This document discusses the author's views on Joseph Ratzinger becoming Pope and their disappointment with his appointment. It uses metaphors of stones versus plants and bamboo to illustrate the author's belief that Ratzinger and the Catholic Church see themselves as immutable like stones, while change and learning from others is necessary for growth, as with plants. The bamboo flowering only rarely yet producing new growth is likened to the need for dialogue and exchange of ideas between faiths.

1. DESPITE THE STONES PLANTS FLOWER I was sad with the choice of Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger to Pope. And I know that many of my friends Catholics feel and think the same. Officially bishops cannot Express. Are obliged to silence your thoughts. One of them said that we must be prepared for surprises. In the current situation of the Church only You can only hope if we believe in surprises ... A surprise is something unexpected. The said prelate expressed thus way across their hopes bruxuleante. As anyone who expects a miracle that will heal the dying: there may be no surprises. In this situation I agnostics. The past of Cardinal Ratzinger authorises me not. He is a man absolute truths and unchanging. We cannot expect surprises who arrears in a world of time. For those who live in eternity things time are correct misunderstandings. Happens, once other things written in the past lend themselves to express what feels and thinks in this. Makes some years the Pope gave public encyclical
Dominus Iesus
. In this encyclical, where sees between the lines presence of Cardinal Ratzinger, he stated that the Catholic Church, by opposition to all other Christian churches and religions, has the fullness of divine truth. Only it. Thus, it is
master
. Master nothing being have to learn or of other faiths, or any other Christian traditions, nor of science and history. It was then that I wrote the article below that transcribe. It expresses what today feel and today I believe.“Makes many years up into the High Sierra of good hope, that I only knew by song of Lamartine Babo. Top there, seeing the contacts below Valley, my imagination began thinking about millennia. How long that other Mountain Valley? 10,000 years? 100,000 years? There ví a stone White, witness unmoved the passage of time, and decided to bring it to the My Office. I am looking for it at that time. Hasn't changed anything: White Rose, the same cleavage plans, the same way. Will look like this, indefinitely. Stones are out of time. They are a time Outer reality: the wind blows, the water flowing ... Are immutable, always the same, because they are killed. Brought along with the stone, some (seedlings). Not had gained revenge. Surprising my home. Plants are then surprised the environment. Like or don't like it. Greening or dry. Different from stones, which are then surprised not nothing. For stone everything is the same. Indifferent to the world around. Are always the same. Because they are killed. The plants are alive. Because they are alive, the plants are always becoming a something else other than they are. Life is not supports same. Being born, growing, ageing, play. No plant is equal to itself at a subsequent time. The stones or will not grow, or age, nor reproduce. Are the undying. Are always the same. Killed.Life is horror the same. A friend, bamboo specialist scientist, lent me a wonderful art template on bamboo. I learned that the bamboo flower. Amazing me. I have never seen a bamboo flower. Bamboo, so I thought I know, If you reproduce asexually: the mother plant will dropping shoots equal to themselves. But the book told me that approximate periods, a hundred years the same kind of bamboo flowers in the world. After sex orgy of gene exchange of seed ejaculation, die the bamboo. The new be born seeds. Will no longer be the same as they were. Because the seed is precisely this: life refusing to be the same; life knowing that to continue living needs
longer
which was to
prove
Another thing. If there is a mixture of genes, if the plant want to stay always the same, she degenerates. We must no longer be the same and if turn into another. True Gospel wisdom plants:
who you want to save his life shall lose it.
Who remain the same, will die. Or becomes a stone. In procreation there is always a little death.
Dies and transforms you!
, said Goethe.
Only where there is tombs there ressurrections,
said Nietzsche.
If the grain of wheat, dropping on Earth, not only is it die. But if die gives very fruit,
said Jesus.
Empty shell. THE cicada sang all
. Haiku, if I am not mistaken, Bachô. Before the shell empty the cicada underground-sing songs humanity lives the depths of the Earth. But suddenly, life became another. The cicada underground began dreaming dreams of outdoor and flights. Emerged from the Earth. Your Shell was no longer capable of supporting life grew inside it. Munch. And it came another be webbing, tyre. We beings We are as human grasshoppers. Only our shells are made with words. Growing life, verbal become shells in prisons. Must be abandoned, for that life continues.
The serpent which cannot rid your skin dies. Are people who are prevented from changing their opinions. They cease to be spirit
: motto of Nietzsche. Ecumenism was a bloom of bamboo: the desire to make exchanges, after centuries, desire to become seed falling on Earth, stop being what was to be something else. Possibility of
born again
: the old never child ...But now, the Vatican reaffirms its entrenchment, immutability, eternity of same their bark of words:
quod semper, ubique et ab omnibus creditum est.
Between Heraclitus and Parmênides, the official Catholic theologians, canonize Parmênides ... Between the seed and the stone, reaffirmed the stone. The bamboo are prohibited from bloom. For bloom? Is unnecessary. The Church has the truth. Don't need the other. Prohibited is the game of exchanging seed. Dialogue, only to others are converted to their truth. Why listen the other, if I have the whole truth? Why allow another talk if what he says can only be a lie? All who wish to have the truth are doomed to be inquisitors. Thus, on all seeds the curse of silence, supple.In a small place Southern mines, jóffily Green River, there is a gross stone peak,
stone White
. To reach the high passes through a forest with streams and wells Crystal water. Exiting the grove gross is the stone, worked by wind and by water, through the millennia. Triumph of stone? Stones are not plant flowers. Despite this life was placing organic matter in cracks and depressions. And what you see is a garden: mosses, bromeliads, orchids, maidenhair. The stone and desolation, desert. But life grew on the stone – and came birds, butterflies, bees, small animals. Poor of stone! It is pointless to complain. Life and beauty grow about it, despite its same entrenchment. Fragile-seed – are stronger than the stone – hard.I understood, then, something that had never understood: why the Church Catholic had chosen the symbol
William
–
you are Stone
... in fact, it is stone. Bark cicada on the trunk of the tree that continues to assert itself living memories of life that was a day and now is death. Not aware that life emerged and flew. Understand the reasons for its difficulty in dealing with anything-
seed
– the liquid her pleasure that causes some other life. In diversified story and his wife, fleeing Gomorra, it is said that God cautioned not to looking backward. Diversified disobey wife. She looked back. Become a stone statue of salt. The wind and rain led the salt. The statue disappeared. This is the tragedy of undying stones: think be. Not you know that are salt. Time, water, does its work. Sand beach one day was stone ...
But, despite Stone plants continue to grow, flourish dawn ...