Dégoût des mots

06 Sunday Aug 2023

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Les gens sont en effet las d’entendre parler. Ils ont un profond dégoût des mots. Car les mots se sont interposés devant les choses. L’ouï-dire a absorbé l’univers. Les mensonges infiniment complexes de l’époque, les mensonges rancis de la tradition, les mensonges des administrations, tout cela est posé sur notre pauvre vie comme des myriades de mouches mortellement pernicieuses. Nous sommes en possession d’un affreux procédé pour étouffer entièrement la pensée sous les concepts. Il n’y a quasiment plus personne en état de se rendre compte de ce qu’il comprend et ne comprend pas, de dire ce qu’il éprouve n’éprouve pas. […] l’enchaînement fantomatique des mots triomphe de la force oratoire native des hommes. Ils parlent alors constamment comme des « rôles », dans des sentiments illusoires, des opinions, des convictions qui font illusion. Ils parviennent carrément lors des propres événements de leur vie à être constamment absents. Hugo von Hofmannsthal

Dans la maison du solitaire

21 Friday Jul 2023

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Sa maison, un amoncellement de meubles aux portes sans accès. Les coïncidences muselées, les mains toujours croisées afin de ne rien souiller. Pourtant le corps vieilli plus vite que les objets endormis sur eux-mêmes, annulant l’avenir. La place vacante laissée par l’être cher disparu s’est encombrée d’objets, sans fonction, creusant un petit abîme. On y habite le monde comme sa maison : immobile. Pourtant les espaces sont fragiles, le temps va les user et les détruire.

Pray to the birds

20 Thursday Jul 2023

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Love every leaf… Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you have perceived it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day, and you will come at last to love the world with an all-embracing love. Love the animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and untroubled joy. So do not trouble it, do not harass them, do not deprive them of their joy, do not go against God’s intent. Man, do not exalt yourself above the animals: they are without sin, while you in your majesty defile the earth by your appearance on it, and you leave the traces of your defilement behind you — alas, this is true of almost every one of us! …(…)… My young brother asked even the birds to forgive him. It may sound absurd, but it is right none the less, for everything, like the ocean, flows and enters into contact with everything else: touch one place, and you set up a movement at the other end of the world. It may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but, then, it would be easier for the birds, and for the child, and for every animal if you were yourself more pleasant than you are now. Everything is like an ocean, I tell you. Then you would pray to the birds, too, consumed by a universal love, as though in ecstasy, and ask that they, too, should forgive your sin. Treasure this ecstasy, however absurd people may think it. Dostoyevsky

Les trous noirs

19 Wednesday Jul 2023

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Ce qui est appelé le mal désigne une erreur, un aiguillage fatal, le point initial regardé du fond du trou pour ne plus en bouger. Les trous noirs sont un mystère, que quelqu’un existe et les mesure est plus mystérieux encore. D’un pas qui à chaque pas détermine la précision de la mesure du pas sans tenir aucun compte de la distance prise.

Wheels of change

17 Monday Jul 2023

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I was asked by a professor of psychiatry once if I ever experienced depression. I answered ‘not to the best of my knowledge/experience’.

He replied simply: ‘of course not. You move too much….’

I tell all people I meet but especially those battling depression, loss of meaning and similar states: MORE NON-VERBAL EXPERIENCES DAILY is what the doc prescribes and movement is the best medium.

All roads will eventually lead back to the unspoken thing(s)we corrupt with our words.The path there passes through the body, movement, stillness. It has long been understood by some spiritual paths, processes, methods, religions and various systems but knowing is not enough, cause that is achieved through the same problematic medium we wish to avoid.

You must EXPERIENCE – through the practicum.

All you have is what you are, and what you give

21 Wednesday Jun 2023

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Nietzsche: What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as metal and no longer as coins.