Tradition serves to remember

Tradition requires permanent conversion. Tradition is no picnic! Tradition requires constant effort. And even the most important effort: not to forget. Tradition is about not forgetting and requires a repeated effort to remember. It cannot exist otherwise than by this back and forth movement between the meaning it gives and the understanding of this meaning through its actuality.

The will alone or the will alone

Antigone knows that man should not believe in his will alone. There too it is a question of power which swells with its pride. The will alone is perverted, it is corrupted, withered and proud. The will alone, or the will alone which often accompanies it, invests space as soon as a superior power, authority, is forgotten. All those who act in politics without referring to a superior force are mistaken. It is a lesson from Antigone, one of the laws forgotten by Creon that she restores and recalls.

Now is not the time for governments to last

The future Pius IX, still a cardinal, responding to the Emperor Napoleon III, said this: "Sire, when great politicians like your Majesty object to me that the time has not come, I have only to bow because I am not a big politician. But I am a bishop, and as a bishop I answer them: hasn't the time come for Jesus Christ to reign? Well ! So now is not the time for governments to last. »

Claude Bruaire

Pain designates the "negative" sensation in the aggression that affects being by the body. The word is used for localized aggression, in variable liveliness, reserving "suffering" to the test of all the being, reached in its depth, in its personal being.

An ethics for medicine. From medical liability to moral obligation . Editions Fayard.

Diversity (continued)

… Sounge i felibre esteba… I'm thinking of the Félibres… It's characteristic of the good artisans of the Divers, to turn it over like this end for end. Would it ever be achieved? It is ruin, death. It is always reborn: suddenly behind, when in front you hold out your arms to it.

However, there, Boissière writes: The Buddha, Cemetery of Annam, etc.

In 96, a year before his death, admirable verses of reverse exoticism:

Today, tired of waiting for the kiss of the Sirens — My weary Flesh returns to the native village — where the echo of the world still fascinates me...

Over there, wandering, smoke twists: They are old desires , old sins that burn….

Victor Segalen, Essay on Exoticism, An Aesthetics of Diversity , Editions Fata Morgana.

Diversity

I do not know, if like me, to hear the word diversity (which replaced the word other ) causes you a beginning of nausea. Victor Segalen is an author who acts as a remedy for this high-heart.

Fine example that Jules Boissière who, Provençal, felibre, wrote his most beautiful felibrian verses in Hanoi.

Here is the real diversity, which plunges into itself to welcome the other. But to dive into itself, it is still necessary that there is a self! The speeches of politicians who have only the word diversity in the mouth push a big void in front of them and wave it with all the more audacity as they try to convince and convince themselves, but they have lost its knowledge and violent it as soon as they pronounce its name.

It is only possible to speak of diversity by listening to yourself, your intimate being. This is what it means to be sensitive to the various. Those who are full of various without fulfilling this effort are only naive "creolizing" or disguised globalists.

Victor Segalen, Essay on exoticism, an aesthetic of diversity. Editions Fata Morgana.

Craftsman's Prayer

Monastic prayer of the 12th century
teach me, Lord, to use the time you give me to work ...
Teach me to unite the haste and slowness, serenity and fervor, zeal and peace. Help me at the start of the book. Help me at the heart of the work ... and above all fill the voids of my work yourself: Lord, in all work of my hands leave a grace of you to talk to others and a defect of me to talk to myself.

Keep the hope of perfection in me, otherwise I would lose heart. Keep me in the helplessness of perfection, otherwise I would get lost in pride ...

Lord, never let me forget that all work is empty except where there is love ...

Lord, teach me to pray with my hands, my arms and all my strength. Remind me that the work of my hands belongs to you and that it belongs to me to give it back to you by giving it ... that if I do to please others, like the flower of the grass I will fad in the evening. But if I do for the love of good, I will remain in good. And the time to do well and your glory is immediately.

Amen