I took shape in the universe, and alighted here, on blue planet.
Have I been diverted by some misfortune, fooled by some illusion?
For in rest or in exaltation, emerge
other images, other feelings, other spaces, other impulses,
which bring to me the fugitive and moved perfumes of a remembered elsewhere.
I am seated astride here and elsewhere.
Everything here is stranger to me than elsewhere.
Here is submerged by clamours and amazements;
elsewhere is irrigated by friendship, scintillates from enthusiasm,
is shrouded in silence, and is patient ad infinitum.
Elsewhere and here are meeting in an intimate and secret haven.
(Wherever you are, clicking twice takes to the top of this page)
Passer-by,
I know you are.
This log, you see, is a simple and intimate dialogue.
You can, if you wish, make your voice heard, here in comment, or else
at this place.
No matter!
For I am not seeking,
but scanning.
(Passing the cursor over the words which are underlined allows you to check their meaning.)
If my view of the world is only a wide projection, in other words if the world, the universe, beings and things have in themselves no determined reality, it is thus in my interest and in the interest of beings and things to care over my projection, in other words over my vision, in other words over what I put into my heart.
“Yes, where your treasure is, there is your heart also.” (Matthew 6, 21)
