Simple things

December 1, 2011 - Kathmandu, Nepal

'What is a human being, then?'
'A seed.'
'A... seed?'
'An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree'
David Zindell, The Broken God


November. Kathmandu. The winter is here with it's blue sky and cold nights. The morning sun rises to warm everything for the day, it's a nice winter weather in the mountains. It's been a long time since I did not write, even less in french, my mother tongue. Having a little time to myself, I've been going back into myself, recentering as they say. This month I turned 39, almost 4 decades on this planet, in this body. About half of my life done, and I feel I have gone full circle, coming back to where I started, a kid again, a kid always I will remain. I come back with no answers, all that I thought I knew was wrong. The journey keeps it's secrets well kept behind maya, every day a new surprise, and that's the way I like it.

An old friend asked me what I had learned in my years. After a minute of hesitation, I answered that it was a pointless journey, a wonderful trip, a mistery which is better lived than questioned. After all, we all die one day, we all will be forgotten as we all will forget everything, after all, all we can do is to enjoy this trip.


"Too much of the animal disfigures the civilized human being, too much culture makes a sick animal."
The Psychology of the Unconscious (1943)

We can ask a million questions, to which we will create a trillion answers. Religions and sciences have explored life for thousands of years. God moved from the sky and got split into atoms, put in nanotubes, god has been virtualized. If you want questions, open any religious or science books, and they will provide all the answers you are looking for. The men sitting in ivory towers will explain everything, far away from life itself, lost in the mind, everything becomes theory, each secret dissected for all to see. In the ivory tower, life is a battle ground, each opinion better than the next, arguments never end, because god damned my point of view is much more valid than yours! Through the ivory gates  many escape, I chose to go through the horn gates...


I wrote a piece in french which you can read here. I love the french language as it gave me my first words. Even if I, so far, spoke more english than french during my life, I still hold the french language dearly in my heart. French and english has allowed me to explore diferent modes of thinking. On one side an emotionally warm latin aspect, and on the other the practical and cold anglo-saxon aspect. It's much easier to be funny in french, the french language being more subtle than english, the words can be played with ad infinitum, and the naughty jokes can abound. French is a romantic, playful language. English, on the other hand is a more dry language, less emotional, shorter words, efficient. Both are wonderful for diferent uses, diferent times, diferent places and people.

"Life has always seemed to me like a plant that lives on its rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer. What we see is the blossom, which passes. The rhizome remains."

femmes assan

They say that each language we speak is like a new soul, each soul reflecting one aspect of our personality. Each language a root of the human spirit tree. Some purists will tell you that such and such language is more or less pure. Some will even profess that such or such language is the only one to know if one wants to understand the universe, the mind of god. Don't get fooled by their rethorics.
Mathematics, dancing, sanskrit, painting, grec, japanese, music, latin, arabic, programing languages, all are equally beautiful tools. Of course each language has it's own properties. It's easier to build a bridge using mathematics in order to count the distance from A to B, yet it's much harder to write a poem about a flower using maths. Each tool good for a special purpose, it's up to the creator to carefully select the appropriate tool.

"When animus and anima meet, the animus draws his sword of power and the anima ejects her poison of illusion and seduction. The outcome need not always be negative, since the two are equally likely to fall in love (a special instance of love at first sight)."
Aion (1951). CW 9, Part II: P.338.30


There are so many subjects I'd like to write about, and this alone could take a few life times, each truth changing with the seasons, it's a never ending task. So when I have some time, like now, I sit in my room, and I start writing. I've been trying to write about women and men, and the various roles they play in diferent societies. This subject fascinates me, as I find the man woman relationship to be at the root of all our questions. I'll come back laters on the topic, but for now, here are a bit of food for thoughts.

