There are human traditions which tend to stagnate and alter. They are those that attach themselves to objects and values ​​that the time ruthlessly destroyed. They are linked to contingent things and material – customs, modes, styles, attitudes – which inevitably change with time and are replaced by others .

He is also traditions that are like the breath of a body, that renew life preventing stagnation. They are calm and peaceful revolts against the dead .

These traditions to stay alive must be revolutionary. They will always be there because they refuse the norms and values ​​to which human thought attaches itself with ardor .

To those who love money, pleasure, the honours, the power, this living tradition tells us to see the other side of things, to seek the true meaning of our life, peace of mind .

Les révolutions lorsqu’elles ne sont que politiques transforment les choses en apparence. Elles s’effectuent dans la violence. power changes hands, mais quand la fumée se dissipe et qu’on a enterré les morts, the situation is the same as before. Une minorité d’hommes forts arrivent au pouvoir et font disparaître les opposants, for personal purposes. Greed, cruelty, debauchery, l’ambition, greed and hypocrisy are the same as before .

The alliance of a living tradition and a humanist revolution can set the course for a existential unfolding respectful of the fragile and shifting balances every human group needs. This alliance cannot be closed on agreed archaic principles, nor open to the modernist all-comers. She must make you want to grow, it must make the spirit of the group hungry crossing the surface of the words will have to go beyond what the words express. mysteries, for in the humility of silence, intellectual loneliness and a a certain inner poverty to combine with desire – engine of our human human-animal condition -, the momentum of a unique intuition, towards a truth unique that we possess deep within ourselves and that we know sometimes, intermittently .

At this stage of understanding of this human condition in motion, between tradition and revolution, emergence from the depths of the psyche and the soul, traits of lucidity and intuition, encounters the existential experience in the necessary communicating relationship of this research process involved with men of good will, to all men in the making to be .

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She brings together beings who have nothing in common with each other, beings who are in the impossibility of fleeing from themselves or from others.

Forced to stay whole, men and women of hate burn in place while trying to repel each other. What they hate most is less what they see in others that the hatred they feel others have for that what they see in them. It is what others send back to them of their own image and their actions and gestures which makes them wallow in hatred. They recognize in their brothers and sisters what they hate in them. selfishness, jealousy, impotence, terror, the despair, hatred, it's bad .

It is not the evil which is a negative entity, but rather the absence of a perfection that should be. Evil is boring because it is the absence of something that could interest us body and soul, and the intellect .

What can we entice into evil acts, it's not bad, but the good that is there find, a good seen under a false aspect, in a distorted perspective. A good that we see like a mirror to the larks, who makes us reach out, but who is only a bait in a trap. And when the trap closes, there is nothing left than disgust, boredom or hatred .

People of hate live in a world full of betrayals, d’illusions, manipulation, lies and boredom. And when they try to drown out this boredom with noise, unrest and violence, they get even more boring. They are scourges for the world and society .

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 Integrity is to be yourself. It's not believing you have to become someone else .

It is not to use his mind and body in the mad enterprise of living the another's experiences, to write the poems or to live the spirituality of the other. Too often men hasten to give themselves importance by imitating what is successful, because they are too lazy to imagine better. They want quick success and are in such a rush that they don't take time to be themselves .

Integrity coexists with humility. For the truly humble man, manners to be, the customs and habits of men are not matters for conflict. Humility is not about trying to be different, as if we knew better than anyone what we are and what we should be .

How can we be ourselves if we lead the life of another ? And it takes courage to just be yourself, in line with our destiny. As well the anxiety we may experience in maintaining our balance, to be honest, in difficult situations, to continue to be yourself without harshness, without impose our false personalities on the false personalities of others, may teach us to become deeply humble .

One of the characteristics of the humble person is that others do not know what to think from her . They wonder if she's crazy or just proud .

Humility has loneliness as a sister, that of infinite spaces where everything happens, even the postponement of things said and by which everything contributes, in the coming and going of the conditions of the mind, with the wind of instincts , crumbling passions and wonders of his own image .

Integrity to sister Athena, the pride of being a man/woman standing, to hold the bar, to be vertical, ready to face adversity, to commiseration-reflex, to doubt and self-puffiness .

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   Pieces of art are electric shocks that force us to perceive the absolute. They us question our falling asleep by forcing us to question .

The seen summons the artist to wonder at what he sees and pressing. Matter reveals its secrets and contact occurs between the patient soul, observer and acting of the artist and the material which is tamed by letting itself be shaped . The artist penetrates the visible, the sensitive, the real. He makes them his own the life he gives them without turning them into objects. He does not remain a prisoner appearances, resistances and habits of mental thought. He preserves the ability to marvel at reality by constantly perceiving the rift separating the natural and authentic world from objectified matter . And behind the appearance of creation he perceives the mystery of order hidden. He raises the science of the art to the level of the qualities of the pure spirit. the fireworks of his inspiration create the poetic moment, innocent contemplation beyond known certainties as well as commitment on the path of wonder .

The admirer, the disciple, par contagion intuitive, captures the interaction between human and the environment, between humans and the universe .

The artist by a double observation of his interiority and the environment brings out the eternally renewed poetic form. There is unforeseen dialogue, improbable, between the creator, animal-human man of flesh and mixed sensations and the matter. The artist becomes, the time of a dive into the light of otherness of the world, the servant of what prolongs it, of what overwhelms him just as much than what glorifies him. He turns out to be the universal memory, union unthinkable of the absolute and its manifestation. A crystallization of the event brings the bursting of a buried truth, visible at this moment where the dawn of what is happening is at the heart of its mystery, like a date hidden that underlies the appearance of creation. Continuing his quest, the curiosity and sensitivity of the artist guide him towards the perception and the intuition of the invisible structure of things .

