PASS - PRESENT - FUTURE
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" THE PASSES PRESENT " "
Past, Present, Avenir ! Three simple and plain words, yet donned in this end of century, of a multitude of adornments that denatures the fundamental structures of it. Actually, they don't want anything more to say the all. They translate the states in which we are punctually, but ever, the reality of the moment for which they have been planned. Confusion is such in our minds, that without transition us voguons of one to the other
This metamorphosis in all beneficial point, allows me today to throw me in this adventure. While opening the eyes, I opened before all my heart. One is not able to my humble opinion, to titillate the known or unknown people touchiness, if one doesn't like them. To like life, it like people. Who well likes castigates well it is not true ? Here is why some subjects will be for least sarcastic, or even caustic.
To fight the dresses, to denounce laxity, to take people of their daily routine, doesn't get itself without making waves. There is some that move the dropping in the only goal to appease their morbid pleasures. If I move it for my part, while exposing me to potential irradiations ", it is on the contrary to make each become aware in what vase us are. The sickening odors that emanate some, don't challenge more even the individuals. My test, and it is the goal that I set, go have a real mission therefore. To make disappear the movie of the appearances that floats to the bottom of our abyss, above this thick layer of merde. The exhalations that are going to go back up, won't be comparable to the voluptuous scents of the big perfumes ! It is not while concealing the scum under a thick layer of foundation, that one can claim its cleanliness. In the same way, it is not while letting believe that all goes well that one can conceal the hiatuses
Responsabiliser people, to give back the burst to their own value while fully implying them, appears more discriminating to me. For that to make, it is my important objective with this adventure, it agrees to take people of their lethargy. To penetrate the head in the sand to escape the problems, much better therapies exists! To kick in the stretchers, to scream in all senses without knowing why one bawls, it is not the best effect. Between the two extremes, it remains the lucidity. This lucidity that exactly, makes us default so much. The acceptance, the resignation, drives nowhere elsewhere that to nothing. The rebellion, the marginalization excessively, produce the same effects salvateurs when it arranges us, but destructive the most often. Is it necessary in this case to consider the compromis ? Not the less the world either. To speak not to say anything, merely to attract the attention and to show its presence, doesn't serve to anything.
To pass of the resignation to exuberance for example, is a sign obvious of chronic unconsciousness. To leave the apathisme to the profit of a virulent desire all to break, is just as dangerous.
The improvisation, although reinforcing an awake mind, in not less sly home. Awake mind is not synonymous " of awakening ". It is a means, more that a mood. A " scheme ", that forces the individual to leave the current of life a fraction of second, to modify the course of it. It is the solution that allows him to adapt to every situation and to dominate it by suitable subterfuges.
No one is bad. As well as mean people don't exist. The only parameters that disfigure to our eyes these fundamental values, are only the fruits of our only inaptitude to admit our shortcomings. The vanity, the pride, the pretension, they are not the pale faces of the moods restraining ? It is easier to throw the stone on the other. The ambition, the rage to defeat to all price, are laudable. To the only condition that they don't generate in us of the devastating impulses.
Exhausted, losers, the moment of the resignation takes the step on the desire to fight. The prémices of a slow agony is present. The flight forward, real debacle, organize himself.
Having lost our identity, we search for it in vain through idols in all genres ; politics, spectacle, sport... They cause such an obstruction, that we become tears of it. The dependence is to its paroxysm. All in them fascinates us and makes us dream. They embody the hope, although all in their being is only based on the illusion. We manufacture them of all pieces, to the picture of that that we don't think more to be able to become ever.
Mistake to have access to the present, by the stratagems that I am going to tempt to demonstrate, us lives at the past. Our " idols " understood it well, and their only means to valorize their picture of mark, it is to drive us the head more in the sand. The conflicts of generation, racism, the violence, the perversion, is as many elements of domination that are imposed us.
Too often and I deplore it, some people make reference previously " at the " time. To these people, I can only say a chose : it is necessary to live with its time. The things, the events, mentalities, the customs, evolve with the passing of the time.
Is able easier to be a pawn, advanced on the chessboard of life, than an individual to claim its rights. The first of these, being to say stop to all abuses of which we are victims. I have that enough of it is true, to hear to length of day people to groan on their fate. It didn't lean to a counter, that we will have some odds to modify the trajectories on which we are placed in orbit. The sheep of Panurge turns into Lion, to the Zen sense of the term. Finished the good old time where as the small buddies, I said amen to all. I passed the age of the diapers and bottles inflated to the hormones of the silliness.
