harbin

                Being a child is wonderful even if we're often repeated by adults that when we are old, or tall  we would live in  a different manner, they judge better for themselves and ourselves . That is not that it is  effectivly better, but maybe simply because they were banned from the childhood land or maybe because they never knew the secret happiness of childhood. it is the false impression they try an sell.
            Being a child is in no way being a youth, understand me.  Children don't matter ages, colors or visual distinctive signs. Children are beyond. What adults call, living in a cloudy world, or in foggy realms  to be  left so as to get into the so-well limited world of adults, is the proper way of childhood.
             Children don't look for old age adventures. The best  thing being tall might be good for,  would be to get the candies in the upper part of the cupboard, never miss the basket, and jump over the rivers.
             So what about adults? Once, they become the wise, hard hearted, unsensible beings, full of themselves and ready to rule the world, they're like  Lansquenets beating the drum, large braguette and espadon in hand while they're plugging and denying the name of the creator.
            Strenght has been, for a time, the way the universe went on. Once. A time gone. Of course,  adults claim there is no higher level, no spirituality, no magic, no miracle, excepted the result of their out-of-light work which is not dark but stricly, deeply engaged in sinister way,  the engeance of  an evil will.
             Why are children happy and laughing though adults try and prevent them to see the sky, using their skeleton shadows, because, seing well has never been a question of eyes. There are some many things and unrevealed unrealities a single language of adults could let them approach.     
            Now, the bell is ringing. Ernests! Fold your sheets!
           (this is a pueril game children are eager to, all around the world)

         Fidelity is not a Castrist doctrine that would have spread through out the world millenaries before. Fides is a question of Faith, of beliefs, that means a mutual trust that binds together in one different essences. If man is fidel to his creator, it is because his creator can and does believe in him.
       But what does Fidelity become in a world of men, used to double crossing, back stabbing, and parthian bows? It is a saying they have, that naive minds are lambs of the lords they love to bite with their wolves' or sharks' teeth. What a great mouth they have!
      On the other hand, how could it be otherwise for the simple reason that they just can't see or imagine the world with other eyes than theirs, observe the human kind with other glasses than the ones they've stolen? A famous Chinese writer tells us the funny story of these merchants bearings glasses on their noses not only for they needed it but also in a way to look like they have reached the level of the high spirits involved in society's fate. Anyway, it is obvious, that their acuity won't be meliorated by this punk habit, even if someone gone to the sea would have sold them this trick among thirty-six others.
         Why is mankind whoring and turning to the golden calf even in the very moment its creator is providing his rules on stone tables? Certainly because somewhere inside the chests of those men  hides the weirdest enemy their stubborn mind could not even represent and precisely, that dark soul sells every precious thought of theirs to be feeded with incense. It is a fact, men getting older try and become themselves idols, denying life and its forms the simple right to be. Senile minds want to be forever, and split any different thoughts .
      Sometimes, retired  in a not so far exile, they think they can handle destinies of humanity like they would do with puppets. But in the great desert, winds tell the tales of distant world and no breath and words escape the invisible net of the earth streams.
      Men engaged in infidelity are not to teach the world where righteouness stands. Fidelity is the expression of a higher will that nothing can stop. Behold...

    Two dimensions subjects, forms, are stricly talking restricted to their plan and two dimensions if they are not to move or change in any manner during a laps of time.
    Time is another dimension to be added and we should consider that a living form is engaged in this dimension. So a triangle or a square are existing in a two dimensions plan and enable to see only one dimension, the one of the plan they live in. Question is: in two dimensions, are reflections, light or sound possible if we are not considering time? No they're aren't. So two dimensions forms just can express themselves further than their own line of constitution. A square that would emit some sound or light would be breaking the rule of the two dimensions or, using some abilities to some superior dimensions without being aware of it. It would consider it's projecting something in the plan. And in return would be able to sense the other forms engaged in the same plan.
    Laborantines in their white dresses, would tell you, the best is always to come, when we add the intruder.
    So, once again, imagine a three dimensions object, evolving about a two dimensions plan. Light and sound can be emitted and reflected on its surface before they come to the contact of the two dimensions plan. Imagine a metallic sphere reflecting the light, approching a sheet in which are included forms. Before it gets in contact and even before it crosses the plan, its light and its presence is visible, it can be sensed. A foresign tells about its imminent irruption or presence.  And, more attractive, the two dimension plan reflecting on its surface seems like a folding area of curved space.
    Square and triangles can guess the presence of a sphere without noticing it,  really, only by the warmth or the cold of it.
    Now , in our world which is made of three dimensions where we are engaged in four dimensions lives, as commonly repeated, we might encounter some reflects, some lights or sounds which sources are not clearly established.
   If a fifth dimension object is about to enter our four dimensions, it might reflect or emit something that would be visible in our three dimensions world.  Considering  you'll always see one dimension lower than the number of dimension you're involved in  (the n-1 mathematicians love so much) superior dimensions being would only be revealed to you from the moment they decide it, or from the moment you read the foresigns of their actions.
  What is a fifth dimension being, a being which has the possibility to see and move to any place to any time its lower dimensions are connected to. From its origins to its end, that are not that distinguished in the fifth dimensions, since the world of fith is not linear but somehow origami like, a sheet of paper is always a sheet but its points might be connected since it's folded in a manner or another. And in the same time the form it  has is not its real form but the one its considering at a given moment  we're are choosing independtly of it own choices. A fifth is a polymorph being. There might be some improbable connections of points that originally are distant like two poles can be, and speaking of ends or extremities are nonsenses. 
  What can a fifth dimension being do in our three-four dimension world ? Well, it might be tricky, because its presence is simultaneously interacting with the continuity of our existence. A fifth being is able to interact with some part of your being you think forgotten in your past or not happened yet in your future. Fifth have the ability to read past and future from any point at the moment they are connected to this point. Truth is theirs and matter as well.
Again, the important question of relation between mind and matter is to be ... Think about it.

Bireactor jets were roaring on the TV set and a red circle, like a ballon was trying and focus on the canopy before a high note get out of the woofer: it was not long before my grey cells connected it to the famous title of the hit  movie of our college years. The hero was quite an arrogant fellow, a wild horse fighting with another ace of the patrol, a blond guy, refrigerator like, with the short brush hair that the waves love so much.  Once is good. Twice is better. They were not long to meet again one of those days of thunders,  big engines, once more roaring  in their hands. Nascar. I just cant remember their numbers.  Nineties were just about to begin.  And it  reminded me the  summer days in Britanny when Mickey, Phil and I used to go for a minigolf after dinner. Minigolf is a children game. Don't need any wood, a single iron could make it for the eighteen holes. It was furthermore interesting because it was after dinner and the light of the day was turning to the big orange halo making the silhouette of the tall pines turn to a dark papercut scene above us.  Mickey was protesting with his belgian accent, giving the little ball, myriads of nicknames we never heard before. Phil, for he was the kind of guy, girls are addicted to, used to laugh and to tell him jokes so as to make it easier. What was so important in this game? In fact, the loser should pay his fellowmen a bottle of Marie Brizard, that is a French Anisette, sweet syrup you drink on the rocks. The beverage is absolutly delicious and also terrible for your head because of the sugar it contains. On the other hand its anise and plants melange had something of a potion and it cures many diseases, excepted perhaps dipsomania golfers are often subject to .