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When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams
When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams
At a time before oblivion, men walked to the sacred, to the winds of legends.
Women in a circle. Guttural and fluid songs. Runes written on the water.
Erhard Landmann deciphered hieroglyps as you read comics … almost as well as Albert Slosman, his master!
Worl AAXE give texts co-written by Alain Aillet and Xavier Séguin.
Goslings are the offspring of the Goose, which can fly so high that it easily crosses the Himalayas
Science became a religion by loosing its conscience. It gets wrong and lies to us.
There is no progress, science is a trap, said Arthur Conan-Doyle
Hateful ready-to-think who stuffs you up in kindergarten
The world is fake. It is believed to be crazy, it is only fake.
Science strays and lies to us. We are neither the fruits of chance nor necessity.
Do we need the spirit to understand matter? Do we need the mind instead?