The clarity and the clarity made place to the opacity of this pure water, with which we don't dare to quench more. " Like yourselves them some the other " ! ... Amuse your selves to shout this in full street, you are immediately considered for a mad, and interned! In the best of the cases, one will take you for a sexual fanatic in lack of fornication.
The wars or the uprisings, the strokes of États and the reversings, only serve to the only interests of sharing for those that pretend funded of the supreme power. Being placed in lethargy, real state second, we swallow the snakes who are incorporated surreptitiously in our daily menus of poisoning.
Wisdom, the values, the authenticity, are not and I am distressed to specify it, of the exclusive references of the past. Only, by dint of letting wheedle us by these " stuffings of skull ", we overlook our own faculties to develop that that there is better in us.
The hate, racism, the violence, the interests, is not the appendage of the generations of now. There again that one stops inflating me the head while making me believe that the love, tolerance, excelled on the selfishness or indifference. Otherwise, why the guerres ?
Has why I am going to start my small tower of horizon with these dear bankers. At all times, they were the precursors of the movements of panic and division. The power that is conferred them is nowadays such, that person, I say person well, don't dare to speak otherwise of them that in laudatory terms. Personne ? So yet... Moi !
Since the monetary system has been instituted, a category of resourceless individuals of all moral senses exists, insulated to the vibrations humanitarian, living them to the présent ; the bankers. To attract the flies as with the honey, at the good old mad year time, all disconcerted countries because there are not any borders for them, they promised wonders. Easy to fill itself the pockets with the money of the other.
People, by the strength of the things, begin therefore to open the eyes and... come back to the present. As these dear bankers don't want to lose a thousandth of profit cent especially, they are obliged " to compose " to make in way to divert our vigilance. How ? While managing the most merely of the world to make emerge of darkness, of " old business ". As for the wars, organized and orchestrated well, the scandals have for goal to drown fish. The minds, focused on the plots emerging the shade, elude during a certain time their worries and loosen their vigilance. What allows the bankers to reorganize their plans.
The schemings, incontestable appendage reserved to the elite of our societies (these are not the present scandals that will give me wrong), facilitate them the task. " You manage to make explode such business, I assign to fill your account in banque" !
To break this impetus, and to reinforce their position, the bankers deliver themselves to ignoble speculations. While creating all pieces the artificial crises, they force the small savers to more to spend.
I happen therefore the most logically to from it of the world to the class privileged between toutes : the politicians. Concerning past, they are undoubtedly the masters of the question.
Them, are the only ones to live at all times. It is that that some detractors more sharpened that I call " to eat greedily to all racks ". Past, present, future, they pass with a disconcerting easiness of one time to the other. They walk us to the will of their élucubrations, between the past of our disappointments, the present of our torments, and the fears of our future.
For me, there are only two camps in politics. The one that is to the orders, and the one that makes all to arrive there. I stopped being sucker of their merry-go-round. The sharks don't eat themselves between them, I put of the time to understand it, but this time I am certain of it. The parties, the ideologies, are only a lure. Finish the time blessed of the sacrosanct Patriotisme ! They eat greedily all to the same kit. To divide to reign better, this adage dons all its splendor in my mind.
White cap, white cap. It is the same difference. One takes the same and one restarts. The circus continues. The camps changed, and very quickly we dive again in other accusations that have for goal to impose us the past to overlook the present.
I summarize this first therefore part. Money on one hand, the power of the other. With that all is permitted and it is that what we attend. To strengthen their bases, and to structure their haunted castles, these big masters manage to protect. For that to make, they imply different industrial empires, via the big corrupt bosses.
It is nevertheless aberrant to accuse the housewives of " piercing " the ozone layer, merely with one or two sprayers every year ? A plane, a rocket who more are, do pour some how much of these same sprays to every takeoff ? There is a trick in truth, and no one sees anything there. ! To allow some industrial compromised to fill itself the excavations, one requires the replacement of such murderous product by such other. Made it is obvious, by the protégés of the magouilleurs !
