{"id":59157,"date":"2025-09-25T05:00:06","date_gmt":"2025-09-25T04:00:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=59157"},"modified":"2026-02-09T16:14:35","modified_gmt":"2026-02-09T15:14:35","slug":"harvey-the-elder","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/harvey-the-elder.html","title":{"rendered":"Harvey the Elder"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-78794\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/rue-1950-nostalgie-coeur-25xe-900x540-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"540\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"chapo\">Harvey shudders. Faced with so many horrors, he questions <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/ancient-greece-did-not-start-civilization.html\">Western society<\/a>, what it has become, its place in the world. Henceforth irreducible, the great gap between the recent past and the current enslavement, deeply worries him. The lack of elegance of youth goes hand in hand with its quiet vulgarity and growing indifference to elders. Any contempt makes one despicable.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nDecline<\/h4>\n<p>Harvey is 64 years old and lives near a big city. He sees his gentle suburb of yore \u2014 yet popular, certainly, but dignified and alive \u2014transform into a theatre of alienation. He questions, acid but lucid, the quest for meaning in a <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/no-progress-for-humankind-ancestors-superiority-law-theory-of-decline.html\">declining world<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>It is not the bitterness that pervades the old one, but a melancholic despair. And especially the refusal. He thinks of the courage\u2014no matter how it may be \u2014 to simply say no. Accepting everything as a whole is <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/volontary-servitude.html\">much more convenient cowardice<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Harvey considers humanity as <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/atlantis-created-human-species-arts-sciences-crafts-industries-architecture-awakening.html\">an inheritance value<\/a>. The elder feels that if everything tilts, the need for otherness will become a fundamental necessity again.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>Change it all for a life worth living. Change it all, it all, change it all.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Michel Jonasz<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He knows too well that the division was thought out, organized, premeditated. But what <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/origin-male-power.html\">the elites<\/a> have underestimated is the quiet, irreducible power of <strong>no<\/strong>. And without the need for theory or utopia, he guesses deep within himself that <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/matter-and-spirit.html\">only beauty will save<\/a> what remains to be saved.<\/p>\n<p>For in the midst of the ruins, there still remains a citadel: that, inviolable, which each one carries within him.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>Three ideals have illuminated my path and often given me the courage to face life with optimism: goodness, beauty and truth.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Albert Einstein<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\nBefore the Ruins<\/h4>\n<p>The sky is low, as if it weighed with all its weight on the gray roofs of this suburb that he knew otherwise. He walks slowly, his hand at the bottom of the pocket of his worn-out coat, his eyes half squinted under the harsh light of a morning without heat. A smell of burnt plastic floats, mixed with the more familiar one \u2014 but now rare\u2014plane trees oozing after the rain.<\/p>\n<p>Harvey advances on this street that he once called &#8220;his street&#8221;. It is no longer his own. It hasn\u2019t been for a long time. He looks at her as one looks at a beloved woman who has become a stranger, repainted with loud blows of bad taste, made up excessively, rowdy.<\/p>\n<p>Tags cover the walls of the school where he had learned to read. The outdated elegance of the cursive letters that he had to copy hundreds of times has given way to anonymous insults, words of hollow violence, quickly daubed with no other message than a vain cry of defiance. This refusal is not his&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>He remembers. He sees the faces of laughing children, the rocky accent of the elders, the voices that carried without screaming. Today, young people pass by without seeing it, screwed earphones, shapeless joggings, absent glances or arrogant. No hello, not even a shiver of attention. It is more than a decor, a silhouette that the wind can carry away without disturbing anyone.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-78787\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jeunes-emeutiers-flammes-25xe-1500x900-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1500\" height=\"900\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Useless Watchman<\/h4>\n<p>If he is surprised by this indifference, he rather regrets it with an acid lucidity. Respect, this old word that one no longer dares to pronounce, has dissipated like the smoke of coal, like the silence of Sunday, like the joy of being together, young and old, around the table.<\/p>\n<p>Harvey does not blame only the young. No need to look for a culprit. He knows that this world has been slowly unraveled, without a crash, through compromise, successive cowardice, polite renunciation. A society that has preferred comfort to duty and the right to sacrifice. He thinks of his parents, modest but worthy, and wonders what they would think about all this. Himself, he no longer knows very well whether to be indignant or resigned.