Amorf

Amorf

LittleMissSensitive

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Última atualização sex, jan 20, 2012

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Beste lezer, Laat mij beginnen met de verklaring van mijn kort en bondige titel. De term amorf kan op 3 dingen slaan. Omwille van mijn voorliefde voor de vastestoffysica zal ik met de wetenschappelijke beginnen. Een stof die amorf is, heeft geen vaste, gecontroleerde structuur. De moleculen schikken zich dus niet naar een kristalrooster, hoe esthetisch dit ook moge zijn. Deze stoffen zijn ook niet vloeibaar. Een mooi voorbeeld hiervan is de zoete, plakkerige suikerspin. Ook mooie, kostbare dingen, zoals opaal en obisidiaan zijn amorf. Ten 2e is er de taalkundige kant, gezien mijn opleiding tot tolk. Het gaat hier om een Grieks woord; 'ανα μορφη' ('Ana morphè'). Dit woord betekent 'zonder vorm'. Ten 3e, de psychologische kant, die aan mijn bundel niet ontbreken mag. Deze persoonlijkheidsvorm wordt in de kubus van Heymans besproken als een niet-actief, niet-emotioneel en primair functionerend karakter. Het eerste is wat ik ben en voel, namelijk: zonder gecontroleerde structuur. Het tweede is wat ik denk en weet, de oorsprong en bron van wat en wie ik ben. En het derde... Is wat ik graag was geweest. Kimberley Spaapen

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