My god, I believe that you are present in the Most Blessed Sacrament. I love you above all things, and my soul longs for you, since I cannot now receive you in the Blessed Sacrament. Come at least in a spiritual way into my heart. I embrace you as if you were in me and I unite myself entirely to vous. O do not let me ever have the misfortune to separate myself from you. O Jesus, my sovereign good and my sweet love, wound and inflame my heart so that it always burns with your love.
Travelogue
Spiritual communion according to Saint Alfonso de Liguori
My god, I believe that you are present in the Most Blessed Sacrament. I love you above all things, and my soul longs for you.
Since I cannot now receive you in the Blessed Sacrament, come at least in a spiritual way into my heart. I embrace you as if you were inside me and I unite myself entirely to you.
Oh !
don't let me ever have the misfortune to separate myself from you. O Jesus! my sovereign good and my sweet love, wound and inflame my heart so that it always burns with your love.
François Lagarde, Ernst Jünger's photographer
In the middle of a dragging Saturday morning, the telephone rang, an already well-known voice was heard speaking impeccable French with a delicious Germanic accent: "Mon lieutenant, do you think he's possible to invite a friend, François Lagarde, to the festivities? I replied that it was no problem and my interlocutor hung up the phone in a flash as he was used to. I had met Ernst Jünger for the first time three weeks before. He called me for some time to come and with a certain deference, my lieutenant. I had realized a dream when I met him in Wilflingen, he had received me with a kindness that again had almost upset me and he had assured me of his presence for the show that we were preparing at the rear base for the return of the troops from Operation Daguet in Iraq in Nîmes. But I did not know François Lagarde, of whom the German writer spoke to me, and I had felt from the sound of his voice that it was a wish that was close to his heart. He told me that he lived in Montpellier and that he would come by his own means… Shortly after, I received another call, this time from François Lagarde who came on the phone and told me he was a photographer.
Francois Lagarde had a soft voice and I never heard him raise it. At all times, in all circumstances, he remained master of himself and it did not seem like an effort. He had that soft, questioning voice whose questioning served as much to discover as to confirm. François had a real gentleness, which was not feigned, but he was also inhabited by a certain ferocity that I attributed to the double emancipation he was convinced he had achieved: emancipation from his environment and emancipation from all forms of limits like the people who turned twenty in 1968. François was Protestant to the very core of himself. He refused this condition and therefore boasted of having gotten rid of it, of no longer carrying the weight of his two pastor parents, but he continued to struggle, and in his heart of hearts, I always thought he was aware, even if he acted like someone who had won the bet, that the fight would still be with him. So he got rid of his Protestantism by dressing it up with a Fellini side, in search of the slightest bit of pure life, of Dionysian life, of an orgy of life… It was his agony. He never shied away from it. There is something terrible in seeing a man retain only gray, dull colors from childhood… No childish joy comes to counterbalance this feeling. If everything is a question of perspective in life, joy should always be the perspective of childhood, because the joy felt fully in a pure soul will always seem stronger than the vagaries of adult life. Time often accustoms us to our own hypocrisy. And we take that habit for a win. François Lagarde exalted an unfailing complexity. It was hard not to like him. He was impulsive, always curious and adorned with a genuinely Catholic joy. He wouldn't have liked me to give him a Catholic quality, but he would have been flattered, without admitting it of course.
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Prayer to the Virgin Mary by Max Jacob
Praise to this little country girl,
Who deserved to be the mother of God!
It seems to me that she was born in Brittany
And that she lived there before my eyes….
She is the only one.
She is greeted by Gabriel;
She deserves it :
That's why God is on her.
He is in her, he is around her;
He is her husband, her son, her father;
She is his nurse and his mother;
She is his queen, he is her king.
Unique Virgin, watch over me.
Be yourself
Being oneself is never a habit, identity is a search and an affirmation, a permanent enantiodromos, like a state of siege. Who am I ? Where am I going ? You have to constantly question yourself and explore the mystery of life, but caparisoned with what you know about yourself and with the world's self-agreement, that is to say that there are some certainties, there cannot be nothing.
The Revolutionary and Forgiveness
The revolutionary has no appetite for forgiveness, because he hates the gift which seems suspicious to him and the other with which he could have sealed the future.
For the revolutionary, moved by envy, the only form of forgiveness that is specific to him passes through the humiliation or the death of his opponent in order to celebrate his deserved victory over a rich person.
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. »
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”.