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Puzzle Saga

See what parts are in place already …

Small or large, a puzzle always starts with the edges. The pieces of the edges are easier to find. We arrange the parts that attract us, those we recognize. Trial and error. That’s how I started the Saga of Eden, which you read more and more… Especially in China! For the first month, the number of Chinese readers exceeded that of French readers who have held the lead for 20 years.

Bitterness? What Bitterness?

I was told that my last texts were full of bitterness. It happens. Rest assured, everything comes and goes. It’s the law. Yes, I recognize my bitter state from then. But that’s in the past. While waiting for it to come back — it’s the refrain.

Death has tickled my glands many times lately. I forgot I was immortal. How distracted I was! Soul and Death. Certainly I have a venerable age. But I hate being worshipped. It makes me angry…

Anyway, L’Âme et la mort is one of the most complete chapters. I have to believe that it tickles me. Well yeah, I’m way past the age of thinking you’re immortal.

Here, take a look at the list of titles. And click on the one that speaks to you the most. Even and especially if you are not 76 as I am …

Soul and Death

Grape Harvest — engraving of the 13th century

Poor Rutebeuf

Rutebeuf is a great poet of the 13th century. He wrote much about decay, misery, poverty, old age and all these very cheerful things. But was able to talk about it with grandeur and dignity. For you, I continued his work. If it is melancholic, this text express no sadness or despair. I always found it magical. So touching. Gripping…

I give the original text in French first. Then you will find the English translation. Help yourself, it’s a gift.

Galère d’hiver

Rutebeuf (1230-1285)

Quand vient le temps qu’arbre défeuille
quand il ne reste en branche feuille
qui n’aille à terre
par la pauvreté qui m’atterre
qui de partout me fait guerre
au temps d’hiver

Combien se sont changés mes vers
mon dit commence trop divers
bien triste histoire
peu de raison, peu de mémoire
m’a donné Dieu, le roi de gloire
et pauvres rentes

Et froid au cul quand bise vente
le vent me vient, le vent m’évente
point ne délivre
je sens venir le mauvais temps
La grièche* a promis autant
qu’elle me livre

Elle me paie bien et bien me sert
contre le sou me rend la livre
de grand misère
quand pluie me trempe ou chaud me tient
maudit le sort qui est le mien
d’un pauvre hère

Le monde est plein de malfaisants
et qui ruse le plus s’en vante
moi qu’ai-je fait
qui de pauvreté sens le faix
grièche ne me laisse en paix
tant me tourmente

Les dés m’ont pris m’ont enfermé
dans trop de lieux trop mal famés
en trop grand nombre
fol est qui leur conseil habite
de son débit point ne s’acquitte
mais bien s’encombre

Mes membres sont nus si souvent
qu’en été ne cherche ni vent
ni chambre fraîche
le mauvais lot de la grièche
m’a dépouillé mieux que carème
et nul ne m’aime

Winter Galère

Rutebeuf (1230-1285)
& Séguin (1949-?)

At the time when the trees unleaf
When they don’t keep a single leaf
Who does not fall on the ground
When my poverty knocks me down
At war with me from everywhere
In blood freezing winds of winter

How many have changed my verses
My narrative starts too diverse
Too sad story
Little reason, small memory
Gave me God, the king of glory
So flat my purse

Freezing the ass and killing me
The wind blows harsh, the wind blows me
Don’t makes me free
I feel the bad weather coming
The harsh days never promising
To make me free

It pays me well but not serves me
Against the dime gives me the pound
Of misery
When the cold rain falls on the ground
Cursing the sad fate that is mine
Of poverty

The world is full of evil
and who is the most cunning boast about it
What did I do
Who the need of poverty feels
Harsh times never leave me in peace
So wild ado

The dice took me and locked me down
Too many places too poorly known
Hard to number
Fool is who their council follows
Too many jails too may shows
Which encumber

So often are naked my limbs
In summer I don’t look for winds
No fresh for me
All but a dream the galere is
Despoiling me harsh in the breeze
No one loves me

Puzzling Friends, to Your Parts!

Come on, we must hoist the sail and sail towards more beautiful seas. You who read me, dear friends, you also complete your inner puzzle, you seek to fill in the holes of the landscape, the historical faults, the inaccuracies of your school memories… You puzzle, I puzzle, everyone is constantly puzzling. Will we ever be finished? Will we manage to fill our gaps, erase our shortcomings, perfect our attitudes, regulate our behaviors, replace the cold winter with the joy of spring?

This is all the harm I wish for each and every one of us: completeness. Fulfillment. The awakening of this sleeping power, which would be better come unfolded in all its magnitude. Like Eden Saga. Will I manage to fill the gaps? Would I have enough time to plug the remaining holes? Each new advance forces me to rectify several old versions, random pieces, pieces that no longer fit into the puzzle, or that were not in their place.

Will I manage to deploy a standard that is not eaten by moths? The moths of time, the maggots of memory have nibbled so much and more, difficult to find. Our well-crafted past extends behind me like a tarnished mirror. The almost gone taint gives him a faded complexion. Very clever who will fill it. I am more lucky to please my beautiful in bed than to make my articles jubilate. Hence the bitterness.What bitterness? Stop this refrain!

Sing Along

But today I want to sing. The coming winter will be painful, as much as mine which will never go away.

I was born a singer, I spent my youth dreaming of scenes and performing on all those that were offered. With middle age, I only sang for my tape recorder. With old age, I sing for myself in petto, or allegro forte if no one can hear me, because I always love singing as much as a croquignolet rossignolet. Without worrying about years and sorrows, he sings, it’s his way of life. And it’s mine itou.

This site is a song that only I can hear. Piano, pianissimo, it goes as one dances, and the more I dance, the more gets intense. Forte, fortissimo.

