The Code

Once you know the code, you understand why people do what they do, and how best to appeal to their reptilian needs.
 
The code is the access to the structure of the forces that organize a culture; the way we think and function.
 
The code is like the combination of a safe’s lock. If you have all the numbers, but not the proper order, you cannot open the door.
 
Cultural codes are unconscious. Bringing the codes into awareness – decoding them – can illuminate people’s psyche and help explain why we are the way we are.
 
“Why people do what they do?  This is the aim of the system.”

QUAND LES CHOSES

Quand les choses me résistent. Elles tombent, se cachent, changent de place, pour que je ne les trouve pas. 

Quand les choses sont contre moi, il faut les écouter.
Elles ne sont pas contre moi, elles me parlent et, c’est à moi de les écouter. 
Pourquoi chercher ces vieilles chaussures qui te font mal aux pieds.
Pourquoi chercher des vieilles photos qui te font mal au cœur. Souvenirs d’un passé qui n’existe plus. 
Puis, brusquement une chose apparaît que je ne cherchais pas. Ce n’est pas un souvenir, c’est un devenir. Il faut remplacer les souvenirs par des DEVENIRS.
Nostalgiques sont ceux qui n’ont que des souvenirs. 
Impatients sont ceux qui ont des devenirs, des portes qu’il faut ouvrir, des directions qu’il faut prendre et ne jamais rendre aux voleurs de devenir. 
Quand les choses me résistent elles me parlent d’un passé qui‘il faut fuir.
Quand les choses se manifestent d’elles-mêmes sans que je les cherche, elles me parlent d’un devenir qu’il faut suivre comme un fil d’ariane pour trouver ma nouvelle vie.
Quand les choses…
 
Quand les choses me résistent, comme un cheval avant l’obstacle, c’est qu’elles se rassemblent pour mieux sauter.
Quand les choses me parlent, il faut toujours les écouter. 
 
Je ne possède pas mes choses, elles m’ont choisi. 
Ce sont mes anges gardien
qui m’indiquent le chemin
de mes demains 
Incertains.

The Wisdom of Scars

« Show me your scars. » 
This is the question asked when you arrive in heaven.
If you don’t have any, you must return to earth.
 
Make a list of your scars.
Own them; they are you.
How they transformed you is what matters.

Born in 1715

I was born in 1715 when Louis XIV died at the beginning of the 18th century. That makes me 309 years old. 

I still have all my head. My body follows but complains once in a while. 

In the past, we had armor. Now, we have exoskeleton avatars and artificial intelligence.

I can’t wait to enter the next century/world of Quantum.

To be anywhere, everywhere, all the time, all at once. 

It looks as if our old scientific reality is an illusion.

I love people who look for the truth; I am very suspicious of people who say they found it.

Choose Life

I don’t want a long, healthy, boring life. 

No Gluten

No Fat 

No Meat 

No Sugar 

The above all means No Taste

No Cigars 

No Whiskey 

No Sex Please, We’re British (a play written by Alistair Foot and Anthony Marriott, which premiered at the Strand in London)

It all means NO LIFE!

Some people are dead; we just forgot to tell them.

Why do you want to live longer if your life is boring, with no fun, pleasure, sugar, gluten…, or taste? 

When your life is exciting, you cannot die.

When your life is boring, you are already dead. 

Death is an attitude. Happy is a choice.

A friend of mine was enjoying a great life. Three girlfriends, whiskey and cigars, a lot of food, a lot of sex, but he was overweight. So he went to see his doctor. 

Jim, you cannot keep living this way. You are going to die. You have to change your lifestyle; you must exercise, follow a diet, no alcohol, no cigars, lose weight, go down to one girlfriend, don’t stay up all night dancing and drinking, and go to bed at nine. 

Okay, Doc. I will.

He followed all the rules imposed by his doctor. 

He became skinny, healthy, and sober. 

He had a beautiful waistline and beautiful skin. 

A few days later, he was hit by a truck and died.

The doctor was right when he said, «You are going to die.»

Choose life!

We are all going to die … anyway!

So let’s have a beautiful, sexy, unhealthy Rye Manhattan and enjoy life. 

Life is too good.

I don’t have time to die!