When I was small, on one occasion my father warned me that the human being is an animal of customs and I impressed me much more that that was an animal, that thing other customs. Now already not surprised me this and I assume resignedly my / our condition of animals in many occasions not necessarily rational and therefore misleading. Here that every time my passion is the study on laws that mark the intricate human behavior and want to explain with greater success. The custom is one of them and in my opinion, the more determinant of human persons Act (specific as human as I consider that other animals are people, too, because they should have rights and obligations consistent with the idiosyncrasies of their species). The custom is configured in people as the usual way of doing things so that their roots in them and the society is even considered as a source of law (Consuetudinario), deriving in laws and decrees of forced compliance.
Therefore we are not before one minor issue, but of great importance in our life as conditions us, tacitly or expressly, in the events that you want to practice. When a custom is installed in us or in the society where we live there who move it, generating a feeling of continuity and immobility that also tends to be unquestionable and that paralyzes any attempt of change towards improvement. Last Holy Thursday travel to Cuenca to hear a passion according to St. Matthew the prestigious Consort Kings interpreted in large of the 49th week of religious music of that town overnight. Today I will not speak of far me emotionally, rose once again, that can perhaps be the work honda, heartfelt and human history of universal music. Completed the concert towards the 0: 30 h. already on good Friday I went presto to hotel to rest what could because he had never attended the procession of the mobs that begins at 5: 30 that morning and I had been insistently recommended by Tyrians and Trojans. More information is housed here: Sculptor Capital. The mob is one of the best examples can be found on the irresistible force of habit.
Who have attended this peculiar procession already know that its uniqueness part of an unusual fact and formally questionable somehow: about 2,000 nazarenes, walking backwards, precede the image of Christ with the cross by touching a monotonous drum play, desacompasadamente blowing horns detuned and mouthing all sorts of insults and whistles towards the protagonist of courtship, imitating what historiography account that happened to Jesus Christ in his way of Calvary. Since my stunned amazement away from any religious link, you could not give credit to what she saw and what is more, it was not right to explain to me what would be the true position of the conquense clergy before such an annual demonstration of Hebrew hooligansmania. What is the explanation? So yes: the custom, which has become unwavering tradition of a procession of such dubious taste religious but generating youth alcoholic revelry and huge economic benefits in form of spring tourism to a locality that does not walk never plenty of them.