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.
Author: Emmanuel L. Di Rossetti
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. »
Marie Lataste in 1843
Jesus Christ said to Marie Lataste during the vision she had in 1843: “the first king, the first sovereign of France, is me! I am the master of all peoples, of all nations, of all empires, of all dominations. I am particularly the master of France”.
Claude Bruaire
Pain designates the “negative” sensation in the aggression that affects the being by the body. We use the word for localized aggression, in variable vivacity, reserving “suffering” for the test of the whole being, reached in its depth, in its personal being.
An ethics for medicine. From medical liability to moral obligation . Editions Fayard.
Poetry by Philippe MacLeod
There is no greater vertigo than your exposed face (…). It is there, at the edge of this barely half-opened abyss, that we discover how close the flesh is to the soul.
Advance in deep life , Ad Solem Editions.
Our secret, a mystery
We have our secret, which we first make a mystery to ourselves.
Marcel Jouhandeau, in Elements for an Ethics . Editions Grasset.
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 don't know, if like me, hearing the word diversity (which has replaced the word Other ) causes you to start feeling nauseous. Victor Segalen is an author who acts as a remedy for this gagging.
Fine example that Jules Boissière who, Provençal, felibre, wrote his most beautiful felibrian verses in Hanoi.
Here is the diversity, which plunges into itself to welcome the other. The speeches of politicians who only have the word diversity in their mouths push a great void in front of them and shake it all the more audaciously as they try to convince and convince themselves, but they have lost their conscience that they denature and violate it as soon as they pronounce its name.
It is only possible to speak of diversity by listening to oneself, to one's intimate being. This is what it means to be sensitive to diversity. Those who gorge themselves on diversions without making this effort are only internationalists in disguise.
Victor Segalen, Essay on exoticism, an aesthetic of diversity. Editions Fata Morgana.
Craftsman's Prayer
12th century monastic prayer
Teach me, Lord, to use the time you give me to work well…
Teach me to unite haste and slowness, serenity and fervor, zeal and peace. Help me at the start of the work. Help me in the heart of the work… And above all fill up the gaps in my work yourself: Lord, in all the work of my hands leave a grace from You to speak to others and a defect from me to speak myself.Keep in me the hope of perfection, otherwise I would lose heart. Keep me in the impotence of perfection, otherwise I would lose myself 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 is up to me to give it back to you… That if I do to please others, like the flower of the grass I will wither in the evening. But if I do for the sake of good, I will remain in good. And the time to do well and to your glory is now.
Amen
Antigone, rebellious and intimate (7/7. Love)
7th and last part: Love
Antigone's desire is family, she does not want to leave her brother unburied; Creon, he wants to assert himself as king and show his power. Antigone favors family ties that embody love and reveal a being. Creon establishes his power by signing an act of law which must establish his authority. The same word characterizes their action: desire. But desire does not recognize desire in the other, one might believe, especially if one is tempted to worship desire for itself, that desire dubs any desire it encounters. Between Creon and Antigone, it is the measure of the desires that counts. Face to face, Antigone and Creon will increase the measure of their desires to the adversity they encounter. But is the source of Antigone's desire still understandable today? Indeed, Antigone's desire, this desire which is based on justice, justice done and returned to the remains of her brother and to the gods, this desire takes on its full meaning, because it is communal, it is part of a city and in a family, reduced vision of the city, and in a belief, Antigone leans against the gods to challenge Creon. Antigone does not express a personal desire, she defends an eternal law, she defends her duty to say it, to claim it before any power that thinks itself above her. Since when do we no longer hear anyone standing up in the public space to claim their duty at the cost of their life? The worst ? We have become accustomed to this silence, this resignation, the transcendental laws no longer tell us much, so nothing comes to overhang and therefore correct the laws which pass in front of us and encircle us like rubbish in a stream of water. The communities that fortified the individual within a space that protected him and allowed him to grow were shattered. The individual now looks like a crazy electron who can only build himself up from gusts of wind that constantly exhaust him and confuse him and erase even the taste for the meaning to be given to his life. Social life is based on law and law alone, but in a place without geography made up of people above ground, all rights are equal and crushed in an odious shambles. Creon has the power. Antigone is the daughter of Oedipus. At a time when it is no longer a question of having, of possessing, of acquiring, Antigone weighs—since it is necessary to evaluate—very little. The methodical destruction of all metaphysics is akin to a crime against humanity. Perhaps the greatest the world has ever known. Since with one click, I can acquire everything, I only need to know my desire to satisfy it. We also understand that this individual desire that nothing protects from his appetite accepts no limits and especially not those set by others; then comes into play envy, debased, debased desire.
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