Pensées comme vous voulez:
"Je veux bien croire que la peur tue, que la culpabilité tue, que le
silence tue, mais je ne peux pas croire qu'on meure d’avoir regardé la
souffrance en face. Moi, en tout cas, je ne suis pas morte. Et avant que
la colère, la colère que nul ne m'a prise, ne se retire de ma plage
intérieure, avant que la colère ne laissant derrière elle qu'une vague
nausée qui ne me brûlera plus que le fond de la gorge, ne déserte mes
rochers, mes algues et mes galets, et que ne demeurent sur le sable
retourné et humide de ma conscience que quelques crabes inertes aux
corps transparents que des mouettes affamées auront déjà évidés de leur
bec, je me mettrai à écrire. Car derrière les paravents, même s'il n'y a
plus rien, même si le temps a tant passé qu'il ne reste que des cendres
emportées par le vent ou par les flots dans le courant de la Seine,
même si les souvenirs sont si anciens que seuls les paravents leur
tenaient lieu de réalité, il y aura toujours quelque chose à inventer.
Après tout, la pensée a horreur du vide."
Après tout, la pensée a horreur du vide."
La passerelle qui dit NON
"Les enfants, ça ne doit pas mourir avant les parents. Dans une société
idéale, on ne devrait mourir que lorsqu’on a fini de vivre."
Les masques tombent
Petite pensée humide pour le bateau qui n'en finit pas de se la couler douce et qui plait tellement ainsi
au promeneur sponsorisé par l'office de tourisme...
The Very You
"Consciousness is not your essence. It flickers. It shuts down. It depends on conditions. What does not flicker is the drive of persistence embedded in the organism itself. Not in the ego. Not in narrative. Not in psychology. In the body as a self-maintaining system. Chemistry, feedback loops, homeostasis, repair. If that drive stopped, there would be no question, no despair, no choice just disappearance. Most organisms would vanish instantly without it.
This is close to Schopenhauer. The “will” in you is not a thought. It is not conscious. It does not ask whether life is worth it. It operates. And it operates whether you approve or not. Sleep does not interrupt it. Depression does not interrupt it. Even the wish “not to live” does not interrupt it, unless the body itself collapses.
Life here is not something most of us would prefer to choose. It matters because it destroys a very common lie, the idea that being alive is the result of consent, affirmation, or meaning. It isn’t. Life did not ask you. And it does not wait for your agreement. Preference enters very late, and very weakly.
So when I say that without this will to persist I would choose not to live, you’re pointing at a brutal asymmetry. The “choice” to live only exists because the will already keeps the system running. The moment the will disappears, the chooser disappears with it. That’s why the fantasy of “choosing not to be” is always parasitic on what it denies.
This is also where a lot of spiritual and therapeutic talk becomes dishonest. They speak as if consciousness could opt out, dissolve, rest, or merge while quietly relying on the body’s blind persistence to keep the experiment going. People talk nonsense about “dissolving into the void” knowing that their bodies are working overtime to keep them alive. That’s not liberation; that’s borrowing credit from biology while pretending it’s insight.
What is your essence, then? Not consciousness, not meaning, not values. The essence is constraint, a self-organizing process that continues unless forcibly stopped, without asking whether continuation is justified. That’s not noble. It’s not tragic either. It’s simply how life works.
Recognizing this does not obligate you to love life, justify life, or “say yes” to anything. It only removes the lie that you are here because you chose to be, or because consciousness decided something. You’re here because something older, dumber, and stronger than consciousness is operating through you.
You are not alive because you want to be; you can want anything only because life is already insisting."
"Consciousness is not your essence. It flickers. It shuts down. It depends on conditions. What does not flicker is the drive of persistence embedded in the organism itself. Not in the ego. Not in narrative. Not in psychology. In the body as a self-maintaining system. Chemistry, feedback loops, homeostasis, repair. If that drive stopped, there would be no question, no despair, no choice just disappearance. Most organisms would vanish instantly without it.
This is close to Schopenhauer. The “will” in you is not a thought. It is not conscious. It does not ask whether life is worth it. It operates. And it operates whether you approve or not. Sleep does not interrupt it. Depression does not interrupt it. Even the wish “not to live” does not interrupt it, unless the body itself collapses.
Life here is not something most of us would prefer to choose. It matters because it destroys a very common lie, the idea that being alive is the result of consent, affirmation, or meaning. It isn’t. Life did not ask you. And it does not wait for your agreement. Preference enters very late, and very weakly.
So when I say that without this will to persist I would choose not to live, you’re pointing at a brutal asymmetry. The “choice” to live only exists because the will already keeps the system running. The moment the will disappears, the chooser disappears with it. That’s why the fantasy of “choosing not to be” is always parasitic on what it denies.
This is also where a lot of spiritual and therapeutic talk becomes dishonest. They speak as if consciousness could opt out, dissolve, rest, or merge while quietly relying on the body’s blind persistence to keep the experiment going. People talk nonsense about “dissolving into the void” knowing that their bodies are working overtime to keep them alive. That’s not liberation; that’s borrowing credit from biology while pretending it’s insight.
What is your essence, then? Not consciousness, not meaning, not values. The essence is constraint, a self-organizing process that continues unless forcibly stopped, without asking whether continuation is justified. That’s not noble. It’s not tragic either. It’s simply how life works.
Recognizing this does not obligate you to love life, justify life, or “say yes” to anything. It only removes the lie that you are here because you chose to be, or because consciousness decided something. You’re here because something older, dumber, and stronger than consciousness is operating through you.
You are not alive because you want to be; you can want anything only because life is already insisting."
source: "Soul Bosa Nova"
Détective de saison essayant vainement de faire bouillir sa marmite
Lamanage et barbotage sont les deux mamelles du badinage portuaire
"La paresse au XXIe siècle c'est avoir du temps pour s'occuper de soi,
des autres, de la planète : c'est se préoccuper enfin des choses
essentielles à la bonne marche d'une société. C'est renoncer à
l'individualisme, à l'égoïsme, à la destruction méthodique de notre
planète. C'est ouvrir un espace ; des espaces. C'est se poser. Et même
se re-poser : se poser à nouveau, chaque jour, la question de ce qu'on
est, de ce qu'on veut faire, de ce qu'on doit faire. Ne plus être un
robot allant travailler, s'usant la semaine pour dépenser son fric une
fois le week-end venu, en drogues de toutes sortes (numériques,
chimiques, matérielles, culturelles, peu importe, ce sont autant de
misérables voyages consuméristes) : on ne rattrape rien en dépensant
l'argent qu'on a gagné en étant privé de sa vie. C'est déja trop tard.
On n'a qu'une vie : celle que vous êtes en train de vivre, là,
aujourd'hui, maintenant. Ce n'est pas un brouillon, ce n'est pas une
esquisse. C'est votre vie : vous ne pouvez pas perdre votre temps pour
la gagner. Il est temps de la vivre."
Hadrien Klent
