The Bright Well

Optimistic, isn't that the word shall be used to describe yourself, being on one hand a quality, that enables to serve in the best conditions the ideals of yours and on the other hand some failure that might prevent you from letting the totality of information get into the equation you're currently handling within your grey cells ?

Optimistic is a nature more than a complexion, and therefore it doesn't bother why or what  and all mechanical disturbances that a flight could encounter while crossing storm, clouds and dusty skies.

Optimistic is the confidence within the "at work" forces , phenomenae, which reveals some natural relation, some intimate connection to an environnnment, its laws, its movements and its fates. Optimistic is the one within.

Being so optimistic, isn't that a form of stupidity, of childish behavior and the complete luggage of adjectives schrink use to stamp their ill sheeps with ?

Never. Since that is exactly the opposite, hence, what is funny in the end, reveals the absolute misunderstanding and unappropriate tool employed in the current conditions, conditions  that have changed since the tools expert used to work with wer created. Funny because it can be pictured by those frenetic words: "It shall work , it always worked, why couldn't it work again and ever?"

Piece of advice to be given is : walk out, breath the air, listen to the birds...

You've got it ? :)

     Time to time, humanity comes to the point where it is to considerate the mean it pursues cannot be reached using the way that was chosen by elders years before. Like a mathematical equation, or an objet thrown through space, it appears that, something, within or outside,  curves the trajectory preventing the heart of one's purpose to be approched nor touched.

     Dark matters. And for it is invisible, it is often ignored during the calculation, for it is considered as a minor factor that cannot, ou shall not enter the equation.  Fact being accurate in a visible plan.  Method accurate in pythagorician geometry.

Infinitly outclassed when compared to our vessels folding dimensions. That is, she, a plate for example, crossing  the barrier of local borders and getting through the other tables where it combinates within line of calculations. Demultiplying. Therefore a bridge opens to more than the point to which it is added.

    Supertankers with their hundred tons of oil taught us that while they're moving through the ocean, the steel of their hull  can be compared to a thin cigarette paper we're playing with. Maybe it might stop a stubborn buffalo, maybe it will be enough to stop a 1911's bullet  to get into her cargo, maybe a golden chapelet spitted by a black stormer from the jungle couldn't obliterate her sides. But the liquid. The mass of waters. Could torn its doubled or tripled hull like a thin hobo's  mistress as it turn to smoke clouds.

   It is obvious that more than ever Relativity is actual, and that pluri-dimensional observation and consideration of the worlds, being plural and unic, alternativly and during parallel duration, leads to a newer, or in a fact, to  a renewed approach of the environnment.

   As a proposal, we consider that on the board of intruments we should keep one eye on, the first, figures the answer to the fundamental question: When are we ?

Which is quite complex to render, due to the mass of factors that must be simultaneously  considered.

    And for humanity, on a more philosophical plan, the question is also of importance, for it states that there is a line which has been traveled by the entirety of humanity, and that, that perticular line since it was initiated had an impulsion but meanwhile was recharged, reoriented and reorganised according to the local factors and the forces in presence at the time.

   Whenever or whereever you want to be, individuality, group, clan, society, living form, thou shall first consider that:

WHEN ARE WE ?

During the second part of the twentieth century, technology in the western hemisphere of the Earth, commonly recorded as "democraties" or "Free World", have passed through an accelerated evolution, part due to competition with the other half of the planet, part due to a call for life, after a war that had annihilated more than 50 millions of human beings from the surface of the globe.

Exploration in many technologies was the origin of a new prosperity, the precusor of a new form of evolution in the domain of industry and the one of  research.

Second part of the twentieth century, locked between the second world conflict and the perspective of a nuclear doom, pushed  humanity to forge new possibilities, to imagine unknown, but potential or possible views with their ways and relatives conjonctions.  What made this age golden was the card given to scientists and artists  joining hands so as to bear the project of a better society to come.

At the end of the twentieth century, the end of the soviet hemisphere has brought a lack of competition spirit. Another abstraction developped its roots, like never a religion before did, an idea that is the favorite alcohol of people: money rules the world and world is to be ruled by its coins and notes.

Resulting is the saddest and monoton symphony produced ever, without inspiration and possibilties.

Brains were to do within the columns and sheets published on the screen of bookholders.

Moon was too far to be reached, virtuality expanded and folks fall in the gap of the video screens.

Never ever is to be underestimated the power of words and signs and the extensive as well as unlimited possibilities they offer.

Our century is facing a anticipation lack. Because of nostalgia. Because of the denial of reality preventing the largest part of humanity to access to culture that is the first step toward mutual security.

