Sunday, August 9, 2009

Can You Fix Cauliflower Ear

A bird without wings

Without wings, is it still a bird? He can walk, peck, sing, but essentially he has lost. He can not fly. This could illustrate our lives if we lose our spiritual dimension. The essence of our being scrapped!

As the bird without wings, we can still eat, drink, sleep, work and function more or less normally in the world, but we can not rise above everyday reality, absorbed by them, we remain stuck in ground. With the habit of such a situation, we forget that we could fly. Our wings, virtually present, but unused and driving, we ignore them. We then seek to satisfy our many desires to the ground. Soon we will once again hungry and unsatisfied. "You made us for thee, my God, and our heart is restless until it rests in you." It St Augustine speaking. He too has been looking elsewhere. He knows what he is saying.

The human being as three dimensions. A bit like the three Russian dolls that fit into each other: the average in the large and small in average.
1. The great: our physical body. It is expected to pass through death.
2. The average psyche psychic or soul. (Emotional, etc.).
3. The small: our essential being or spiritual soul.

Unfortunately, often seen as a human being is a body and psyche. That's pretty useless to us. It is truncated. It lacks the essentials: his wings, his spiritual soul. This third dimension, the little doll, small in size, not the least important. It allows us to relate to things from above , a kind of openness to the infinity and eternity of the divine. It is faith, trust, which enables it. It gives the opportunity to pray, talk to God, to tell him our suffering and joys, to thank him for the gift of life and give us the hope of one that never ends. This is what flying, while keeping feet firmly on earth, knowing why there are, what you must do, and what awaits us after. All earthly joys could be amplified by being already colored by those of heaven.

So many people, even knowing laughter are fundamentally sad about not knowing how they work. We must go beyond the absurd to find true joy. Generally, this is not our comedians who are going to give it. It allows us to better get through the trials that can overwhelm us. And if we believe what Paul said St : "Everything is good to them that love God," we have enough here to bear more cheerfully many penalties.
Remember this tripartite conception of the ancients. It has not changed: body soul psychic and spiritual soul. The latter being the wings. It will be said again, more carefully: soma, psyche and pneuma (or breath, spirit). We can find this anthropology under different terms. So check whether we have kept alive the small doll, the innermost!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

How Long Does Take For Lead

A piece of light

I just read a quote from Louis-Ferdinand Celine : "Life is a bit of light that ends up in the night." I do not know the innermost thoughts of the author, but rather I want to say exactly the opposite: Life is a long way in the darkness that ends in the light ".

From birth, we are already inhabited by the hope of eternity, the light that never goes out. Already the glow of eternity illuminate the childhood. expectancy may seem a long sleep. One can not wake her up: a sunset, a word of love, a flower, music, prayer or song of a bird. Then the shadows of life and full light closer. It has already, in this semi-darkness , what is expected in full.

Childhood and old age, which seem so different, resemble each other and coexist, until the difference disappears in the full light finish. The age no longer exists, once freed from the grip of time. But as the ages are different, the exception can be felt, as a poet could also write: "The sight of old age child reaches the middle of its games" (1). Amid the decline of old age, the child is still there, and the old man is already present in the newborn.

Why say that life "ends up in the night"? Sunlight and that of reason may well die, but who cares when they are replaced by one that does not turn off!

I'm not sure what you meant, Mr. Louis-Ferdinand Celine . In a citation, you can not see everything. You are no longer of this world, but maybe you knew all that ...

(1) Christian Bobin , in "On the eighth day of the week," p. 38