The Bright Well

    On my way back home, my bag full of delicious sweets, I heard a woman hail me:  "Hey, the gentleman  from  Phaleron!".  It is  to be understood, that we, she and I, though we never met before, share a common essence, a weird nature, as people usually say about our condition. She and I, are both pleased to talk with strangers we meet. To be said, her homeland sits next to mine, she could be my mother, she drunk the same waters, explored the same tunnels network under the hills, and loves playing with a great spoon in the boiling cauldron. She could be my mother for she has a boy who is quite as old as I am,  and lives in Barcelona, loves bicycles and  is also  fond of plays.
   What is it, she's doing here and now, on my land, outside the City? She says, in a paper, it's written, "That night, will be gathering the talers of the neighborhood". And if I'm not aware about it, it's certainly that  I  am  currently dealing with other  games and spells from the outer-world.
    She's lovable but in a manner different from young ladies, because she mostly seems more similar to a fairy met months before, in an old flat where lies a white owl. It's funny, her ways, the typical reaction, the way she's playing. She's playing the noble instrument, and we together, on the steps of the church, are dancing and leaping like people of the land. And from Brittany, with golden shores, from Essonnes with miracle springs, from Ancient poets, we share the mixture, chili cocktail, giving our cheeks the reddish color of suntanned children.
   Tonight is our, beyond the borders of time, bodies and limes. The moon is full,  and from each corner of the compass are coming blowing winds, inside the garden of Blaise.

    Interesting Times we're living, for we are now involved in a new area, when technology and its hi-tech tools enable many a single mind to assimilate the precious teachings of philosophy and religions at the same time. But never, we shall make this mistake, that original sin, being arrogant or full of ourselves, having that childish thought in mind: Human is the center of Creation.
    No, he's not.
   Human was given love to understand, create and protect the Creation: everything is here, since the beginning of time, waiting for a friendly hand to get the fruits, the vegetables, the fishes and the birds.
    The key word is Harmony. The silent darkness talk: Uniformity.
    Harmony needs differences, multiplicity and unknown forms for they are the elements of the primary alchemy, we call: Life. Creation is not a store and life is not to be cut into parts for boxes within tables or shelves: life is far beyond the four dimensions. So, as the Internet, wonderful net  on the blue planet, let human understand, laws of frontiers, borders and time have been abolished: cultural spring is here and now, and in every spot of the universe. It implies that for the first time in History, more than singular mind can access the whole world connection.
    Long before and for ever, life is more than an internet and living in harmony with life means accessing to any point of the universe, any brain, any cell for they are the expression of a unique body, a unique soul.
    Of course it's impressive, of course it's marvelous, when all your thoughts are shared with the rest of the world and nobody can hide, for it's a time of communication with the fraternity of living forms.
    Interesting Times when differences are feared but still  remain the most improbable strength of the Creation.

    Mythologies around the world gave different explanations of the first act of the creation of the Universe and its atoms. Beyond religion, philosophy or fantasy, the scientists have explored through their binoculars, microscopes and telescopes, all lenses, what seems to be the largest and smallest parts of the whole Creation. But still stands the question with its giant question mark: the origins of matter, physically talking but also in relation with time. Matter is always changing, muting, appearing and vanishing without an explanation about its  source.
    May that be some stone emerging from primordial waters, in Ancient Egypt, a god breaking the egg he inhabits, in China, the separation of sea and skies, in Ancient testament, the very beginning is always related to the expression of a will. A will is manifesting, a will is migrating from a invisible state to a material estate, opening a door to a scientific field still not explored: matter creation and links between mind and matter. Where does, we commonly call, the soul, the spirit, the mind reside? And if as atheists suppose, it is  only a matter of electricity inside the brain with its grey cells, no answer is brought to the reason why matter appeared, what was or is before it, and what was, is, or will be after.
    What we could call a "Psyonic field"  would be a new field of science investigation revealing connections between mind and matter, considered as an observable or reproducible phenomenon, not simply a superstition or a hazardous result of uncontrolled facts.
    Since where there's a will , there's also a way , it seems easy to realize that there is a powerful link between our thoughts and wishes and our implication in the "real" world, but excluded the projects of man kind, what is the project of life itself. What is life, excepted its manifestation : alive or dead? Where does it come from?
    Many questions, lot of answers, and with their knowledge different forms of life.

    "What If" is a really great expression, I especially appreciate since a few months, for it's more than a way to introduce a proposal, more than simply giving a hand to some friend or partner in a gentle manner. What if we have a coffee, american blend i guess? What if I pay you an ale, a lager, a glass of little green fairy (give me five, T-L)? Lot of proposals, lot of friends, so kind and gentle when the day ends and it's time for a cold beverage or some bitter pancake. What if we go to Chateau d'Eau and have some cola nut?
    In fact you never know, is it just an invitation to forbidden pleasures or a golden key given to the heavenly kingdom above the hellish realms of lust and compassion. What if you don't know? Please accept this gift of mine and come on the silky bed for a dragon hunt between two burning sisters of Mercy.  What if you were I and I were you? These two words have a marvelous potential, like an hocus pocus, a magical spell, some witch hair you can use whenever you like to evoke whatever clouds you like over the burning soils of human relationships.
      What if I give you some name of yours , what if I were insolent and you were polite, what if we fall in our troubled glasses in quest of an invisible net?
    What if we were horses, what if we were rabbits, what if we were trees?
    What If?

    What shall we hear when people talk everywhere about intelligence with a great satisfaction for their own mind, showing others that they may know or handle things you just cannot imagine or tell about? Socrates told his followers that being aware that we never knew anything was the first sight of an emerging intelligence.  Revered geniuses of the Human kind are known to be simple men, friendly and loving ones far from arrogance and oppressing will. So, Intelligence shall be defined as the capacity for a mind ( personal or common) to get in touch with whatever subject as white as a picture canvas and in the same time holding a numerous ocean of questions so as to understand in the best way what is encountered.
    One thing to be understood first, and never forgotten: our senses always let us see some appearances, never the heart or the inner mechanic of a process (living or mechanical), with the result that our experience and analogy are our most precious tools to get nearer to the subject we're observing. Intelligence's purpose is to understand a phenomenon, to be able to create a model and projections or prospectives that will enable you interact with it in a manner you will  judge pleasant.
     Understood, that you'll never be able to see a cancer mining your cells or skeleton desegregate since you're always preoccupied by external images, colors and sensations. What's cooking inside? What's on the other side of the mirror?
    Answer can be given by the only tool we got, is called love. When we love anything, we are always looking for the bright side of it and we're always trying and get involved in a common project. When love is missing, fear, like an invisible red plague is passing the wall of any fortified abbey, poor fishnet curtains, and doing its inner job.
    What is the key to intelligence? Melange, melting, passionate association without fear of losing one's self.
    Irony shall never be used to hurt but help people get better.  Someone pretended being superior to another, without speaking the other's language or knowing anything about him, only because he and friends had decided so. Spartans dreamt of a world never to change where hilotes would always serve them as slaves.  From the day the Romans stopped having an open mind and always adding the discoveries of foreign provinces to their Latin culture for an absolute religion excluding others, they fell.
    Intelligence is a growing process, motivated by a loving curiosity for the Creation and all its forms, understood as the face of a unique lovable breath.