There is no higher security level as solidarity.  Apparatchik games have already proven their inability to rules societies and their certain force to generates troubles.

Anticipating higher level of solidarity is ensuring larger highways and connections that are the foundations of a multiple and dynamic society.

     "What shall we do now ?" is the question Western economists and politicians are facing everyday. How in hell, is it possible not to manage, as fast as we hope, to restart the engine of prosperity?

Answers to come are quite simple.

      1 Who are We ? Since the beginning of the XXIst century, and globalisation, it is a fact that market rules the economy circuits leading nations and groups of nations (ALENA, EEC) in their ways. The market, in which we, human beings of the whole world are involved in.

===> We, has definitely grown over the private square of high towers where computers are rolling the sheets of markets with their forecasts. WE, the people, is now more than ever, the totality of the productive forces engaged in the process of creating wealth and prosperity all around the world. Frontiers have been abolished.

    2 What are We ? Since the equation production=wealth is accurate everywhere, comparisons can't lead anywhere without the conscience that scales are unsame:

    A sample teaches more than words.

   For one Engineer in western countries, hardly working 45 hours a week, dealing half of his time with the preoccupation of not reaching his goals because he would lost his job if he did otherwise, and the long hours spent on the internet or trying and keeping his chair while his colleagues are fired,

   We have,

   in countries like India, China, Pakistan, 10 engineers working hard, 60-70 hours a week, sharing the information within their entreprise, belonging to a group of workers, a society, where everyone is provided with the opportunity to work, and believe in the sanity of common wealth.

    ==> A society being a group sharing an aim that has been discussed and chosed together, or that members have accepted as their, High societies playing the Mask of the Red Death are engaged on a path leading to bankroute.

   3 How did we reach high spheres ?

  Our fathers, and their fathers before them shared the idea that living together and building the place where liberty would benefit the maximum of people was the aim and retribution of their lives. No sacred book, no holy scrolls let a single line about workers that would ask for reward before having done the job they were to.

     "How much ?" is not the question. The question is "Why ?"

   "Why are we, together, a nation ?"

   "Why do we believe in tomorrow?"

   "Why don't we fear the darkness ?"

  Near your heart, is your wallet, and inside it, you might find a paper with the answer to those questions. Like millions of neighbours, citizens, fellows unknown, and even foreigners abroad. Its value is the link that unites us beyond our differences.

Virtual Money has wiped the mark.

Holidays times haunting ang remembering each of us as crossroads or timeknots of the common soul. Seating in my chair, having a coffee, or two. Listening to that tune.  One of his favorite. Became mine. As a favor of the skies. Transmission. And here and now, he's not far, even less than then, and I can exactly read in the wrinkles of his smiling eyes how much he wished to give me in the hour he was flooding those words. Words beyond. Words from behind. Words he might have created on his own. That was part of him . My uncle. The man I love. Not big nor strong. But certainly the one that came my way. "My boy", he said. For I was not his lad nor his nephew."Boy". It was his word. For me. And I much appreciated hearing him calling me by this simple but so familiar sound. And the lips of his,  I necessary have to write here, the many of the lips he had and how prolix he was using his multitude of mouth expressions that quite immediatly changed his face to  the one of an Indian divinity. "I don't think that the saying : Power absolutely corrupting is accurate." And he marked a silence searching in the deep of my soul through the pupils of my wild eyes, the auditor he addressed to through the maze of time. "Power attracts the corruptible" . And that was the point he took us to. Not that he was fond of Scottish creatures haunting loch. Not that he's been sent to a garrisson in New Orleans. Simply , the observation, the feeling of a man , daily listening to the heart of creation pulsing in every corner of our cities.

Nowadays, pouring me a glass of boiled marsh, I get out of those eyes to his. And  I wonder about leading. What is a leader of men if his ears and eyes can't just show him what is, what should be heard and understood. Chinese people, had an emperor. The first they had, named Qin Shi Huang. Mighty powerful, but soon dismissed by the skies for his behavior was absolutely betraying the very reason why he has accessed to his mandate. Ovid told us how leaders struggle to keep the horses under their control while they're taking the carriage of State to higher destiny. Every man, shall keep this in sight. You're always under the sight of higher souls and the best to do is to acquire a conscience of those, so as to get to the harbour.  And this image takes me to the resounding chest of my uncle laughing. "Come on , my boy, don't be sad, he lead me by to the still, still waters".  Too thirsty. "And six" at the Canasta, adds he, while he laughs filling the void of space.