in the dark of the project. The best have already been all involved ones and also who doesn't actively participate he/she knows what is happening preserving the secret of it waiting for more evident developments. This is not a competition to whom arrives first: the success of one is the success of the whole humanity. We leave out alone volutamente that scientists that are professed religious. Catholics, Hebrews, Moslems: they still have too influence on their people and they are so much accused not to be able to put them apart of our secret. But soon we can mine the foundations of their power, since of done we are setting rationalistic bases to the paranormale.»
«To me it sometimes seems takes to set basic paranormali to the reason.» The irony this time tickled Pezzali. Helen, by now in degree to listen, it didn't oppose a refusal anymore to the call of his/her same blood: you/he/she was earning himself/herself/itself the right to converse with one peer of his.
«The approach of the science to the miracles has always been wrong. To deny the miracle is self-defeating, because the miracles exist: we can call them recoveries sciamaniche, and they involve only that small percentage of the human beings that is you as predisposed. Has already happened that present sick to our sessions, above all if driven by true sciamani, they inexplicably recovered. Few chosens get the miracles, still few are able to propitiate them, few places on the earth can favor them. Every time that these elements are met, the religion has had the astuteness to appropriate him of it and to condition its sense. The caves of the hill of Espélugues, to Lourdes, they were destination of pilgrimages sciamanici since the Paleolitico Superiore, and Bernadette was a fragile asthmatic quattordicenne and infreddolita when for the first time he/she saw her/it" small lady dressed of white." The context geopolitico of the moment, with the necessities of the Church in France to reaffirm a conservative order, over that the recent promulgation of the dogma of the Immaculate Conception of Maria, made the rest, and the apparitions of Lourdes were tamed and brought back to the demands of the only true faith.»
«I don't know if they were more gullible persons their or you. But by now I have intention to discover him/it» it announced Helen Sastri at the end.
Pezzali didn't speak anymore. It didn't have of it more need.
You/he/she had understood the application of the young one and it was well pleased to satisfy her/it.
From the inside pocket of the jacket it extracted the envelope.
It passed of hand without obstacles as the most natural gesture of the world.
That gesture for a long time refused, accompanied now Helen over the Acheronte. Had you/he/she been afraid once indeed? You asked incredulous, now that leaned the foot on the fund of the abyss.
You/he/she had had the courage to make the first footstep and for this it felt him bold. It sticks he didn't ask where the following ones would have conducted her/it. And for this he felt stupid.
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