- My beautiful sapiens
- All species of hominids question but all have fainted
with their secrets. All but one.
All that remains is homo sapiens of which we are the worthy representatives.
If sapiens questions, it is not by his wisdom
but its ability to contain the world around him.
Indeed if the man gets a foothold in a mammal, he outclasses the model of
the indolent creature which frolics in a strict frame.
His fields of expression and action seem boundless
and make him breaking through the glass ceiling of the animal.
In other words, if one had wanted to project naked freedom on this Earth,
would have he done otherwise ?
- King of stinkers
- However, the human frame plays a strange partition.
He is awkward and shows little interest in his abilities.
It is as though the human adventure seems to be written in spite of himself, as
in his back.
Oh, I'm not talking here about that chronicle of the acts and deeds
of the past and its litany of glorious dates.
It mainly celebrates the memory of military leaders
who have built their fame by pronouncing the sacrifice of thousands of anonymous people.
Nor do I refer to the noisy frenzy of small matters
so-called information and that flood our days.
All these acts, notable in the sense less confidential than simple common life facts,
seem to me insipid and ineffective
in the light of progress in knowledge and the progression of ideas.
But on this register, unfortunately, our progress is extremely uneven and laborious.
It is only succession of clashes and jolts.
It must be said that the organization limits its whole ambition to govern the daily life of humans.
Engaging on the quest for man is out of its field of action.
So when by chance one day pop up a breakthrough
that could shake the agreed truth, beware !
The peaceful world that is self-sufficient is not asking for that much.
The novelty is a stain in the immaculate consensus of
"it has always been like that" and especially "do not change anything".
This because for our dear sapiens, as much evolved as he is,
wildness remains the main engine. It still animates and organizes his days.
So if unfortunately a seed of man dares to emerge emancipated from this relationship,
it could make boil the blood of all.
Later, however, past the time of suspicion and rejection,
everyone contemplating his past, will congratulate himself of all his progress
accomplished since then in humanity.
- Man where are you ?
- We despair of the man.
When will he choose his path ?
When will he decide not to let the human misleads him
for only material purposes ?
When will he understand that human is only his sine qua non of existence ?
He is his container, his diving suit, his expression vector
but in no way his reason or purpose.
To abandon ourself to the human...
Does the driver abandon himself to his car, the rider to his horse,
the hunter to his rifle ? Imagine the rampage !
There is no animal more dreadful than the human on this Earth.
This is the most remarkable safe-conduct for conquering,
ravaging, and devastating the whole thing, blindly.
He is doing what he wants however as soon as he is frustrated in the execution of his plans,
he pleads against his ignominious condition
In every place, the human precedes.
The man follows him like a pale shadow, as if he were his shameful face.
Nevertheless over the time he might appear gently under the animal skin,
but today the herd is getting out of control
and man is nothing but a puppet in a rodeo.
Come on, wake up, get rid of this so-called modernity,
take the bull by the horns and tame the beast.
Here we are. Who to tolerate his freedom to be yoked by the anima ?
Who to leave it suffocated and buried under the dust that the beast raises ?
All of us.
- No magic
- There will be nothing without the man.
It looked so good on paper that we could dream.
Miss Earth, lap of life and universal beauty,
married to Mister Man, effusion of freedom let to itself.
The surface of contact between these two beings of different nature is called human.
But today as yesterday, we can only note that
we are far from romance.
Anyway, as long as the man will run behind this human who understands nothing,
he has nothing to hope from this epic.
Or rather that he prepares for a gray Earth
and a cohabitation between humans similar to a fight.
What is missing from the human-man to provide another face ?
Is he blind or self-important with having been served too well ?
So many centuries that the human revolves all around the Earth,
for so little lines written on the man's page !
Rather than to get exhausted in vain conquests,
should he not think of lifting the veil ?
Maybe the desperate agony of Miss Earth is her last cartridge,
to make the human realize his inanity ?
Humans seem deadlocked.
Where to find this little extra that would allow him
to switch to a different day ?
It is well-known that sometimes only a breath, a tiny nothing
as innocuous as the beating of wings of a butterfly
is enough to give things a different turn.
Could such a miracle operate on man ?
This can not be dismissed.
Consider, for instance, this maxim from the common reason:
"We have only one single life, let's enjoy it".
What does this perception point ?
We do not really know what life is but we can find it
some good sides, so let's reap as much as we can.
I consider my life as an independent time bubble,
decorrelated from what has been before, from what will be after.
the present is open to me but I am not responsible of it.
Life is quite complicated like that, it is useless to question to much about it !
This approach stresses that we seek to make the most of
of a situation which is sad in substance.
We are at most the toys of a closed world.
My life is at most an anecdotic playtime.
Now allow yourself a little puff of drunkenness.
Forget your daily conditioning,
take a deep breath and read the same formula
by lending to the verb to have its meaning of sharing.
"We share only one single life, let's enjoy it."
What changes on the program ?
We are the interpreters of one single and same life.
We are not self-sufficient and self-proclaimed bubbles
but emissaries who fly and twirl.
We must take the most of this unique kinship.
We are not goals,
but illustrations of what is our basis.
We belong in the same time to the Earth and to something else than Earth.
Bing ! That offers hope.
We can think that in the same way a tiny nothing
might be sufficient to change the color of the world.
Perhaps even that in our everyday life,
we regularly cross just a breath away from another perception.
But blinded by our frenzy, we lack precious details,
able to switch us into a completely different approach.
This enjoins us not to remain stuck, prostrate, locked up.
Routines, analyzes and certainties are not made to be venerated and praised,
but to be constantly weighed and challenged.
No one can be satisfied with restricting his existence to a pointless interlude.
So if the human is the director of our freedom, he can not be its gravedigger.
May he perceive that he is meaningfull only when he puts himself to the service
of the man.
This is what all of us should embody.