This blog does not want to surf the news to generate the hearing,  make money, get fame, but simply bounce off an event   local, national, international, space to go in search of information. Lighting  can be distant in time but timeless in that it provides light, a symbol, a myth that is neither the time nor the space of the thing dealt with and that awakens us to the universal, a man who in his time has to be by his actions or his words a spine, for our world, always in search of a new paradigm.

This blog  is not intended to make sense, since the meaning is not given but is looking to be a researcher ... meaning is not easy,  because the path is labyrinthine.

To identify and avoid getting lost in the maze that is our civilization to its sun,  it is necessary to have a large tree on which to climb and  benchmarks, referents.

Somehow, we need to be the minnows of our children's stories, climb a giant to look far to meet the ogre without being eaten, but also and above all, have these stones, crystals in to return to the corner, a rich treasure to his questioning.

It is not given at all, Odysseus knows something, to have to Ariana, who by his wire, but at what cost to her,  takes us outside the cave to breathe in the open .  Our world, or rule the algorithm is not silent, it is pressed, gives us much to think we shook.

Has become rare in our time and multiplying our space is cluttered with our over-consumption, the inner silence has become a challenge. If our mind is asked to stay in the race and not be exceeded only seek  to understand, is on the big screen, the canvas of the net or on the vellum of the book, a source of exhaustion and bewilderment. The multiplicity, multiplies, the buzz that lasts for the moment we lost the head and give up our foundation.

This blog  through its pages, its articles have no other worries than to rise to the surface, although the stones buried underground in order to bring out what prevents us at times to harvest. This desire is not intended to plot or scream conspiracy but simply to make clear and topsoil  before we invent some seeds n'ensemencent more, all for our happiness or security of our assets. Seeds can grow anywhere, but sterility, deprive us forever of this freedom that we have to grow and grow, by sharing our realizations up by aggregation in the absence of egregore, change the world .

Some, we hear them coming around the corner, decorated with the best intentions,  we prepare, given the urgency of our civilization that rushes into stunning, one planetary government,  economic or ecological. It is therefore urgent, not cry wolf, but that we stop time. Downtime, not to return to the time of the cathedrals, but to raise our eyes to what is timeless to give us the space to which we aspire.

Do not let any government,  the task of aggregating our lives to the best of both worlds!

On our way, and with the humility that is appropriate, we hope that our blog will become in the course of his articles and contributions, a dome  offered to pilgrims, our telescope is installed close to Cluny, a place in its time shod boots 7 leagues to offer the world the rule of St Benedict  and draw Europe ...

Our blog has no other ambitions than to feed the events put within his reach, to develop a painting through our time, our daily consummation of our fears erected in front of those dogmas which have the skin hard, good intentions that make us go straight into the wall ... it will also bite the apple, to inspect the caves of  Plato to point a telescope on the wars in the form of crusades that hide their good intentions, oxymorons any kind that put us in chiaroscuro, the duties of interference, become by dint of insistence, the right of some people who under the guise of humanity and democracy bullied, absorb the differences to defend a sacred safe!

The Blog will develop most often sailing for air fills the beauty, strength and wisdom,  swelling of universal harmony,  he will sail for an island between the sky and water, to look  at the dawn of every morning of the world, the light that drives out the darkness, our night of nights will not be well-deserved rest but the light of a full moon.

Gullivers