Give me a reason to keep running

The reactions we have toward the lost of a lovely one differ from one to another; some of us are insensible to death when other are scared because losing someone remind them that their clock is ticking and one day it will their turn.

Yes one day my time will come, then what? There is no point being scared of the inevitable as there is no point being scared of the devil or god if they are almighty. I lost my father a month ago, and what sadness me the most is the fact that I will never be able to hug him. I know its sound egoist to think about  my will to hug him in those time.

But what is death exactly? Are we the one loosing someone or is the dead person losing something? We can give billions or arguments but they will all stay as hypothesis because no one ever came back from there.

Even Jesus the so call son of God hasn’t left us with a resume from his three days journey to hell.

So no, I won’t cry over the death of my father, I will cry because I miss him but not because he is dead (egoistic thought); and my view upon death hasn’t change a bit, I still consider life to be circles of illusion, a place where we are supposed to win the right to evolve, and following my logic for sure my father did evolve: He was a great man.

But this is just another hypothetical view of  life.

Where do we come from, and why should we live? What’s the reason of all this? And how can I get the right to evolve? Those few question are the one a conscious mind have asked to himself at least one’s in his lifetime and after spending the last five years of my life trying to understand our origin our history and our way of live, the main feeling I’m left with is Apathy.

Our history and our evolution is nothing we should be proud about, and Yes Darwin is right, evolution is mainly about strength.

“Strength is the key factor”, and that’s my conclusion from history. Even our so call democracy is base on that rule. No matter if the majority is wrong, no matter if the majority want women to be second class people (Arabic country), the stronger one is the one dictating his rule and most of the time he is the one writing history and that’s why our history is so flawless (The Columbus day is a good example).

Civilizations which were wise enough to put aside the high-speed frenzy development of modern world disappeared.

Of course if  from one side someone is holding a gun and in the other side someone is holding his moral value, the one with moral value will have to adapt his morality so it can suit the gun owner, otherwise …you all know how this kind of story end

Down here, spirituality and moral value have no value for the society we live into. Maybe there is another world out there that cherish those value; then why should we be stuck here? Why do we have to stay in the circle and try to exist day after day, if we don’t recognize our self in this world?

If we move from the tree to the flat it is mainly because of those holding the gun. They keep reminding us that live is all about running and if you don’t run you are an outcast.

Kosya’s Soul: Red Queen, give me a reason to keep running?

Red Queen: Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place (Alice in wonderland).

Yeah maybe the ones holding the gun are Here to make sure humanity never instinct.

Kosya’s Soul: God Give me a reason to still breathe ?

God:  Many holes haven’t been dig yet and humanity is at the verge of his awakening, don’t you want to be part of that ?

Kosya’s Soul: And what if I don’t want to run anymore, what if I’m tired ?

God:  You have the right and the ability to get down the  mountain anytime you wish to. But think twice  and ask yourself if this is the moment? Because once you push the button, they is no way back.

Did Marry Curie, Gandhi choose the right time to push the button ?

“He who has a why to live can bear with almost any how” F. Nietzsche

Le Monde Parfait

Aspirer à bâtir un monde parfait ou poser les pierres d’un tel édifice, voila le rêve de tant d’humain (sage,  philosophe, ingénieur, écrivain, politicien…) qui vécurent avant nous, et pourtant le constat est clair et frappant :

Des milliers d’années sont passées mais parfait, le monde ne l’est toujours pas.

Certains diront qu’un monde parfait serais celui ou les humains s’aimeront; j’aimerais bien voir si ce monde sera aussi parfait pour la veaux ou le porc qui me serviront de repas. Je suis sur qu’ils aimeraient qu’on leurs foutent la paix.

Certains s’accordent a dire que le monde ne fut jamais parfait, dans ce cas pourquoi devrions nous rechercher quelque chose qui n’a jamais été et dont nous ne possédons point de modèle? Et cette perfection même encore, fait preuve d’une extrême relativité entre nous humains.

Pour certains la femme parfaite est celle qui nettoie et prépare (la boniche quoi !), pour d’autre c’est une toute autre philosophie;  et de ces antagonismes sont nés des conflits (capitalisme vs communisme, république contre monarchie, christianisme vs islam), et de ces guerres un constat:

Les vainqueurs, ces gardiens de nos valeurs morales, sont ceux qui firent preuve de la plus grande des cruautés.

La règle est toujours la même: Ici bas, le plus fort dicte les règles du jeu, et cela les idéalistes ne le supportent pas.

Le monde parfait serait celui ou le sens commun régnerait, et de ce raisonnement je peux dire que:

La perfection c’est l’harmonie des choses.

Le méchant a aussi sa place sur terre.

Et si la terre venait à subir divers cataclysme la raison en sera tout a fait différente de celle que prône divers culte de foi.

Que nous créons des chimères pour mieux nous endoctriner, peut importe

Que nous créons des idéaux pour mieux nous entre tuer, peut importe

Que nous empêchons d’autres espèces de survivre tout en détruisant l’harmonie;  Mère ne peut l’accepter.