In the different games of so-called " cards of society ", in the family of the useless, the medias arrive in head. To make us swallow the snakes they are the kings. To create the faction, to poison tensions, to distort the truth, and to control by radio the currents of opinion they are at the outposts. Who, better than this corporation, previously unbiased, can we walk in the alleys bloomed of the passé ?
The screens of television, the trays, become places of jousts as smelly as mercantile.
The objective, enriching and really potential broadcasts, one programs them and pass them at the hours of very weak listens. Normal ! Those even that are implied in all these maggoty processes, would see a feature bad eye that people very thick majority comes suddenly out of their artificial lethargy.
The medias are used " therefore " to maintain the pressure. Is it probably for it, that they can protect their " sources of information" ? Simple question. Easy to disassemble Pierre or Paul, while pretending to detain irrefutable proofs. That one shows them to us then !
The insurrection, insubordination, is not the values that I claim. Each is free to behave like good seems him. No one needs me, to know that that it must make. Those and those that would look in my subjects for an any insinuation, would make to analyze the nature of that that I write better, and no the potential deformable. Because for me, insubordination, it is precisely what happens at the moment about the immigrants in France. At the same time as it reinforces the game of the policies completely. " I vote in favor of the control of the registrations of entries when I am to the power, and I manage to let accuse my successors that them, make legislate only to tempt to legalize the sorties" !
Where finishes the lie to make place to the truth ? Impossible to answer there. This stuffing bouffonne in which we are enrolled by force and in spite of us, driven us in the meanders of your schemes. One becomes your accomplices in not saying anything. It is for that, even though I must finish my days in jail, or better, if one helps me to commit suicide me, what is already seen itself, at least I would have had the privilege to denounce that I consider as aberrations
How is it even believable to let suppose that some armed small groups succeed in organizing strokes of États ? To foil without pain the mills of the most practiced of all services secrets ? Whom does on ridicule? How of the anarchists, succeed in the same way in ridiculing the same task forces, while going for a walk with impunity with in their wagon of commissions, a bomb artisanale ?
The policies are there to orchestrate, using the medias to make explode their own bombs. To scramble the tracks, one puts in inscription drugs it, prostitution, to camouflage to best the hemorrhages that are hard to suppress. White as snow ? Of what snow does on speak? The one of the Kilimandjaro ? I would rather lean toward the one contained in the sachets, degrading the humanity and serving of smoke screen.
While imposing the past, by " interposed lightnings ", to overlook the schemings and to give itself good face, one becomes ineluctably prisoner of the traps stretched by the money. The drama in this ascension toward the supreme power conferred by money, it is that it is impossible to curb its impulses. More one has some, more one wants that of it is known well. To arrive there, all means are good. The some legal, in minority, and the illegal others that are the reason of the permanent attacks and the sporadic conflicts. There is only the money, to this degree of perversion, that doesn't have a border.
The day where people will come out of this lethargy, they will have the worry to make itself. In all good all honor. It is not while taking the weapons on impulse, that one will become believable. Even though the fundamentalism, fascism and the extremism, know spectacular thrusts, it is not necessary on no account to yield to the desire to make itself justice oneself.
Knowledge to say no, stop to the excesses. To affirm itself as citizen and either as the photocopies of the pictures to which one is attached again, is adapted more. To lower the frocks to win some unhappy cents I don't agree either. The dignity deserves better than it.
The big unions, are above all to the body of employers service. They are loud the hyphen between the and the low of the scale. Their role is not to defend the small, but to allow the thick to fill itself the pockets. One empties the stocks, in not paying for the days of strike. Morality, the turnover is maintained, with to the key a substantial profit for the boss. Are the union leaders, them, paid I believe, non ? Strike or not, they don't suffer from a lack to win since by definition, they are paid to do the merde. The idiots where be-them ? Look for the mistake !
The strike is, and must to remain, a work tool. Since the instant where it becomes a political weapon, to the service of the camp of those that wants to conquer the power, it loses its value and its credibility. The repetitive aspect becomes razor .
The stereotyped become drab, the pictures of the past don't succeed anymore in producing the same anesthetizing effects. To defend its use, to claim intelligently, it as makes part of the democracy. What are the boss or the policies that are honestly hostile to the débats ? I hardly know some that would refuse the dialogue. Provided that the objectives to reach, become evolutionary for the worker. Non productive of tips for the union delegates.
