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   Vintage! This is a random post. The year was 2007...

« All right, students, pay attention here. We can now show how the horse’s existence is governed by the Mounier - Quantum - Branching - SavetheTree - Noclimbing - FateisFaith - CounterParadox - FatFree Law. I’ll now distribute little pieces of the horse for you to place under your microscope; please don’t chew on them, we have limited supplies. Just kidding, class, stop screaming.

Now let me ask you a question: What did the valiant knight want above all?
A - To return to his Queen of Heart(s) with the true nature of the world?
B - To invade the magician’s castle and turn it into an attraction park, complete with haunted donjon and torture room? or
C - To ride his horse to the end of the world and jump off with a bungee cord attached to his saddle?

Anybody? No? The answer is A. So we can assume that the horse’s main fate branch followed the same path. He carried his valiant knight back to the Queen, in who’s stables he met a beautiful female Arabian horse and retired from the knight carrying business to create a family.

However, in accordance to the branching universe theory mentioned above, we can also speculate that the horse, at the crucial moment, also ran away, leaving his knight as unmounted as a hard drive. He’d had enough with all the traveling and went drinking water at the next town’s saloon.

Another version of him decided that while the knight was seeking the true nature of the world, there was time for a little solo quest, and he went to find America, to see The Horse With No Name sang live in front of a small equestrian audience.

Yet another choice made by the horse was to walk up to the tower where the two men were talking and steal the jar for ransom. He was later arrested at the border for concealing an apricot jam jar under his saddle. He’d stolen the wrong jar.

And there was one which chose to go and sit with the magician too, from whom he learned so much he decided to start teaching himself to other horses.

All these choices were made spontaneously and created as many different universes, branching away from the mainstream of our story. But they can still interact with each other if they are close enough, and even re-merge into another. For instance, the horse that chose to steal the jar and went to prison then met the knight there, the latter having been caught exhausted at the frontier, trying to bribe a guard with an empty jar. One horse decided to ignore the knight, but another helped him plan an escape through hidden mouse tunnels and together they rode back to the Queen, actually merging back into the initial mainstream.

As you can see, there are an infinity of different parallel universes, each inhabited by the horse having made slightly different choices.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a race to run. Class dismissed. I’ll see you all tomorrow for a field lesson on galloping around obstacles on fire. Don’t forget your saddles, and bring your favorite rider. Make sure they are well fed and request that they brush you before and after the class. Help one another. Us horses must stick together. »

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2007-08-24 21:53 • Posted in Always: & ICMOL:

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  • 1 - Marie says:

    « What a thorough horse! :-)

    Excuse me. There’s a horse wih apricot jam in the street outside. »

  • 2 - Brigit says:

    « C’est cute vos échanges Raincity/Big Apple

    Mais ça commence à ressembler à du voyeurisme de les suivre.

    by the way, you could provide a tartiflette receipe for the roblochon, to be kept for snowy winter. ;-)

    B »

  • 2.1 - Vince answers:

    « LOL Voyeurisme, venant de toi surtout! Ha! ;-) Bon, ben on fait ce qu’on peut, hein? »

  • 3 - Brigit says:

    « Vince,

    Vous devez confondre. On ne se connait pas. J’aime bien vos photos et me perdre dans vos délires, surtout concernant le HDR qui reste une grande énigme pour moi, mais... c’est tout. Ca m’a juste amusée de faire un petit clin d’oeil car je trouve vos 2 blogs aussi remarquables que différents.

    B »

  • 3.1 - Vince answers:

    « LOL. Oh pardon, mais j’y perds mon latin, moi! Je me confonds en excuses de m’etre confondu. »

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We now go back to current chronological entries:
Nov 11

Today, as I walk through an immense field of red poppies gently dancing in a breeze of ignorance, I look at all those people and wonder what’s going through their heads. They are wearing a flower this morning, wore a costume for Halloween and will probably have jeans on at work next Friday just because everybody else does it. So what? What about a meaning?

This being said, I don’t want to remember. I’m actually trying very hard to forget. To forget that Canada keeps getting involved in wars that don’t concern us; that our government keeps sending soldiers abroad to kill and get killed, for the sole purpose of playing the big boys war games.

Wars are not about freedom, they are about power. Who ever achieved freedom from a war fought on somebody else’s land? Now our soldiers are disposable puppets, but at least our modern army has become a professional one and being in the military is now a choice. So my heart goes to the families of those who died at war, whichever country or army they were from. But that’s where my remembrance ends.

Canada does not need an army of invasion slash foreign interference. The only way to justify an army is to protect one’s own soil. An army should not even own planes or ships with a range greater than its own borders. Soldiers should never have to fly away from home.

There is only one way to « remember » and honor the veterans: bring our troops home. Now. Once and for all.

Update - And one last thing. We can’t completely abolish the principle of an army either because let’s be honest, we are a fragile species. If it comes to one final face-off between mankind and our destabilized planet - because of a catastrophic sudden climate shift, a nuclear winter, an alien invasion or a cockroach take-over - the military will be our best line of defense. They are tougher, meaner, and they don’t complain. They just work. If only they could learn a thing or two from us, the non-weapon-bearing rest. And us from them.

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2006-11-11 11:18 • Posted in Schtroumpfissime:

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  • 1 - Sigrid says:

    « I don’t know brother. I don’t know that World War II could have been won without planes and boats reaching further than one’s own borders. And that was a war against Evil, that needed to be won.
    This being said, what the fuck are we doing in Afghanistan but playing in the US’s hands?
    And see Rimbaud’s poem on Lulu’s page...coldly heartbreaking. »

  • 1.1 - Vince answers:

    « Just a reminder: WW2 resulted in a fistul of victorious nations becoming the world leaders in arms sales, two of which immediately launched into a cold war that pleagued mankind with the nuclear threat we know today.

    Having defeated Evil, the good guys - not to get bored - then started a series of fun satellite wars in poorer countries, to play with their toy guns and « remember » how to kill.

    And as far as monsieur Rimbaud goes, yes, well written classic. But matching poetry and war is a sick combination that reminds me of drinking and driving. Looks fun, but it kills. Make your war appear poetic, even through the death of a young soldier, and some idealistic fool will want to fight it... »

  • 2 - Anonymous says:

    « Sadly, nothing is simple as far as Evil is concerned.
    Talibans, Stalin, Hutus, Mao Tse Tung, Amin Dada, Pinochet, Saddam Hussein, Hitler, Pol Pot...
    only a few of past, present and future
    multiple faces of Evil.
    Can we just watch and stay silent as long as Evil is not on our soil ?
    Where does our responsability as human beings and brothers start and where does it end ? »

  • 3 - Vince says:

    « « ... the willful ignorance of the people is the most powerful military weapon in the world. » (Quoted from http://matthewgood.org/champions-of-nothing/ ) »

  • 4 - Anonymous says:

    « I agree with this statement.
    We, as a whole, are such cowards and selfish human beings.
    We need to awaken our hearts, there is so much love waiting to be experienced. »

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