Thursday, 3 October 2013

Education, religion, music....

In one family, parents thought their child should learn a music instrument. They gave him the choice between classic guitar, violin or piano. Then the child had to be a good child and train every day.

The pedagogy was based on a reward or punishment basis. Good work and good results meant rewards, rebellion implied punishment... 

In another house, the parents were musicians and their children could see how they enjoyed playing music, how close to one another their parents were when they played together, how beautiful, moving, cheerful the music could be...

However some of the children took to painting and others wished to become musicians.

There were no rewards for doing the work, a part from the only reward that made sense: being able to play.

There were no punishment and no rebellion. Of course, sometimes a bit of stimulation is necessary, however a child who knows what he wants and love doesn't need to be whipped to go for it...

It's exactly the same with religion. On one side, they are people who understand only the reward and punishment logic.

On the other, religion is about inspiring and showing the right example.

I think that the reward/punishment pedagogy is from Satan, and the Inspire/Set examples pedagogy is from God.

In my view, Satan and God have to be understood as symbols used for the sake of clarity.

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Holy Immune System

I have a strong belief in the Holy Immune System, however

 I should be a bit more careful. 

I am not sure what I ate that didn't go down well last 

Monday, on my way home from work I ended up feeling so 

weak I had to lay down for a while on the platform of the 

overground, next to a bin bag in case of emergency 

throwing up, with nausea and the world around me felt like a 
merry go round on the start... 

Someone offered to call an ambulance but after a while I 


perked up a bit and could get on my feet and go back 

home... 

I am so used to be in good health that when things go a bit 


wrong I really don't know what's going on !
It gave me an opportunity to have a thought for the Syrian people.


 What if, instead of getting better after fifteen minutes, it 

went worse and worse until choking and dying?...

Friday, 30 August 2013

 One day God said to Abraham: "Kill your son. I want a sacrifice from you as a token of utter submission. Whoop it's gonna be funny!"

 Abraham was an obedient guy. He didn't doubt that it was God talking to him, so he took his son to the mountain, and when he was about to push the knife into his son's throat, God said :

  "OK I see that you're a good little soldier and that you're ready to carry out any stupid order without rebellion, which is exactly what I like, so don't kill your son, kill this poor stranded young ram instead..." 

 And Abraham killed the ram, there was blood everywhere and they all had a lot of fun together. 

 What they don't say in the story is that: 

 1 It was not God talking. If it were God, refusing to kill the boy and offering himself in sacrifice instead would have been the right answer. 

 2 It could have been the Devil, always ready to play some nasty trick such as suggesting family killings,  but no it wasn't him. That day the Devil was busy brewing beer. 

 3 In fact, it was Abraham's unconscious mind:

  Abraham hallucinated and heard the voice of his most unconscious desire: never growing old, never having to die, and certainly not being toppled down from  power by this young pretentious arrogant  son of a patriarch. He would have preferred to kill him!  

 He couldn't admit he was feeling such a horrible desire, and as a result the hidden desire disguised itself as God.... 

 4 If it were God or even the Devil, there would have been no need of sacrificing the poor stranded ram instead of Abraham's son. God or Devil could have say: "OK you're a stupid heartless guy ready to kill your own son, without even protesting, the test is conclusive, let's leave it there."

 But it wasn't either of them...

 5 Because it was an unconscious desire of killing! And to placate an unconscious desire of killing, there must be some killing! So, by sacrificing the poor young innocent ram who wasn't even part of the family, Abraham placated his dark desire and started to get on well with his son again. 

 The immorality of the story is that is always possible to find a stranded innocent and make him pay the price for keeping the peace in your own house. 

 Alleluia ! I love God's stories, they are always disgustingly human ! 

Friday, 23 August 2013

Three blind men

 Three blind men

Rumi, the Persian mystic founder of the Sufi order, used to tell the metaphor of the three blind men confronted to an elephant to talk about human condition: we can't get the big picture, we believe in illusions because we grasp only fragments...

 Here is my (slightly) foolish version of it...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oelzhOhH0D4

Thursday, 1 August 2013


 I have a special passion for metaphors. Especially when the metaphor starts moving, becomes a story, a parabola... Maybe this is the secret of imagination. It starts wondering about something ... 


 For instance: "Why is it so difficult for all these talented artists, poets, story-tellers, comedians...to live off their art?"

 Maybe that's because they are so keen to give... so keen to be listen to... how could they ever get paid if they are always ready to give for free! 

 They are like the character on this card. It's not about reading the future by the way. It's about showing an intriguing character appearing under many disguises in human life... A kind of multifaceted metaphor... 



 Here is the story.






There are many pizza men making pizzas all over the town

They love making pizzas so much that they can't stop making pizzas... 

There are a awful lot of them...

It's become very difficult to sell pizzas

But they can't stop, so they offer pizzas for free to passers by in the hope they will love them and buy them 

But the passers by aren't hungry anymore. They can eat free pizzas from dawn to dusk... They are fed up with pizzas!

The only ones who accept to eat more free pizzas are the other pizza men - They are curious about how other pizzas than theirs may taste ... Better, worse, similar, different?

I have even met a pizza man who offered me money to eat his pizza rather than any other pizza...

I suggested he should do comedy instead of making pizzas. Or maybe write poetry. People would pay for a bit of poetry in their lives.

He looked at me with indignation...


   
There are many pizza men making pizzas all over the town

They love making pizzas so much that they can't stop making pizzas... 

There are a awful lot of them...

It's become very difficult to sell pizzas

But they can't stop, so they offer pizzas for free to passers by in the hope they will love them and buy them 

But the passers by aren't hungry anymore. They can eat free pizzas from dawn to dusk... They are fed up with pizzas!

The only ones who accept to eat more free pizzas are the other pizza men - They are curious about how other pizzas than theirs may taste ... Better, worse, similar, different?

I have even met a pizza man who offered me money to eat his pizza rather than any other pizza...

I suggested he should do comedy instead of making pizzas. Or maybe write poetry. People would pay for a bit of poetry in their lives.

He looked at me with indignation...