Lately I was a bit concerned because I don’t have time to fully go through what I write. Writing 750 words almost daily is a difficult task: you have to have nice ideas, find the right songs, choose telling pictures for those who don’t have time, make sure you are prepared if your blog becomes featured in Time Magazine, Playboy and L’Occident La Nuit.
This blog might change the opinions of people like a good song. But only if readers still have a brain and are not intolerant to exercise. One day I listened to a song by using free association to choose it and suddenly I fell on a bed crying. Never before did I experience that with a song and such harmony in all my body.
So if this blog needs an editor for a little rewriting, I guess it could be a good idea. It seems the movie Random Hearts was stuck in development hell and critics said that a little rewrite could have made this movie a classic one. But again you have to have a brain and not be intolerant to exercise.
So now you know the 2 conditions to easily digest any food. But first let’s make sure why we could face such an ordeal.
Where Does This Mess Comes From?
You can criticise school if you want because teenagers have a hard time explaining what was their intent when they burped and farted. But the truth is that school provides you with very interesting point of views. I still keep a big book about the 18th century that I stole from my sister.
In this book, one of the author is very clear: the mess comes from intolerance.
4 years ago I was the victim of a verbal abuse by French people: “fuckin’ Lebanese”. They completely forgot that I had 2 passports: French and Lebanese. I guess having 2 passports could make you feel like that Buridan’s ass.
Can Violence Also Come From Priorities?
Lately I was watching a debate and the now famous Piketti summarised very easily the questions pertaining to propriety: there’s always a lot of violence. But since I’m using free association, I do wonder now if questions related to priorities are not equally violent.
Anyway, Buridan’s ass is an illustration of a paradox in philosophy in the conception of free will. It refers to a hypothetical situation wherein a donkey that is equally hungry and thirsty is placed precisely midway between a stack of hay and a pail of water. Since the paradox assumes the ass will always go to whichever is closer, it dies of both hunger and thirst since it cannot make any rational decision between the hay and water.
As you can see here, the animal could decide what’s more important (water or food) and make a decision. The windmills of your mind will disappear by choosing water of love.
Is Finding A Partner The Important Thing?
Yes I was wondering if an editor was important but, for this blog to succeed, I think I need a partner who will be able to handle a lot of stuff. As of today, I’m working alone and deal with financial issues, creative stuff, legal matters and so on and so forth.
I used to date a girl when I was 22 and suddenly I decided to focus on work. But 5 years spent in banks from 2005 to 2010 taught me that it was a mistake. You have to go for love and partners everyday. Working can make you a workaholic and I wonder how I ended up this way.
Today I feel a lot alienated by my environment: the guys owe me big money and they have a hard time rewarding me. One day I go to a hotel on holidays 3 weeks and the next week I spend 1 month in rehab with neuroleptics.
Those guys are bipolar and schizophrenic. They think they aren’t naked and they seldom go to the bathroom to check their neutral mirror.
Is It Some Kind Of History Rewriting?
The newspaper shout an old style is coming back. But the newspaper are strangely silent about me. It’s as if they knew about my style and thought it was nothing new. I will serve everyday the same soup that is good for your heart but maybe doesn’t allow people to stay on the road.
So yes I think I will try to find an editor and change the content of this blog. I want this blog to allow people to stay on the road, even if a sign indicates “7 years of bad luck, good things in your past”.
The road is very clear if you’re kind of lazy and this applies to many people. The sign indicates: “fool if you think it’s over”. New born eyes always cry with pain at the look of the morning sun. How many of you died at least once and were born again?
Edit: I want people to forget the signs and rely solely on their senses. What if the sign indicated turn left but you could clearly see the road went right? And music will help us make sense of even the most insulting experiences.