The demonstrations, the protests, always emanate some same delegates, themselves to the balances some political parties. They don't make strike anymore to get the claimed values, they protest solely to destabilize. They don't vote anymore for an ideal, they vote against those that don't think the same thing that them! The medias are there to act as springboard, obedient to the objectives that are drawn them by the policies.
The justice ! A word that made " previously ", to become pale of fear, to tremble of fear. At the time, thank you my dear old kids, it is true, it had a real significance. The good on one hand, the bad of the other, the justice to the middle. The judges, the lawyers, the policemen, and the contingent impressive of civil servants that it represents, embodied the fairness.
DROIT : " Set of the rules that govern the reports of the men constituting a same society ". To part the one to close our muzzles, I don't see what are the rights that are us consentis ! It is true that we don't belong to the same society.
JUSTICE = moral Virtue that inspires the absolute respect of the rights of autrui qui sums up of the manner constant follow : "Disposition that carries to make the good and to avoid the pain, and concern the rules of conduct in use in a society. Divine or supernatural influence by which the man would have the revelation of that that he must say or to make. Feeling that carries to treat someone or something with big considerations, and to not to carry reach. Ce that exists all condition independently; finished totality. Set of the rules that govern the reports of the men constituting a same society. The other, the neighbor after me! Is that by chance, although this word doesn't represent anything for me, do the values emanating this word justice correspond to those of which us bénéficions ? No of course. The ripoux, the base actions, infects it daily.
Indoctrinated or nearly, terrorized that is certain, the sovereign peoples go for a walk between their pasts and the present. We don't live anymore, we survive. All that, because a handful of hermaphrodites in love of the self-sufficiency syndrome, share with gusto the usufruct of the planet.
All as the journalists, the union delegates and some big boss, the justice is only an instrument to the service of the perversion. Even the thick " boss " of the mafia, don't make the weight anymore. The one organized by the " masters " of this world, is well more powerful and odious.
Not of scandal, not of rebellion, even less the embryo of an insurrection. The dignity, the silence, the serenity, is weapons a lot more dangerous than most sophisticated of the war rifles. Is an election in seen? No one moves. Is a referendum proposed ? The most total indifference will be opposed there.
What country can dare to pretend to be neutral, unbiased, do stem to these exactions in all kinds ? I have beautiful to look at my hands, no finger wants to take the risk to rise to invalidate my calculations. Every État, every department, every region or region in the world, is submitted to the same problems. Everywhere, people ruminate, protest, but keep well to shout high and strong what they have on the heart.
In every country yet, people begin to whisper. Each denounces in silence, but without daring to show the finger honestly. The fear is omnipresent. The " generosities " of yesterday, so generously bestowed by these sharks of the finance, weigh very heavy on the precariousness of the awakening of the consciences. On Indebted, the homes don't want to take no risk. The loss of employment for one the conjoined, and it is the drama. Beyond these merely subjective aspects, remain the coat of the submissiveness donned by the entire humanity. The " fiddlers " with the passing of the time, wove their canvas of spider.
In this nebulous cocoon, where the obedience is required, the larvas that we add flatten. Seen of in top, we can beings proud to be only crawling bugs. If this teeming and subject mass decided to raise the head, the canvas of spider would act as paper of packing to envelop the totality of the predators.
Alas, while lowering me, it is necessary again that I make sure not to expose my buttocks to the lust of the spellbound of the pédophilie ! I am not more certainly a child, but it is not a reason to transform my ass in garage to bicycle ; implication, in parking lot to pedals!
Anoxiés by their deliriums and their fantasies always more "hards", distrustful the feeblest laws concerning perversion and deviation, these bigwigs don't know anymore what to invent to appease their desires.
How to imagine that an influential "considerable" can be recognized guilty ? There is a thing that should be obsolete ! Are these women and these men, elected by the people, there to represent it, no ? Of what right enjoy them of the blessing supreme ? It is true that if of the day or following day one eliminates these " protections ", they would have the less easy part to play !
It is undoubtedly for this reason, that one maintains costs that the past costs. More people are canalized, more they are manipulables. Between the hands of this perverse minority, one becomes of simple pieces of clay that they model to the will of their needs.
Of the same way, I show a certain disapproval towards the commemorations whatever they are. For me, it is not in maintaining the pressure on one page of history, that one will be able to build a serene future.
