vendredi 30 septembre 2011

Dans la boîte

Lofoten – montagnes acérées, fjords échancrés, silence des lacs dont on ne sait de quel côté de leur surface est la réalité.

Parfois, le soleil perce le lourd plafond des nuages, la roche étincelle, la végétation d'automne s'embrase. Je ferme les yeux, cliquète de la langue : l'instant est gravé dans ma mémoire.














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8 commentaires:

  1. Anonyme30 septembre 2011 à 12:16

    Look at these colors-
    funny how something that can not think of and doesn't try to be beautiful just is by what it is- and how nice, and how lucky we are, that we can just watch it and inhale it's generousness.

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  2. Thomas30 septembre 2011 à 13:56

    Which leads to two thoughts:
    - can true beauty be built up, or does it only grow from the innermost essence of things/beings?
    [one chunk of ginger-chocolate]
    - I am less and less sure that those conscienceless things are not striving for beauty, that the finality of life is not somehow related to pure aestheticism... "Guardians of a thing that, when we disappear, lies".
    A thrilling feeling of preciousness, between fragility and permanence.
    Grateful I am.

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  3. Anonyme30 septembre 2011 à 16:10

    Which again leads to the following:
    - maybe true beauty is nothing that is build up but maybe everything is a priori beautiful and grows from there...
    [including ginger-chocolate]
    and
    - how can something conscienceless strive for something?

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  4. Thomas30 septembre 2011 à 16:50

    - I think it is more complicated as soon as it comes to artifacts...
    - Ask a competent scientist :) Or call it "non-utilitarianist evolution of species", or "unrational genetical development", or chance.
    Do you think that a little white and red rock cannot, without conscience, manage to get stuck between your toes in order to be carried away?

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  5. Anonyme30 septembre 2011 à 16:57

    - I think you're out of arguments
    - If I find one, I will. And "chance" by definition is something related to conscienceless which again excludes striving and results in the following:
    I think if a little white and red rock can get stuck between your toes in order to be carried away it is
    a) a matter of the size of the rock
    b) a matter of the size of your toes
    c) a matter of chance :)

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  6. Thomas30 septembre 2011 à 17:32

    Can't a tree strive for growing higher? Can't a fish strive for colder water?
    Can't a human being create a random display?

    So you think it could have been any other rock?
    Don't you think that "chance" is what we call what we are unable to explain, but that it doesn't involve meaninglessness?
    I think that they do try to be beautiful, and I agree that we are lucky for that.

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  7. Anonyme30 septembre 2011 à 17:49

    What is consciuosness, what is instinct?
    And wasn't the origin of talkign about striving- striving for beauty? So are colder waters = the beauty of the fish? Or Is beauty not something that is secondary resulting from single steps given by the instinct of a creature?

    I think there probably was a stone of the right size close to the right toes at the right moment. So yes and no- it could have been any other stone.

    And call it however you want or whereever it results from:
    In the end, beauty is what goes through your eyes, skin, ears, nose and mind- and reaches you, somewhere inside.

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  8. Anonyme3 novembre 2011 à 16:32

    hello tom

    are you back in France?
    we are in Romania - back on Sunday - really looking forward to seeing you soon...

    lots of love
    ben et the gang

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