What Puzzle?

Puzzle, you’re laughing at me, you know that I won’t have the time to finish you off, even if I live a hundred years, a hundred and thirty years, or even a thousand years.

The impossible agreement between my dream and this real that stings, hostile, unknown. A real that I should learn a little every day, but no, on the contrary I flee from it, I hate it and I live alone in the middle of the ruins that hold up to me as past. It’s enough, it’s packed.says the whale

And this mania for ugly puns! There is none in the English version, that’s probably why it has more readers than the French one, which remains my favorite. Recently, a stream from the Far East has just won the victory: I have more Chinese readers than French speakers! Because they read me in English… When China awakens… the world will tremble, wrote Alain Peyrefitte. It looks like it has finally done it, and the world isn’t shaking yet — it’s wrong. Wait to see what happens in a few years.

Black Race First

The leading countries of this planet, there have been some since the 4000 years that humanity has lasted, the fifth since the origin, there are euh! four billion years. Oh yes, at the very beginning, humans were already there. Before the dinosaurs. And gigantic: fifty meters and a few. Besides, even before the beginnings of the universe, there were already humans. Humanoids or call them as you wish. I saw four. So big that the whole multiverse fit in their lab…

In the order of their entry on the scene, the ruling countries were India, southern China, Sumer, Mesopotamia, central Africa, Egypt, the Celto-Vikings and the Germans, America … and all these countries were populated by black giants, because the black race was created first. It has ruled this planet for several millennia.

Black Saga

Then Yellow Race, Then White Race

Then came the yellow race which occupied all of Asia, Oceania, and the west coast of the Americas. Then came the white race, with Greece, Rome, Roman Gaul, Arab Spain, first of all in close collaboration with the black leaders. These latter, giants of 4m, endowed with unparalleled knowledge and wisdom, were long considered gods. Little by little, their supremacy disappeared.

The Whites occupied medieval France, which they had to share with the Yellows, Attila and the Huns, the Tartars, then the Eastern Roman Empire in Constantinople, the current Istamboul…

Then, a long time later, the Blacks were totally disregarded, taken into slavery, etc.

Travel

These comings and goings required a number of exiles, exoduses, and journeys. There were thus prodigious moves throughout our recent history, the only one we study in class. And before that, throughout the proto-history…

I created this site in the same way. What I just told you, I discovered in fragments over the years. When this site climbed onto the web in 2008, I had already been thinking about it for twenty years. Following my travels, I took random notes of my readings. I told about my encounters, numerous, fruitful, delicious. I was reliving the road, backpack, bare minimum, thumbs up through Asia first, the rest of the world afterwards.

No Anxiety

I had learned a lot through my studies on philosophy, ancient wisdom, the art and science of beauty, personal development. I never sought to achieve any qualification that would have opened up a career for me.

In the 70s, despite the impressive number of young people, finding work was very easy. Everywhere they were hiring, France had enriched itself thanks to its colonies, money flowed freely. One could very well live from a part-time job, and even receive unemployment benefits while traveling around the world.

Passion motivated the young people, and not the anxiety of the next day. My generation was thus able to do great things, far from the conformism that prevailed at the time.

The Planet-Youth

1965, cultural revolution of Mao Tse-tung in China, who frees himself from medieval oppression to enter another, even worse, Chinese communism.

1966-67, revolution of the planet – young people in the States, against the colonial war waged by the US government in Indochina. Behind the magnificent Jane Fonda, the American students swim naked in the large pool in front of the White House, brandishing the slogan Peace in Vietnam.

1968, in the month of March, under the impetus of Dany le Rouge, alias Daniel Cohn-Bendit, the students of the university Paris-X Nanterre revolt to have free access to the girls’ dormitories. The revolt expands, becomes a revolution. Two months later, in May, the students of the big French cities take power, not at the Élysée, but in the heart of the progressive population.

The ‘Events‘

What will then be called the events of May-68 become contagious in urban or peri-urban areas. The TV, and especially the independent radio stations, RTL and Europe1, are taking part in the revolution. The big word is out! While the right-wing newspapers continued to talk about student riots, the left and far-left had opted for the more serious term of revolution.

Yes, it looks good, we believe in it more and yet? The word revolution is borrowed from the astronomical phenomenon, the earth makes a complete revolution around the sun in 365 days and 8 hours. A revolution is therefore a large loop that eventually returns to its starting point. This is exactly what happened.

After a few months where the madness made many turn heads — France fell back to sleep and it was unbearable for us as for all those who had believed in it. O naivety of youth! The old General de Gaulle decides on a referendum, loses it and retires to his campaign, in Colombey-les-deux-églises, where he died while keeping silence. He is replaced by the fat Pompidou, a modernist banker who wanted to destroy Paris.

Hit the Road

Intolerable climate. After the great libertarian wind and its white tornado effect, the air of Paris becomes unbreathable. We need to clear the road, there’s an emergency! The soixante-huitards become backpackers and take their flight far from this cursed country, heading to India, Morocco or Canada.

My partner and I went to China, to India, then all around the big blue ball. The party every day, friends everywhere, life without a penny, the road and the happiness of the days.

And all this, over the course of journeys and with the winds, on the roads of the world or in my beloved Brittany, has led me to the heart of many dangers. I have always treated them with respect, absolutely ignoring them.

Thus Was Born Eden Saga

Then came, most naturally in the world, the first words of this site which was initially called the Masters of Lightning, because my travels in Wiltshire, at Stonehenge and at Avebury, had made me see the fabulous foundered factories that the megalithics had build.

With frenzy, endurance, daily work — and thanks to the computer skills of my son Alexis — this site has grown, gained momentum and height.

And here we are tonight