"Seldom, or perhaps never, does a marriage develop into an individual relationship smoothly and without crises; there is no coming to consciousness without pain,"


The way we understand nature, and interact with nature, seems to be a direct reflection of the way we relate to our mother. The father figure being a more abstract notion, somewhere out there, in the sky, something authoritarian. Mother always remains, with her moods, storms, clear blue skies and rains. Father comes and goes, he's out there somewhere, building something or talking business, who knows what he's doing. Women stay home and take care of the house and offsprings, while men go out there and write books about women, projecting her onto everything he does, idealizing or demonizing her, mostly dehumanizing her. Watch out. For the simple reason that in dehumanizing her, it is a part of yourself that you are loosing.

For a woman, the typical danger emanating from the unconscious comes from above, from the "spiritual" sphere personified by the animus, whereas for a man it comes from the chthonic realm of the "world and woman," i.e., the anima projected on to the world.
"A Study in the Process of Individuation" (1934) In CW 9, Part I: The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious. P. 559


Women, it's time to look at our first little and much nescessary revolution which "freed us", and time to reconsidered what worked and didnt work. Now we have seen that we can take care of things alone, but it becomes so much nicer when we can share the joys and pains with a good man at our side. Mellow out a bit, and men will stay closer.
Men, it's time to have a little discussion, time to stop thinking you're the rulers of the universe. The universe is just another toy of yours, stop playing with it, because it's with life itself that you are playing. Take care of your children.
Neither of us are birds. Even if we dream of flying, it remains a dream. For now we have 2 legs grounding us to the land we live on. O, we can catch a plane, but we have to land eventually. And if you really, really want to fly, I am sure you can, just come back as a bird.
Men and women are in this together, and it is only together that we can make things work, so let's sit down and let's have a cup of tea together...

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed."


If those images seem over simplified, they are not nescessarly false, and do point to something very simple. Men and women create life together and as such are equally responsable for taking care of it. The life they create together in family structures is the foundation of societies. Societies shape the world, and for now the world we have is the planet we live on.
This life journey seems like nothing but a big classroom in which we learn how to love one another and to take care of each other. Nothing very big here, no more gods, complicated physics or fancy foot work, yet it's the hardest task we can devote our life to. To learn to love and respect one another, and of course it can only start with the discovery of the self. It's easy to built a sky scraper, always higher and higher we go, easy to loose the mind in esoteric and godly considerations about the after life or other metaphorical states, it's easy to split atoms, easy to go save the orphans of a far away country, it's much much harder to sit down and to look into oneself.

"Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart ... Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens."


If we all take care of our own life, the rest will automatically follow. If you smile, the world will smile back, if you want peace you have to become peace. You want the mega coorporations to change their ways, you feel revolted against the world? Stop buying their useless products, become a responsable consumer, and things will naturally change. It's that simple. Buying another "save the world" tshirt wont do it. You need to save yourself first. No need to fight the outside, when one's own ignorance is the root of all problems. Just look inside, and slowly slowly things naturally happen, but only if you want them to...let them happen, enjoy and don't forget to smile in gratitude for the best teacher, best guru ever: life.


Reading this text to a friend, he said that there is nothing new in it, that to change things we need a system, we need to write how to do it. Even if I find new interesting things in modern books, I found most of my answers in old books. The simple things remain, and are even more relevant in the modern and complex world of today. We need to get back to simple things, more complicated is not what we need today. I don't have anything new to share. If you want new thoughts, go to your local transhuman, as they want to change everything we ever were and will be. I am not one of them, I have nothing new to offer, I have no systems, no solutions. I just live this life the best I can, and that's hard enough as it is.

Thank you always to all that make this journey the gift it is, my family, mam and dad I would not be here without you, sis my best friend. Friends, teachers and so many others. Stone, plants, animals and all the gazes in between. Thank you always for being...

Quotes by Carl Jung.
Book of the week: The rebirth of Nature by Rupert Sheldrake.




December 2, 2011
Voilà qui m'explique bien pourquoi je préfère lire le même texte technique dans sa traduction anglaise plutôt que dans sa VO française... et l'inverse pour les romans!
December 9, 2011
c'est vraie que les textes manuels semblent plus clair en anglais. parlez de l'ordi en francais, c'est dur pour moi, connais pas les termes..mais un bon roman en anglais, ca me gene pas non plus. l'original est tjs le meilleur.
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