Yes to honor these valiant surviving, witnesses of the atrocities that they lived. No to make some the eternal heroes. Because better means don't exist to maintain a latent racism, and to make be born in the most credulous minds a rear taste of revenge.
Would not be simpler, to let to the historians the power to retrace the events ? Because I value what history doesn't forget. To rise, to grow and to improve, it is primordial to be able to be based on the mistakes of the past. While letting to each the care to choose that of which it has need, to refine its own knowledge. No to impose to all, the clichés of the hate.
During the period going from the kindergarten to the first cycle, one sees the children giving itself the hand, to laugh and to have fun without worrying about the color of the skin of the small friends. Why, these same kids some years later, do become hostile towards their former buddies blacks ?
It is with such a frame of mind that one considers constructing the Europe ? I confess that I have difficulty conceiving the union of it. To reason and I insist thereon, precisely of these commemorations of wars. Don't I see how one can consider honoring the heroes of the two big wars, in France, whereas tomorrow's allies endured the same way ? On the other hand, so thanks to the union European, such ceremonies are called to disappear, then there yes, I shout it high and strong, quick Europe.
The mistakes of yesterday, far from acting as motor, occur again permanently. We advance a step to move back two. We stretch the arms to seize the future, while escaping the present. Today will never be tomorrow, because it is lived at the past. To compensate these hiatuses and to keep the hope, without transition we clear the ravine. Are the memories too heavy to carry ? Then we leave to the maddest dream assault. We create this imaginary world in which, of the less believe it us, the days will be better.
The divisions arrive to their apogee. The madness is to its paroxysm. To release the agile, and to make bring up the pressure, from time to time the big of this world have luminous ideas. Ben yes, it arrive ! To big humanitarian action strokes, they move the most sensitive.
To neutralize the skids, the " cultural business disasters " maintain the cape from all over the world on the passes. To big literary broadcast strokes, of exhibitions, of centenaries, of homages, of belated very recognition. Just as feeble and naive that it is the goals to reach.
Bicentenaire of thing... Year thing... Seven hundred years of another... The books, the movies, the videos, the whole panoply of the perfect swindle is unpacked to our insu." I make you take your chief of work, but you give me a good cushion of billets" ! Where is the values potential ? If I have need to document me on such or such master, I only have to serve me in the libraries. I have enough that one takes me permanently for a stayed, while guiding me toward that that in any case, can only let me indifferent.
The artistic domain is a very juicy nursery. I would not be surprised if I learned that a big star of the song or the movies, disappeared at one crucial moment. How to stop a process of revolt in cours ? If tensions arrive at the zenith, that the threat of a civil war is imminent, would this trick be auspicious, no ?
Whatever is the incentives that permit to elaborate these " screens of smoke ", the reality is there. One adulates the past, to choke the present. This present that will enter in history, without having existed never.
The passé ! Strange and sublimate, bewitching and frightening, fascinating as much that mysterious. This banal and plain word, can sometimes don itself of a lugubrious coat. When it is generating of well-being, as after an inheritance one censes it for example, and adulates it. When it is only the witness of a continuous stream of bitter sufferings or solitude, one promised many to forget.
By dint of to disparage, to minimize or to exaggerate, we arrive in the center of our hell. The reference marks disappear, the marks fade away, it is at that moment that we look for in the past.
Nothing is the fruit of the luck that to my eyes, doesn't have a significance that in our mind. All one each is capable to identify in relation to what it feels, and no according to the " élucubrations " of some. To pave itself a path in this heterogeneous maze, it is precisely what of more delicate has. To affirm itself as individual is an ideal. To act, to behave, to affirm itself in opposition to the imposed dogmas is a contest of every instant. To arrive to this ease nearly challenging the logic, it is indispensable to establish strong bases.
locked Us altogether in darkness of our solitude in. It is at this precise moment that one unhooks. The future becomes dark, the present blanches itself. The past becomes the master of work , the chief of orchestra. All partitions that we had not taken the time to read, impose their melodies.
The present doesn't look like anything else, that a garden without flower. Glued to soil, we are englués in this swamp to the nostalgic scents.
