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Jul 19
   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2006...

Recently reading a post in French by migrating miss lulu where she rightfully expressed puzzlement at hearing Zidane’s speech and the way he sort of justified his move in light of the provocation that preceded, I couldn’t quite agree with her conclusion.

I personally don’t think that the initial provocation and the reaction are equally evil, so for a friendly discussion’s sake, here’s my plea.

First of all, I must thank FIFA, Zidane, Materazzixm and football altogether for this great opportunity to practice my analytic view of the world, to flex my lazy humor muscles, to try and understand the actions of others and to actually use my few neurons for something else than the morning paper’s sudoku.

Granted, football isn’t the most intellectual of ‘em disciplines, but – even thought a lot of money is involved backstage – it’s still pretty much politic-free.

You see, football is tossed at us like a bone. « Go play and enjoy. » Exchange player cards, become an expert, analyze the teams, predict results, be a loud fan, express yourself. And forget that in almost all remaining areas of your life, you must shut up, follow and avoid thinking for yourself. When it comes to society and politics in particular, we are but slaves. Brainwashed, conditioned, manipulated. Our status isn’t that far from the human batteries of the Matrix.

Any way, back to our sheep (from the French « Revenons à nos moutons »). What Zidane was saying, I think, is that while we can’t excuse his own act, we should look deeper into the chain of events that caused it, as we should with everything else that happens in the world.

We address politics, wars, economy and our lives the way we address medicine: we try to cure symptoms regardless of the cause. And when one is sick, it’s too late to ignore the provocation of the virus and do nothing. We must react. When the aggression is violent enough, reaction is almost unavoidable. So why not try to prevent the attack in the first place?

All right. Reacting is bad. Zidane made a silly mistake. Period. But if we analyze any typical reaction a little further, we find that it is usually fast, dominated by emotions, often exaggerated, and rarely controlled. Does this justify reacting? No. But it humanizes it.

Let’s look at the provocation, now. Nothing fast there, in fact it is often planned long in advance. Emotions, if any, are deeply rooted and based on hatred and greed. Control is everything, it channels the provocation’s strength and guarantees its results. Provocation seeks but one thing, the devastating emotional response that will follow and grant whatever gain was needed. That, to me, is evil.

So if between the two I must choose, I will pick a reaction. Not to use it as an excuse but just because it’s the lesser of two weevils. And I will keep trying to grow beyond my reactions and upgrade them into actions. But until then, miss lulu, we are indeed still barbaric salvages.

Final note: And then one day, as individuals first and maybe even later as a race, maybe we shall finally evolve out of our aggressive nature and embrace Aikido’s philosophy which says that if someone attacks you, they have a problem and deserve your help with it. Aikido teaches harmony through a spontaneous use of energy to avoid conflict. Maybe our world is ready for a huge Aikido lesson. May the teachings of O-Sensei be heard and felt by all people as well as nations. We desperately need it. And don’t forget to bow when entering and leaving the world’s dojo...

 

2006-07-19 12:23 • Posted in Bits and pieces:

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  • 1 - Anonymous says:

    « Let us picture Bush saying softly to the Talibans or any other terrorist- type murderers :
    « Hey guys, you need help, we’re here for you ».
    Bush would never offer that and the terrorists would even less accept his help.
    They are warriors, they like war, they want war, they live for war... and what comes inevitably with it : money and power.
    Yes, you’re right, only in evolving as
    individuals will we ever be able to break this core-written pattern of violence and greed.
    Up to me, now, and to you, and you, and you...
    :-) »

  • 2 - NewYorkAngel says:

    « It’s so great to catch up with all the writing!
    ... Hmm, hello again and thanks for all the fish.. No, WRITING!! :-) »

  • 2.1 - Vince answers:

    « Hello angel, are you back online? :-) »

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Thick convoluted clouds were drawing menacing shapes in a meaningless sky. In a song an eagle soared away, along with hopes and promises. Nothing in the early morning seemed to make sense. The scene outside the window was an abstraction. A few tables to the left, a math student was transferring long strings of numbers from loose sheets to a computer, as if numbers could make sense of our lives.

The night had offered very little sleep and dawn had brought bad dreams. Now coffee was finally infusing some soothing warmth into icy waters. But with a newfound peace, the questions as always came in focus.

How does one leave glory behind to settle into an anonymous existence? Will the dreams of furious seas and raging storms ever stop recurring, so fantastic now that they are free of substance but terrible when they were a reality? Can skin ever forget the fierce assault of a tropical sun, the burning caress of bright sandy beaches and the friendly sting of salt water? Will the call of the deep ever fade away or will it forever haunt me, enticing me to find dark and cold places to jump into, and be weightless, and be alone, and be free?

Those depths where life hangs on a thread, intense and full of purpose, how I miss them now that my whole life revolves around down-to-Earth realities. Buying groceries. Finding a cheap place to stay downtown. Making ends meet.

There is nothing as melancholic as a battle lost. Except, maybe, a battle won.

 

2006-09-20 16:45 • Posted in Schtroumpfissime:

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  • 1 - Sigrid says:

    « I « think » when you miss places, lives or people, it’s good to do the meditation thing: you watch yourself missing it, you notice how you long for it, and then you let it go, and the observer is just that, an observer. Wonderful advice, which of course, i’m incapable of following! »

  • 2 - Anonymous says:

    « Or ask yourself : was I really happy, then ?
    Would I voluntarily choose to go
    back and live what I lived ?
    Is that what I really want, now, or do I only think I do ?
    ;-) »

  • 3 - Anonymous says:

    « and then, you can allow yourself to cry on your own shoulder.
    And then, and only then, you can start counting your blessings.
    That will take you a long time.
    Enjoy. »

  • 4 - Vince says:

    « Sigrid: I can do the observer thing endlessly, it works very well. When I’m balanced. But the haunting thoughts always catch me off guard, when I’m weak or unprepared or exposed. It takes a while to regain composure and that’s when they thrive, that’s all. It’s temporary. But these things, for better and for worse, I’ll miss forever.

    Anonymous: of course not, I wouldn’t necessarily choose to go back. It’s not the situation as a whole that I miss. But we’re talking about flash of pure, undiluted LIFE here. Moments of absolute perfection, like swimming 8 miles off shore, in 4000 feet of water, whith a pod of sperm whales... That’s what haunts me forever.

    Hehe, blog = couch? ;-) »

  • 5 - NewYorkangel says:

    « Je passe tellement par les mêmes phases et on connait tellement ces élans de nostalgie toi et moi (dont je ne sais pas toujours sortir pour ma part) que je n’ai aucun conseil à donner... Just moral support, if ever it can helps! »

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