Et sa bonté est régi par la patience  qu’elle a de voir les choses s’améliorer.

Et comme la reine rouge le dit:

La probabilité d’extinction d’une espèce est invariable au cours du temps.

Nos prédécesseurs ont pu le confirmer.

Adam Smith and Karl Marx did not plan it that way !!!

It’s been almost three years since the crisis hit the market filling people with a sentiment of despair and disgust when it comes to our economy.

After all the “monkey brouhaha” we assisted (G7 meeting, USA new-deal plan, Regulation of the market etc) we still have our eyes to see that nothing so far as change:

The greedy are still leading and deciding for the masses.

For almost a year the media sentenced guilty many “personalities + system”: The traders, the bankers, the capitalism, the deregulation, the Fed, The BoE, Iceland, Milton Friedman, A. Smith, China, liberalism, the big boss …

What about Me?

Yes us,

not me…me,

but me us

I have heard almost every kind of theory on what may have cause the crisis, but I haven’t heard someone actually saying:  It’s my fault !

It’s seems to me that we, the people, are acting as we are not the essence of this system.

After three years we are still playing the blaming game.

O human nature why is my pride so high at the pyre of my rationality ?

What is my point ?

Two years ago, while watching Batman (the dark knight), I got touch by a sentence Michael Caine (Alfred) used to describe the Joker. He said:

Some people cannot be reasoned or buy, some people just like to watch the world burn.

That’s the kind of people the world need. People who just love what they do, no matter the reward nor the consequences, they just like to be an economist, architect, villain, hero or whatever passion they are thrive by.

You still don’t see my point…

Everything I know from economy, I know it from three men (Adam Smith, Karl Marx and Milton Friedman) and two books (The wealth of Nation, and Das Capital).

And from that little knowledge I can point out three major concept:

• The idea of Adam Smith, the market being regulate by the invisible hand, can’t be applied with human nature. Everyone in the top will try to be that invisible hand, to make the market suit his needs and demand: We are just too greedy.

• The idea of Marx, pure Marxism, no country, no regulation, is indeed the ideal, but many of us are  just too lazy and corruptible; we should try to be human with high moral value, before using pure Marxism: And that’s not going to happen tomorrow…

• The liberalism of Friedman, my “préférée”, is a good system but it’s too hard to be implemented unless you use strength as Naomi Klein showed (The chock Doctrine).

Many country moved from the emptiness of communism to the jungle of capitalism just to find out that, under the first system they had the lazy and the dictator and now they have the greedy and the dictator.

A. Smith and K. Marx didn’t plan it that way.

Now we are condemned to move from one crisis to the other, until we mature, until we learn to be as the joker: to not love the money nor the power, but what you do.

Education is the answer.

Death and His Maiden

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The  anxiety we put on the unknown, made us characterize death has a dark angel, but isn’t death itself the meaning of life?

If we cherished life, then maybe we should learn to love death.

Death isn’t a drama but it’s a sad event. In the other hand, the way we tend to refuse it today is tragical.

Thanks to science, we can keep many healthy souls in unhealthy bodies and some of us consider it to be merciful: I rather call it cruelty.

And if it means going against your gods, then show me those gods so I can teach them common sense.

“Science without conscience is but the ruin of the soul”

Once we are free of the fear to die or to lose a lovely on, our conscience is awake to the joy of the moment and his value. You aren’t scared, you are grateful.

I said in one of my post that we shall try to die free.

To die free is to be able to feel everything for what it is: the futile moment for a futility, a valuable moment for a priceless one.

To die free is to be able to cherish the single breath-taking and to find as much pleasure on that breath as the one you find holding your child, listening to music or shopping.

To die free is when all the illusion we accumulated throw life (being prettier, richer, powerful, attractive ) are vanished to vanity.

“To see the sun and call it a sun, is to die free”

What if the next five hours were to be your last one, what will be your first worry ?

Des Moyens de l’ecrivain

Face à cette overdose de livres de mauvaise qualité, dont le monde fait face, je me dois de me redéfinir le rôle de l’écrivain.

Un écrivain est un devin muni d’une plume, un conteur armé un stylo, un docteur bénis d’un œil qui perçoit les contours de l’ âme humaine.

Devin il décrit le temps présent et prédit sa destinée, conteur il enivre nos sens et excite notre inconscient à nous faire voyager dans des mondes merveilleux et  imaginaires, docteur il découvre les maux de nos âmes et nous offre les cures .

Peut nombreux sont ceux qui naissent avec les prédispositions d’un Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Picasso ou Da Vinci; très peut encore le sont ceux qui naissent avec celle d’un voltaire, Bakounine, Nietzsche ou Goethe.

On nait certes écrivain, mais on ne le devient qu’après un apprentissage,  autodictatique ou sous l’aide d’un mentor.

Par contre ceux qui apprennent à écrire sans en avoir le talent au préalable, auront certes les moyens techniques de l’écriture mais pas son âme.

Une grande partie des livres de notre siècle manque d’âme.

C’est peut être pour cela que l’humanité est en passe de perdre la sienne.