All our facts and gestures are spied on by the vultures watching their prey. The predators are to the look-out. It is at this precise moment that we become the victims between the greenhouses of the birds of prey that dominate us and observe us. Having lost our reference marks, we think to find them while letting us canalize blindly. Incapable to formulate the least judgment, one gargles with the one of the other.
We enter in the period incontournable of the dismissal and the guilt of the other. Because very sensible, it is always the mistake of the other ! The movie of the events of our life is projected again, but on the people who surround us solely. It is what I call the period of "old-fashioned projection"!
The imbroglio thickens. The clouds become more and more compact. More one persists in making light, more one himself enlise in the quick sands of the doubt and the uncertainty. The memories take over. Of the simple mental vibrations, evoking partially such or such situation, we happen to from it to the virtual picture gearing, stored to the bottom of our subconscious.
While wanting to erase the traces of our past, we closed the doors to the present. The patience, the understanding, is not qualities for everybody. There are hardly only the opportunists, the climbers, and other people of little value, who pull their pin of the game. They always stand in the sense of wind. By dint of to change jacket, according to the fashionable thought current, they know how to adapt to all situations.
These thoughts obsess us. More one advances in the time, more one tries to understand. More we want to find the solution, that would finally illuminate the zones of shades of our past, more we collapse the nose against the walls of the present. What makes that inevitably, we fail to all levels.
The interlocutor gives the impression to listen but so by mistake one asks him a question, relative to the treated topic, he lands and tomb of the high clouds. In the same way, when we disperse ourselves too much, we try to compensate our worries while making one thousand tasks at the same time. We begin all, without ever nothing to finish. Preoccupied, constrained, by this past that refuses to deliver its secrets eternally, we draw to the bottom of our resources the necessary energy to maintain us to stream. The memory défaille, the nervous system is irritated and is submitted to rough test. Because one doesn't find the tie between the present and the past, one persists of more beautiful.
Being human turns into automaton. We float gleefully between the past and the present. It is what I call the " Past / Présent" ! One speaks us job, we answer restoring. One maintains us of a news item, we answer weather report. One is interested in our health, we answer while speaking of our next vacations.
Between two steamy spasms or two passages lightnings to the present, becoming aware of these defaulting us tries to catch up the course of life that alas, already preceded us. One, then two and three lengths of delay, this is how one manages to live in complete shift.
Prisoners of our collar, shut in in the past that glues us to skin, we lose our strengths and our will. Blinded by all events that pass us, it is there that we become vulnerable. We cling to all, and to whoever. The danger arrives, but we disregard it.
People minority, to the look-out of all, informed of the least gossip, is there to put to profit the " blunders " nearly generated by our state second. Considering our disjointed attitude to all levels, our armor flakes and crackles itself. We are exposed to the excesses then in all kind. The vampires, bloodsuckers, and other predators, that they are well to the present, stay up and watch the prey that offers itself on a tray.
Hypocrites, liars, speculators, profiteers as much as hermaphrodites, these are this dear and tender " false friends " ! I refer some henceforth to this adage oh how much precious and authentique : " God preserves me of my friends, my enemies me me in charge ". Having known such dramas, I only can to add : " In doubts it abstain - you " !!! Before speaking of friendship, is better to take the time to know the person. Above all, to have the lucid ideas.
Beautiful talkers, friends of always, eternally devoted, they propose the moment appropriate to help us to surmount our difficulties. Dazzle by this extreme generosity and a size of outstanding soul, we help them to build their destructive plan.
The intimacy makes itself more and more pressing. In their role of " moralists ", they shake the conjoined. What can they make " to save " the couple, very close to the agony ? Is not a friend made to fly to the help of those that him like ? While listening them to protest of a cordial tone their homilies, one would give them God without confession.
It is very difficult, when one is in one period of depresses or of doubt, to identify these sharks. It is for this reason, that strong of my " experience " concerning silliness and innocence, I am going to try to sketch the " portrait robot " of those of which it is necessary to mistrust. Above all, the aspect the more visible : more people are honeyed, sticky and motivated to bring us their help, generous with the friendship, more they are to exclude our relations. Their attitude then. A false ass doesn't know to smile : it endeavors to stretch its lips, giving the impression that it is constipated. Then, some characteristic reference marks quite embodying the ice-cream " false friend ". Its major interest for what one makes. It doesn't have anything of it to polish, but it puts in confiance ! Its "total disinterestedness " and without limit towards a possible recognition. More it is deceitful, more it will know how to appear generous hyper to all points of seen: devotion, altruism, sacrifice ! Of the genre : " If I make this, it is by friendship... No by interest " ! It doesn't cost him anything, but it marks some points ! We are so saoulés by its subjects in all point enchanters, that we don't even hear the questions that it puts us. It manages, taking advantage of our temporary drunkenness, to pull us the toward the nose about our couple.
