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\nMax Planck invents quantum physics in 1933. It teaches us so many interesting things<\/a>! Quantum physics changes our lives<\/a>. We can modify everything, even the past. Have we abandoned the old physics? Still not, nearly a century later. The quantum world is scary. It has nothing to do with the old. Science remains stuck to the old world… False, but so reassuring!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nDream Your Life<\/h4>\n

There is science and science. Quantum physics is a queen deprived of her throne. Rewrite life, the world, change universes! Fed up with lies, bogus sciences, false theories that the school disseminates with hounds.\u00a0<\/p>\n

Is the new story more real than the old one<\/a>? Obviously! In the cinema,\u00a0Tarentino<\/a> uses and abuses it. And here, me too. This Saga comes from a dream. For everyone, the dream is not real. For the new physics<\/a>, the dream surpasses the real become virtual, indefinite, changing… In a word: unreal.<\/p>\n

I was dreaming of another world<\/em><\/a>, sings Jean-Louis Aubert. Me too. It\u2019s the dream of a lifetime. Jean-Louis, my friend, did you see? The physicists discovered this other world!! In fact, it\u2019s yours, it\u2019s ours…<\/p>\n

But there is a but… This new world seems so disconcerting that no one believes in it. Apart from the physicists — who don\u2019t draw all the consequences besides… Since most of them still use the old physics, yet proven false. And people like me who strive to set the record straight are called fantasists, kindred spirits, fools.<\/p>\n

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Live Your Dream<\/h4>\n

The other world<\/a> is there, within our reach. We prefer to remain in illusion. People of my ilk are suspicious, cranks who see the invisible and perceive the infra-sensitive. Yes, we are as suspicious as quantum physics.<\/p>\n

Sooner or later, the first quantum computers will arrive on the market. Shortly after, the first quantum image films will be viewable on our screens… On some brand new blood plasma screens. Why not?<\/p>\n

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\"\"Light heart, changing heart, heavy heart<\/a><\/em>
\nThe time to dream is short<\/em>
\nWhat should I do with my days?<\/em>
\nWhat should I do with my nights?<\/em>
\n(source)<\/em><\/a>Louis Aragon<\/span><\/em> (listen<\/a><\/em>)<\/p>\n

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When the Truth Scares<\/h4>\n

Like most scientists, people continue to live according to the old paradigms<\/a>. Because they are more reassuring. The new physics presents us with a world that does not exist. Virtual, unreal, it vibrates and wavers at the speed of light. Colors don\u2019t exist either. Each of them emits its own frequency of waves of different lengths, while our eyes and our brain translate this quantum jargon into colored sensation.<\/p>\n

The contours of beings are not those we see. They are fractals<\/a>. Forms do not exist either. They are energy fields. Vibrations<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Matter does not exist — or so little! There is more emptiness than atoms in any material, even the densest one. Including in gold. Yet its solid appearance, its resistant touch, its weight, its mass, everything pleads in favor of its reality.<\/p>\n

Error. We live in a material world, sings a material girl<\/a> who seems to be proud of it. Relax, dear Madonna, matter is an illusion. We are in a virtual world, my darling. You are virtual too, like matter and the rest.\u00a0<\/p>\n

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I had neither love nor abode<\/em>
\nNowhere where I live or die<\/em>
\nI passed like the rumor<\/em>
\nI was falling asleep like the noise<\/em>
\n(source)<\/em><\/a>Louis Aragon<\/span><\/em> (listen<\/a><\/em>)<\/p>\n

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When Matter Disappears<\/h4>\n

\"\"And in the atom itself, there is more emptiness between particles than particles. No, sorry, matter as we know it is pure illusion.<\/p>\n

Beams of waves, atoms as spaced as the planets, and between them, nothing, of emptiness, in order to leave a maximum of space to an infinity of universes that come to cross ours.<\/p>\n

Beautiful and inconceivable multiverse<\/a>. All this void between atoms is structured by attraction. Gravitation. Energies of love and hate, attraction repulsion, push pull — ie the fundamental law of the vibratory world.<\/p>\n

What universe? What physics? What matter? I belong to the old school, I write on paper with a felt pen — futile concession to our pseudo modernity.<\/p>\n

But we\u2019ll come back to the goose feather sooner or later. Everything comes back in cycles. Lasting allow to get ahead<\/em>, Loulou<\/a>My late mother<\/span> said.<\/p>\n

Living in the past makes it possible to predict the future. In any case, whether we are in the past or the future, we are always in the present. Trapping present. Impossible to get out. Elusive time.<\/p>\n

The French language has this beautiful word “main tenant”<\/a>holding hand ie “now”. See English: to maintain, same origin<\/span> that expresses the wheel of time, the desire to stop it, the strength it takes to maintain now.<\/p>\n

Impossible, even with the hand that holds, time turns and the instant runs away. Immediately replaced by another instant which now becomes in turn.<\/p>\n

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To everything, turn, turn, turn<\/em><\/span>

\nThere is a season, turn, turn, turn<\/em><\/span>

\nAnd a time to every purpose under heaven<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
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A time to be born, a time to die<\/em><\/span>

\nA time to plant, a time to reap<\/em><\/span>

\nA time to kill, a time to heal<\/em><\/span>

\nA time to laugh, a time to weep<\/em><\/span><\/div>\n
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A time to build up, a time to break down<\/em><\/span>

\nA time to dance, a time to mourn<\/em><\/span>

\nA time to cast away stones<\/em><\/span>

\nA time to gather stones together
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When I’m Everywhere<\/h4>\n

Stay in the here-and-now<\/a>? Superfluous advice. No one can be anywhere other than where they are. Here and now move with me. Wherever I go in space, I am always here. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow never comes. We do not live a life, but a single day without end. With variable content, with a single container. A single moment always restarted, tireless, inevitable, which repeats itself until all possible variations are exhausted.<\/p>\n

Or until one is tired of human comedy. Then comes death. Nothing tragic about all that, except perhaps in the total absence of free will which prohibits being elsewhere, and being in other times<\/a>..<\/p>\n

Intolerable attack on my freedom of being. But that\u2019s how it is! And it\u2019s not my legitimate indignation that will change anything. At bottom, what does it matter? All that, life, death, the whole mess,<\/em> (source)<\/a>Boucq<\/span> is just a breath of wind in the willows<\/em>. (source)<\/a>Kenett Grahame<\/span><\/p>\n

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When Our Senses Deceive Us<\/h4>\n

“Our senses deceive us<\/em>” said Descartes<\/a>, completely stoned by the Indian hemp he smoked in an overheated room somewhere in Holland. Well, well, funny Descartes indeed!<\/p>\n

Our senses deceive us, but their errors sometimes compensate each other. Thus hearing can correct sight. Nevertheless, our senses deceive us. Peace, breeds, fishing, the cup, life, death, the big bazaar of dates<\/a>, all that comes as it goes.<\/p>\n

This evening in full sun, a great winter sun<\/a>Louis Aragon<\/span><\/em> which sets on the sparkling sea, tonight everything does not matter to me and I find the exercise rather comical.<\/p>\n

Hic et nunc<\/em>?<\/a>Here and now<\/span> Instead of this inept advice, pure fruit of the ignorance daughter of the ego, it would be better to repeat oneself unceasingly: carpe diem<\/a>enjoy the day<\/span><\/em> benefits, yes, enjoys every moment before he runs away. Life is a lightning bolt that pierces the night of time. Take advantage of its brief light before sleep resumes its dark reign.<\/p>\n

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We are such stuff as dreams are made on,\u00a0and our little life is rounded with a sleep.<\/p>