And the material opens like a rose in summer before the active soul, patient and contemplative of the artist. Matter is tamed, she makes herself welcoming and lets herself shape. The animal-human man, in a new intimacy of himself fades away to make way for”Human”, to a universal dimension where beauty expresses itself and exists. The artist is then a. He is an instrument of new energy and fully himself. It reveals human nature . The artist through his gesture of creation lives. It receives and is lived. He is movement of movement before being a thing or someone. He likes. He is intensely diversity, duality and multiplicity. He is grain of dust attentive to the incessant upheavals of the universal order. He is the groom of the many weddings waiting for him at the end of the hall shadow and light of its obligatory journey .

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 So much and so much effort
 commensurate with requests
 to keep your head above water
 and be in resemblance to the visible
 without being closed to the invisible .
 
 So much and so much effort
 to raise viridity
 on the shield of our intentions
 while without effective power
 l'amour sensible fait figure de désaffection .
 
 So much and so much effort
 to move in this corridor
 to distinguish good from evil
 in order to really see where we are going .
 
 So much and so much effort
 to cross
 the fords of the torrent of illusion
 without distinguishing the origin of this stardust
 where to be liege men and women .
 
 So much and so much effort
 to avail oneself of an eternal sun
 while the confines of our understanding
 sont scarifiés sur les autels
 dumbness and deafness .
 
 So much and so much effort
 spent waiting for the rain to stop falling
 alors qu'elle est partie prenante de la fructification .
 
 So much and so much effort
 to consider the end of the end of our life course
 as happiness
 alors que nous sommes éternellement en marche .
 
 So much and so much effort
 to accept that the sun goes down
 avant que les blés ne mûrissent
 implorant
 in search of harvest
 le retour de la faux du père .


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Il faut jeter par dessus bord
beaucoup de paresse, mais surtout beaucoup d’inhibition et d’incertitude pour
to join oneself .

Pour toucher les autres à travers moi, I have to see more clearly and I have to accept myself.

Depuis des années j’emmagasine,
I accumulate in a large reservoir, mais tout cela devrait bien
ressortir un jour, otherwise I will have the feeling of having lived for nothing, d’avoir
dépouillé l’humanité sans rien lui donner en retour .

Tous les problèmes
que je traverse et que je tente d’expliquer, me tourmente et appelle en moi
solution et formulation. 'Cause these problems aren't just mine,
but those of many others. Si à la fin de ma vie je trouve une forme à ce
qui est encore chaotique en moi, I may have fulfilled my little mission.

Tout cela me semble bien prétentieux.
Je me sens parfois comme une poubelle tant il y a de trouble,
of vanity, of incompleteness, insufficiency in me.

Mais corrélativement
il y a aussi une authentique sincérité et une volonté passionnée, presque
nécessaire, to bring some clarity, de trouver l’harmonie entre le dedans et le dehors pour se rejoindre soi-même .

A la longue il se pourrait que je trouve la paix et la clarté.
But yes ! It is now, en ce lieu, in this world,
I need to find clarity, peace and balance.

Je dois me replonger sans cesse dans la réalité, m’expliquer avec tout ce que je
rencontre sur mon chemin, accueillir le monde extérieur dans mon monde
intérieur et l’y nourrir – et inversement je dois continuer d’écouter au-dedans
de moi – , mais cela est terriblement difficile et c’est pourquoi j’ai ce
sentiment d’oppression au-dedans de moi .

C’est alors que je fermais les yeux. stop thinking.
I was going through a moment of peace, calm.
My unwavering faith in man can't make me slip away. A
perspective de cohérence m’appelle. J’ai si tendrement à faire que je ne puis
qu’assumer pleinement mon destin et employer mes talents à soulager les maux de mes frères et sœurs .

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The border between good and evil passes between the two banks of the river. Any choice of one bank rather than the other ricochets and carries with it its punishment and its seed.. Punishment keeps in hell ; and the germ, this force capable of splitting the rock, crack the heart. So we spend our lives dithering on a catwalk .

It is the passage from one bank to the other that remains pure mystery. We might think that on each side there is an abyss by which takes place the passage to another dimension. And maybe the attempt to escape by all means this aspiration, to this vertiginous fall is it the origin of our worst suffering .

The relentless refusal of the known to the unknown, the familiar to the unexplored, forces fate to use violence against us .

For the fetus in its mother's womb, the end of the world is called birth. We call butterfly the annihilation of the caterpillar. All life is a cosmic drama that never ends, all in all, not so bad .

Pass the bridge, it is to change nature. To see otherwise, is to change your vision, it is to crack his agreed vision of things. How painful it is to change state. It makes us blink eyes, before later seeing these states stabilize .

Changing sides blurs the view than the others carry me. Also for fear of being taken for insane, I'm careful not to talk about it anyone. But the truth is the opposite, so I went out of the world that my time hallucinates to reach a reality without time and place. And this reality is light casting, fluorescent magma that all the shades from darkest to brightest. And this palette is a piano of colors .

And I saw it as I see now from the window burst a summer at the zenith of her majesty. I saw that matter was not that light and vibration and Love, pure love, immeasurable love .

And I see all these human beings going somewhere leaves when they never left from nowhere and will not arrive in nowhere place where they are not already. This immense sacred and absurd staging suggests that men are gods when, between two dreams, they let their gaze wander over the world .

The lesson of this metaphor of the bridge between two shores is that life has been given to us, that we must put as much energy as possible into bringing this potential to fruition, as little energy as possible to suffer from it and not be surprised when what seems to be eternal flashes and disappears .

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