Then if you have in your setting, one or several " suspects " who answer this summary but authentic description, only one advice: ask their to be going to make itself see elsewhere ! If it censes you and venerate you, tell yourselves that it only waits for a thing, to put you lower than earth. It is in my opinion the worse race after the toads.
One can speak of cowardice concerning suicide, but I remain convinced that all as the alcohol, it is about an incurable and lightning illness. A way of curare injection, against which no vaccine is elaborated. Does one speak of lightning " leukemia, why consider not thinking seriously of a " depression lightning " ?
While writing this, I can make allusion naturally only to the sects, that in this domain, appear in all remarkable point. The schools of the death slowly, teaching the cults of the self-destruction. Because, if I spoke in a little while of suicide, the fact to be enrolled in a sect is one of it, and no of the least. When we feel dejected, abandoned, do bruise in our fleshes as much that in our hearts , toward whom can we address our hopes? The friends ? No thank you, without way we have donné already! The parents ? They are not by definition, the incarnation of our passé ?
The purification begins. Our soul needs a serious washing. All situations that it contains, are exposed us with brutality. Of the pictures assault shake us of the feet to the head. Every time, they evoke the past, to which we try to escape. The repetitive side of these morbid visions, drag us not toward light, but to the deepest of our disarray. The laws, the conventions, the rules and the dogmas, are dissected by turns. There are hardly only during these periods of discount in reason, that one lives to the present without worrying about the past. Alas, the credibility of the analyses that we formulate, is just as illusory and obsolete that it is our desires to change.
If I push this bawling today, it is not merely by taste of the risk or the provocation. Well more to put the accent on the values that each among us possesses. I don't have anything against all people that I scratched " a little " in this Test. Each its destiny. On the other hand, I revolt against the lack of will shown the world throughout or nearly. Easy to resign itself to an exacerbated fatalism. Easy to convince itself that nothing can change. Easy, to swallow the promises and to be content with illusions, to consider the serenity. The passion entails the excessiveness. Money is the major curse of it.
Fanaticism, is from afar more destructive than the simple desire to have a very garnished bank account. The recent events in Algeria, are a horrible example of it. To choose well, I prefer money again to the knives that slaughter the neck of the victims.
Useless to lend me of the quarrelsome subjects to provoke extreme situations, and to make pass me for an anarchist. There, I address to the medias, undisputed specialists in the art to manipulate the minds. While writing this history, I don't know if it will be published. To the bottom, it is not the most important. What really counts, it is that it gives me the impression to see better through the words.
I wanted to keep my independence always to all levels. To become the " translator " of the thoughts of those who directs us, no thank you ! In the same way in my work. The Don of the magnetism that has been offered me, serves me to help people and no to enrich me. What is not the taste of those and those that, for the money, denature the very gas of this fluid benefactor.
By dint of to plunge us permanently in the past of our present, we forget to progress. To rise socially, spiritually or morally, don't mean to go up to a tribune and to harangue the crowds. It doesn't mean either to eat in the neighbor's kit. Each at home. To what serves to sniffle on what passé is? How many people, by dint of regretting this that they coveted and that they didn't get, do make an obsession of it? This obsession becomes a stationary idea. It haunts our lives, where the present doesn't have its place anymore.
I am anxious to specify once again, that is minded of hate or violence on no account my subjects. I don't justify myself either. The future will decide if yes or no I was right to push this stroke of muzzle. Because to live to the present, if it is before all to escape the past, it fret as not on the future.
The glory, the celebrity, I have cure of it! Of as much that to my eyes the value fundamental of this kind of " window ", is not the less the representative world of an any cultural level. If I must become by the slant of the interviews, press conferences or other debate televised, as hopeless as all those and those that only live for that purpose, I prefer to remain in the shade of my thoughts and not to publish whatever it is. People are intelligent enough to understand. I consider that to pass one hour or two to the television to explain the bottom of my thoughts is degrading for the readers. It means that they are too imbecile to analyze by themselves.
