{"id":36748,"date":"2022-02-11T05:05:14","date_gmt":"2022-02-11T04:05:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=36748"},"modified":"2025-10-16T08:55:49","modified_gmt":"2025-10-16T07:55:49","slug":"high-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/high-time.html","title":{"rendered":"High Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-49550\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Temps-elestique-agecanonix-uderzo-skies-1200x720-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"720\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"chapo\">Criminal investigation, suspect under lock and key, pending trial. What suffering, what injustice in this justice before deciding whether the suspect is guilty or not! The clairvoyant knows right away what to say. Murder leaves a trace in the criminal\u2019s light that nothing erases. Never. No matter what we do.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">The death that stains<\/h4>\n<p>A man whose <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/living-your-death.html\">death<\/a> has polluted. This is what the heart, stomach and mind of <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/initiation-castaneda-subtle-perception-third-eye-to-see.html\">the clairvoyant<\/a> will see. It will not need evidence or presumptions, contradictory testimonies, hearings, confrontations, deliberations and all the ineptitude of human justice. And women, damn it! It seems to me that they also have their say, these great forgotten of all men\u2019s thoughts. And the thoughts of women too, vain gods! If we could find more feminists in their ranks, I am sure that sexism would have lived.<\/p>\n<p>And with him the insulting dictatorship of the chauvinist male pig, as my girlfriends said in the 70s. Ah the seventies! May they still live! and my friends with them. Always. They have given us such beautiful days! Days that lasted a year, just the opposite of this song of the time. A year of love in a one-night meeting.<\/p>\n<p>I have always been able to dilate time. To stretch infinitely the good moments that would pass too quickly. To prolong the childish loves. In my seventies I\u2019m still 8 years old. I make the joys last, let them bury the sorrows. It works. So I go on. I revisit my first love that always lasts, somewhere, I don\u2019t know where, but I know it will never die out. Even though it\u2019s been over for a long time in a corner of my accordion memory.<\/p>\n<p>The past invites me. I visit him. Others, I know many, prefer space. I enjoy time as a tenant enters into the enjoyment of his apartment. Time and I are even. It does not belong to me. I don\u2019t belong to him either. Time is my garden.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>Time is an obstinately persistent illusion.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Albert Einstein<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Tokyo is my garden<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #ff00ff\">special friendly umbilical<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A beautiful album, the best of my old friend Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric Boilet, the best of French mangakas, student of the late Jiro Taniguchi, now exiled in his native country, the Vosges. Unless it\u2019s Spain. He runs, he runs, the Boilet. He came through here, I\u2019d like him to come back through. This book, this masterpiece, is worthy of interest. It must be included in the library of the honest man. On the side table of the woman of taste.<\/p>\n<p>A woman of taste, there are many. Not like this starlet who jumps on Sacha Guitry when he leaves home.<br \/>\n<em>&#8220;Maestro, oh please Maestro, take me in your next film. I have great taste, you know.&#8221;<\/em><br \/>\n<em>&#8220;Mademoiselle, what is important in terms of taste is not to have it great, but to have it good.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Tokyo is his garden. He knows him like the back of his hand. His name is Boilet. Fr\u00e9d\u00e9ric, I miss you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-49548\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/frederic-boilet-tokyo-skies-1200x720-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"720\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Elastic time<\/h4>\n<p>Physicists and philosophers distinguish two kinds of time that have nothing to do with it. The objective time that is measured with mechanical, electronic, mathematical instruments. The subjective time that varies from one subject to another, from one moment to the next, from one occupation to another. The fact that two so different times can coexist is a good proof of its non-existence. And at the same time, a shining proof of the primacy of the subject. &#8216;I&#8217; is the center of the world. Try to experience the opposite. Who tried? &#8216;I&#8217;&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Do the supplies, the bees, the termites have a &#8216;I&#8217;? Do they live in subjective time? Are they anything but the cogs of a machine, oh how beautiful, well oiled, perfect if you will. The hive, the termite mound, the anthill have been described as models of society. Each its dirty tastes. I wouldn\u2019t live there for an empire, especially if that empire were to look like them.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Time, time, time and nothing else<br \/>\nYours, mine, the one they say is ours.<br \/>\n(Charles Aznavour) (words)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Shirts and paths<\/h4>\n<p>For me time is elastic. It has always been. Like morality, mood, certainties, barometer, time varies. He changes his mind like a shirt. You don\u2019t know the time shirts? Why wouldn\u2019t he? The files have them, the bullets too. Full metal jacket, excellent film, which means metal shirt ball.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>My most beautiful shirt<\/em><br \/>\n<em>More than 18 years old<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The rain does the laundry<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I dry it in good weather<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I\u2019m going my train<\/em><br \/>\n<em>and without hurting me at all<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I\u2019m going on my train. <a href=\"#\">(source)<\/a><span class=\"note\">https:\/\/www.partitions-domaine-public.fr\/pdf\/15264\/Traditionnel-Je-vais-mon-train.html.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p>The so-called powdery feet, unsavory wanderers, sleigh of all kinds, walkers and pilgrims, these are my family. For a long time I was one of them. I put my bag down. I watch them pass through my memory. They are my wandering people, my freedom, my glory. The morning rain does not stop the pilgrim. On the contrary, he blesses her who will wash his shirt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-49549\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/rimbaud-vert-multicolor-skies-1200x720-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"720\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Pilgrim<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Pilgrim in my pilgrim robe<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Mage who the star imagines <a href=\"#\">(source)<\/a><span class=\"note\">I wrote it when I was little. I am still.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p>\nWe have everything in abundance. Hat, flute, house. Pattern, song, reason. Car, bike, pen, so many walls, so little prayer. I have nothing that is mine. If I attach myself to something, I give it. That\u2019s how it belongs to me. Leaving the burden to others, the pilgrim denies the apostle. Toast. To yours!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>I was walking out with my fists in my pockets<\/em><br \/>\n<em>My paletot also became ideal<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I went under the sky muse and I was your fecal<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Oh there that sublime loves I dreamed<\/em> (Arthur Rimbaud)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nSongs<\/h4>\n<p><em>I have so many songs in my head, I don\u2019t know which one to sing<\/em> (Isabelle Aubret)<\/p>\n<p><em>I sing, I sing evening and morning, I sing on my wa<\/em>y. (Charles Trenet)<\/p>\n<p>I only need one song to go around the world. If I have a thousand, I visit as many worlds. If the earth is round, it is to draw us into its round.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>A great sun stretches over the wave<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Her blonde beauty<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The hazy opal mist<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Go to bed<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>My way is made of fragrant paths<\/em><br \/>\n<em>A la merise<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Away from the noise and smoke<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Of grey cities<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Will you have time to finish<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Your cathedral<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Will you find at his bedside<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Your last Grail<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>They came, they went<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Leaving their mark<\/em><br \/>\n<em>We must take your side<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Time erases it<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-49556\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/CathedraleSaint-Brieuc-wkmd-skies22-1900x1140-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1900\" height=\"1140\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Physicists and philosophers distinguish between two kinds of time with no connection.<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":36749,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2242],"tags":[1192,3129,3264,25],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36748"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36748"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36748\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52350,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36748\/revisions\/52350"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/36749"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36748"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36748"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36748"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}