~Evolution: suffering that didn’t kill.
~In evolution there is no progress but adaptation.
~First, words appeared to describe events. Then words became events themselves. Each thing that comes to serve other goals becomes a goal in itself. Is this evolution?
~Evolution: art of adapting to a hell of the non-adapted.
~Evolution sculpts masterpieces in the living flesh of perishable creature.
~The path of evolution is as covered with corpses as the way of revolution.
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There are basically two kinds of synchronicity: one not accepted by everybody, the second one seemingly proven in labs. The first, accepted by Jung, links synchronicity to premonition. The second one, apparently observed in laboratories, then physical, may represent manifestation of a quantum leap through distance. Apparently when an animal learns something in one laboratory it may be transmitted to other animals at the other end of the world. How can a tendency jump through space? Where/what is the bridge? Why does ‘simili similibus’ attract? As for karma, … Read More
Who am I?
Where do I come from?
Why am I here?
Where do I go?
If I’ve already written about this subject in one way or another — sorry — “Vagabond” becomes too big to keep track of every chink.
The young German Pastor killed by the Nazis, Bonhoeffer I think, said: “With or without God, we live without God.” Why is this obvious?
Usually we are situated between what we do and what happens to us. What we do involves our know-how rather than philosophy, while what happens to us can be wrapped in mystery open to all interpretations, including God. In daily life, … Read More
Two texts came to my memory, far distant from each other in time and demography, still united by their magical beauty. First I quote “Testament” by oustanding Polish poet Konstanty Idelfons Galczynski:
“When my little heart one day cracks
Remember me sometimes nicely
That there was such a guy from the Moon
My pen to the Vistula
My ashes to the four winds
My heart to the postal box” (for communication)
The second one is an inscription from a Viking’s gravestone in a style strangely “cool” and modern:
“He is … Read More
In the parking lot I overheard some interview on NPR radio. What stayed in my memory were the words: “This is a global war … not a matter of giving a little more water to the Palestinian farmers.”
Who has to give what and for whom? As if the world were somebody’s colonial property to distribute or give away, water, blood, air, life, death … Who was this ghoul from the eighteenth century who woke up just now, and uses lingo from another epoch?
Open Bouquet issue 94 July August … Read More
Facing time and reality, what can we do with our instants and our dreams?
Extracts of Existence
“Quirks” VP 6/96
Life is the persistence to keep and spread life in all circumstances; only structures highly deterministic and highly armed to challenge adversity can be considered alive. Nutrients for life come from outside, determinism seems to reside inside. The unbelievable variations in all fields, with the goal of keeping the flame of life against all odds, show that life is not a passive secretion of nature. Determinism exists only in life, which makes it a unique phenomenon in the universe.
From “What Triggered the Stream of Life?” 2006
I’m Red Riding … Read More
One Christmas evening I was strolling with my girlfriend and a man friend on the street of a town near Paris. A small man in a beret was walking toward us, looking slightly drunk and like a street person even if not particularly unkempt. Seeing us he screamed “Joyeux Noel!” (Merry Christmas). I made a sudden decision and, when we passed each other, saying “Joyeux Noel!” I kissed him on the cheek. His skin was slippery and cold, like plastic material. He stopped, stunned, and we … Read More