My fame to me, reside in the only fact to feel me a fully-fledged individual, to the ZEN sense of the term. No a ridiculous stooge, articulate to the service of a handful of personalities in lack of identification. On the register of the refusals, it is another one and no of the least. For reasons exclusively bound to the respect of my maternal language, I will refuse all translation in English or American language. The first exert to compromise the future of Europe. The second, of part their pseudo supremacy, only want a thing, to dominate the whole world! There are French-speaking countries sufficiently on the planet. Regrouping I believe a few two hundred millions of individuals. I prefer to dedicate my energy to promote the language of my country, without lowering pants owing peoples that moreover, don't have anything to polish Molière!
I had assimilated up to here to the people who surrounded me. Me I was manufactured " to their picture. I thought to be as them, to have the same relief, the same burst, the same thoughts. Thanks to the tests, to the strokes of feet to the ass I arrived especially, to this awakening of my conscience.
To give itself the illusion to be famous, in my opinion, don't bring anything more than to appease a fantasy. If the fantasy has the right to exist, it is only valorizing when it remains to the state of rêve : that is to say inaccessible ! Since the instant where it becomes reality, it transforms itself in derision.
Rather than to harp on every day our mistakes, wanting to all price to make light on that that won't be caught up anyway ever, let's live the present in depth. The mistake is human. It is part of life, for the same reason as the success or the pleasure. To the instar of the progress, even though it is not the panacea, it is necessary to evolve. To leave the trails beaten of the doctrines, and to affirm itself as to be human.
The " Saints ", are not on earth it is necessary in to be conscious. More we try to put us in inscription, more we try to make pass us for guides, more we become smelly and abject.
All is cashed. If money would have to be a tool of communication, it takes in this end of century the aspect more clothed of a "organized racket". I take a precise example. When do we do the pull of cards of visits for example? The one thousand first are excessively dear, in relation to the following. Because ? Because the inclusive printer, and it is normal, expenses of composition, of graphics, etc. I come back from it to my idea of racket. Why, since the powerhouses are more that absorbed, do we pay more and more dear our electricity? What to say some lodgings ? By dint of to welcome the families didn't they become finally profitable after twenty years of construction ? There again, constantly, the rents flame ! The production lines of cars. Those conceived for the food conditionings. More everything that I forget the list so is long, and that proves well that only the profitability and the profit drive us excessively in the ghettos that we know.
More and more, it is necessary to pay to be going " to urinate ". Let's pass to acquit a place of parking with the jalopy... Although there is to retell. Name of God, to take a piece of currency to satisfy to a need as natural as vital, there are some boundary-marks to more to clear ! What do I have some to do to seem of opera while relieving me of a desire are urgent?
Passersby, throw me some reproachful and accusatory looks. On the other hand, while seeing the merdes of dogs, the spits, to strew the soil of the sidewalks and streets, no one himself make indignant !
I have some full the ass to walk the fallen head. Not that I am ashamed to look at people in the face, but solely to avoid to crush the set down merdes so generously by these species of dogs.
Notice, when one sees that the masters of this adorable bestioles, despise the laws on the subject, and encourage their clébard to crap of more beautiful, one wonders well that one must accuse.
That to say the " decorative carpets " decorating the monuments, thanks to our dear small bestioles named let's understand? It is indeed very pleasant to go for a walk, and to take a merde of these grimy fowl on the corner of the muzzle ! I know, everything that falls of the sky is blessed. It is in any case what one teaches us to the catechism. All the same! For this kind of blessing, I give out some reserves.
One speaks of pollution ? That step is not, all disconcerted categories, the confession of a notorious impotence to suppress these growing streams of excrements in all genres ? It is for me, and it will be the conclusion of this first chapter, the proof that people lost all notion of value. These are not the animals who are in cause ; but the masters ! These are not the garbage, even though sometimes it badly makes when one takes them on the decante ! It is the sad report of unconsciousness. At the same time as the inability of the policies, to tackle a problem. of fame publique ! ...
FILES:
Artistic passion * Discovery of the Grant * Passes-Present-Future * The Blind Woman and the Black child * The Price of the love * Memories of Stage * Novels to come * 9 Propositions extracted from PPA *