Slave and Master

Basic thought can be describe as the emotional interpretation of the outside world.  Here is a silly example…

Yesterday my boyfriends broke up with me, I got sad, angry and to avenge myself I took a knife and stabbed him in the chest until he died.

The action of stabbing him belongs to me, but wasn’t created by me. That thought was generated by my sadness and anger which in their turn were created by his will to leave me. In other word, he and my emotions are Masters of my decision, and I’m just the puppet.

If he had not choose to quit me, I would not have stabbed him.

As many of my action are bound to my basic thoughts, and my basic thoughts are bound to my emotions, I must then control my emotion and thought if I want to get a higher control of myself.

“In order to become my master, I must learn to control my emotions and thoughts”

I’m alive because my father and my mother decided to have a child. Did they ask my opinion before having sex? No.

I was born in this world and not in another one, here I have to pay taxes, I have to work to survive, I have to interact with other; but maybe I don’t want to do all those things. Can I?

“Nature tells me to adapt myself to the condition I found before trying to  transform them”

In other word, I’m the slave of what I found, but I become the master of what I will create.

Everyone, once in his life, has wished to change a peculiar character, or habit, he has. Being patient, less temper, arrogant,jealous, stop procrastinating etc. I actually found it harder to get rid of a habit than to acquire a new one:  Who’s the master then?

Many of us believe we are born free; it’s just an illusion. Our emotions, the determinism of other and our natural barrier (hunger, pain and menstruation) made us slaves of many principles:

We are born slaves and we shall try to die free.

All the species in the world adapted themselves to the environment surrounding them,all but one. We adapt ourselves and transform the surrounding.

A God Of 1934

I’m standing next to you but you can see me,

I will like to talk to you but you won’t hear me.

Oh my dear, I’ve reached the unreachable, I’ve mastered everything

I need neither to sleep nor to eat nor to shit

I feel neither pain nor sorrow nor despair nor anxiety

Now that I’m dead, I’ve become God, I’ve become perfection itself.

Now that I’m dead, everything I want is to be imperfect again.

All the answer I’ve been searching, now I found them, but a futile hug has more value than them.

Now that I’m God, I know the value of a hug, of a rest of a food of a word of a feeling.

Now that I’m God I will like to feel pain, to feel hunger to feel joy or love.

I’ve tried to touch you, but my body just pass throw yours, leaving you with an electrical spasm

I’ve tried to talk, but my words get to you as vibration

Enjoy every moment of your life with the same intensity

Now you cry you lost, but I’m the one who lost

Cry louder and enjoy it, as much as laughing, don’t worry, worry waste your moment, and few time you have left before becoming God .

I thought the destination was my goal, but I was mistaken and now i know the road is much more valuable.

If the God of God can hear me, please make me a species again, make me imperfect again,

I want to enjoy the touching of a grass, the stress of a job, the sleeping in a couch and the tears of a lost loving one.

O Mother I’m sorry I’ve killed myself,  sorry I can’t hug you or tell you how much I loved you.

O father, I’m sorry I couldn’t live without answer, I’m sorry I spent more time reading than fishing with you.

I will like to hug someone

No, no, no, life isn’t meaningless, and the only meaningless life is the perfect one.

My illusion gives me much more joy and meaning than those answers

“Now I’m perfection, and I know those hugs weren’t for Granted.”

Priceless Moment

Egregore…The Creation of Our Demon

On my Road to compostela, I met a New Zealander (Kiwi) with whom I spent three days walking in the step of Spain. During the walkabout, she used to murmur this: “We create what we see.”

If your mind focus long enough on a number or a situation, you’ll have the impression to see the number or the situation everywhere; sensation which led me to this:

“Know Thyself”.

Know your fear, your anxiety and your demon, conquer them or make them vanish and you will find yourself. It’s just a matter of  “Egregore”.

Is it good to create those habits? The habit itself is neutral, but the feeling you put out of it, is essential.

There is nothing wrong believing that waking up from the left foot make me feels stronger and unstoppable, cause the illusion itself offer me comfort and therefore, create the reality of comfort.

So if I’m not strong enough to live without those chimeras, I should be wise enough to choose the one I want to be abiding by.

My father told me once:

“Knowing the truth is the first step to wisdom, knowing how to apply that truth is the first step to Enlightenment”

We indeed create most of our illusion; the one seeking for enlightenment should try to get rid of them but the one seeking for comfort and wisdom should wisely choose his illusions.

I like to see life as a really good entertainment; and not everyone will evolve.

All institutions falls, it is by time and method they differ.

All those interests in human history or philosophy come with the same verdict: The world hasn’t changed a bit, and everything that rises will fall.

It happened in the past as it will be in the present and the future.  I will go further and add this: “the more struggles we put to delay that fall the more devastating it will be.”

We are struggling try to support our system, but saving the bank won’t do the trick. We can’t reinvent the wheel.

We should open our eyes to the inevitable and make the transition painless, because by the end of the day, the system will fall!

My father told me once this:

“Life is like theater; the scene and the actor change once in a while but the play remain the same”.