The guilty train

07 Monday Mar 2022

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“This berry represents five or six kilocalories — sugars, dietary fiber, Vitamin C. Its place here is commensurate with these values. Now, strawberries. They’re susceptible to soil fungi, nematodes. So are we, actually. You, me, everyone on this train. So we don’t let these proliferate either. Everything here survives at the mercy of his Balance. And the truth is you need Wilford’s strawberries more than he needs you.”

“I thought I could create a kinder, gentler world. But the train demanded otherwise. The train demanded blood. I fed her and now they will. Until we reach our final destination, everyone the same in pain and doubt. Holding our losses close on Snowpiercer, one thousand and one cars long.”

“People seem to think that those in power answer to no one. They’re free to do as they choose. It couldn’t be further from the truth. Person in power answers to everyone. I make choices. Not because I want to but because everyone demands it. The train demands it.” Melanie Cavill in the Snowpiercer 

“There is a limit to the application of democratic methods. You can inquire of all the passengers as to what type of car they like to ride in, but it is impossible to question them as to whether to apply the brakes when the train is at full speed and accident threatens” TROKTSY

Better job on the wings

07 Monday Mar 2022

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I’ve never been certain whether the moral of the Icarus story should only be, as is generally accepted, ‘don’t try to fly too high,’ or whether it might also be thought of as ‘forget the wax and feathers, and do a better job on the wings..(…)….The destruction of this planet would have no significance on a cosmic scale: to an observer in the Andromeda nebula, the sign of our extinction would be no more than a match flaring for a second in the heavens: and if that match does blaze in the darkness there will be none to mourn a race that used a power that could have lit a beacon in the stars to light its funeral pyre. The choice is ours. ― Stanley Kubrick

When the mind is open to the miracle of renewal.

27 Sunday Feb 2022

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It is hard to describe the flood of happiness felt by an adult who has spent most of his life in one crowded place, starting a new life in a place far away, a place of nature water and beauty and discovering that such infatuation is possible and refreshing , renews his youth at any age. Especially when the mind is open to the miracle of renewal.

We will also watch this war on television

24 Thursday Feb 2022

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I see tanks, planes, with explosives, the terror of civilians. And I wonder: do we still need tanks when Russia, like America and China have scary nuclear arsenals? Am I witnessing a vintage invasion? Not caring about the so-called harsh sanctions from the middle of the world, except so far Israel, against the banks and Russian oligarchs, Putin will go on until the annexation of Ukraine, just the old way. He will impose yet another puppet government, using cynical speeches about Ukrainian Nazis. And we will also watch this war on television.

Objects

23 Wednesday Feb 2022

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Pic : my grandfather house.

“There is nothing more terrible, I learned, than having to face the objects of a dead man. Things are inert: that have meaning only in function of the life that makes use of them. When that life ends, the things change, even though they remain the same.  They are there and yet not there: tangible gluts, condemned to survive in a world they no longer belong to. What  is one to think, for example, of a closetful  of clothes waiting silently to be worn again by a man who will not be coming back to open the door ?[…]Suddenly revealing things that no one wants to see, that no one wants to know. In all of this there is violence, and also some sort of horror. Things don’t mean anything in themselves, like the kitchen utensils of a missing civilization; and yet they say something to us, standing there not as objects but as remnants of thought, of consciousness, emblems of the solitude in which a man comes to make decisions about himself; whether to dye your hair or not, whether to wear one or the other shirt, whether to live or die. And the futility of it all when death comes » Paul Auster, The Invention of Solitude

Happiness in childhood

22 Tuesday Feb 2022

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I believe that the happiness enjoyed in childhood and the love of the good object that enriches personality are the foundation of the ability to enjoy and sublimate. The first happy relationship with the mother mitigates hatred and distress. Melanie Klein, Envy and Gratitude, 1957

Thousand confusing tongues

21 Monday Feb 2022

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«We call something big small, something small big, the black white and the white black; shadows light and light shadows; the bright dull and the dull bright. Thus names and terms are devoid of content and meaning. It is worse than at the time of the Tower of Babel. Then, only tongues were confused and one man could not understand another, for each had different names for the same things. Now we all speak the same but false language.» Joseph Roth.

Hand in hand

21 Monday Feb 2022

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“There is no document of civilization which is not at the same time a document of barbarism. And just as such a document is not free of barbarism, barbarism taints also the manner in which it was transmitted from one owner to another. ” Walter Benjamin