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“Questo è il tempo per noi. Il ricordo e la nostalgia. Il dolore dell'assenza. Ma non è l'assenza che provoca dolore. Sono l'affetto e l'amore. Se non ci fosse affetto, se non ci fosse amore, non ci sarebbe il dolore dell'assenza. Per questo anche il dolore dell'assenza, in fondo, è buono e bello, perché si nutre di quello che dà senso alla vita”

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The Order of Time

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Carlo Rovelli
Carlo Rovelli

Carlo Rovelli is an Italian theoretical physicist and writer. He is renowned for his research in the field of quantum gravity, particularly in the area of quantum theory of spacetime. Rovelli's work extends beyond the realm of science, as he is also dedicated to communicating complex physical concepts in an accessible way to the general public. more

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