<\/p>\n<p>He suddenly feels like one too many. A useless <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/erquy-librist.html\">watchman<\/a>. The West, he said to himself, is like that cracked bench on which he sits for a moment\u2014worn out, abandoned, once solid and welcoming, now dirty, unsound, doomed to disappear. He thinks of <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-reign-of-rome.html\">Rome<\/a>, of <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/constantine-emperor-consecration-christ-sol-invictus-ab-urbe-condita.html\">Byzantium<\/a>, of all those civilizations that collapsed not under the blows of the barbarians, but long before, when they ceased to believe in themselves.<\/p>\n<p>Harvey thinks of Cicero, Suetonius, Aristotle and all those elders who experienced the same lucid nostalgia. His ancient history teacher had a list of quotes, spread over several thousand years going back to ancient Sumer, from old people who complained about the young: <em><span style=\"color: #800080\">they drive their tanks too fast in the streets, they have weird hairstyles, they wear strange foreign clothes, they have lost the virtues of their ancestors&#8230;<\/span><\/em>\u00a0<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>Humans are three kinds : the living, the dead, and those who sail on sea.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Aristoteles<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #800080\">Progress? What progress?<\/span><\/h4>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080\"><em>&#8220;In the <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/hindu-mythology-alain-danielou-four-yuga-four-races.html\">Kali Yuga<\/a>, young people will have no respect for their elders and rebel against traditional values. The customs prescribed by <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/hindu-genesis.html\">the Vedas<\/a> will be ignored.&#8221; (The Manusm\u1e5bti or Laws of Manu, <a href=\"#\">prior to the Kali Yuga)<\/a><span class=\"note\">ie 2000 BCE<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080\"><em>&#8220;I see no hope for the future of our people if it depends on the frivolous youth of today, because it is certain that all young people are inconsiderate beyond words. When I was young, we were taught to be discreet and respectful of the elders, but today\u2019s youth is extremely disrespectful and impatient of any constraint.&#8221; (Hesiod, 8th century BCE).<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080\"><em>&#8220;What is happening with our young people? They disrespect their elders, they disobey their parents. They ignore the law. They revolt in the streets, inflamed by crazy ideas. Their morals deteriorate. What will become of them?&#8221; (<a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/greek-philosophy-mythology-timeos-critias-plato-s-atlantis.html\">Plato<\/a>, The Republic, 5th century BCE)<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080\"><em>\u00abYoung people are idealistic because they have not yet been humiliated by life, nor experienced the force of circumstances. &#8230; They think they know everything, and are always quite sure of it.&#8217; (Aristotle, Rhetoric, 4th century BCE).<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\n<span style=\"color: #800080\"><em>&#8220;The age of our fathers was worse than that of our grandfathers. We, their sons, are worse than they are; thus, in our turn, we will give the world an even more corrupt offspring.&#8221; (Horace, Book III of Odes, 1st century BCE).<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #800080\"><em>&#8220;The young people of today think only of themselves. They have no respect for their parents or the elderly. They are impatient with any constraint. They speak as if they knew everything, and what passes for wisdom with us is madness to them.&#8221; (Peter the Hermit, 13th century).\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-78786\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/herve-banlieue-ancienne-25xe-1000x600-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1000\" height=\"600\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Soulless World<\/h4>\n<p>In his pocket, his fingers hold an old lighter without a flame. Herv\u00e9 has not been smoking for a long time. He keeps the object out of habit, useless talisman from another time. All around him rustle a language that is not his own, not that of his memories, nor even that of his dreams. He is not afraid, no. But he no longer understands. And the worst thing, perhaps, is that no one tries to explain anymore.<\/p>\n<p>It works because there is nothing else to do.\u00a0 He always walks, the step a little heavier, not because of fatigue, but because of that inner gravity that settles when we know too much. Not on the sidelines, but in excess. Bitterness follows him, crouching behind his dragging step, but he doesn\u2019t give in. Not yet. It\u2019s a walk, after all. A walk in the ruins of a world that ignores itself.<\/p>\n<p>As if the world, in its frenetic race, had crossed some invisible threshold that one cannot cross without leaving their soul there. It is not anger that holds him back. It is no longer bitterness. It is a calm, vast despair, all the more profound as he no longer seeks to struggle. He is not one of those who whine. He hates the complaint. He has always held her to be a sister of defeat.<\/p>\n<p>But he feels within him that something sad that floats, persistent, this mist of melancholy that rises when we look at a world we no longer believe in for too long. Not because it would have become brutal \u2014 it has always been \u2014, but because it became empty. Hollow. A world of screens and signals, trivial emergencies and soft convictions. Nothing is held back. Nothing is weighed anymore. Everything dissolves in the instant and the abandonment.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>Never forget that everything is ephemeral, so you will never be too happy in happiness, nor too sad in sorrow.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Socrates<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Refusal<\/h4>\n<p>He thinks of this word, suddenly, as a silent revolt: refusal. Say no. To this onslaught of vulgarity, to the elimination of differences, to the tyranny of entertainment, to organized amnesia.<\/p>\n<p>Say no, not out of reactionary nostalgia, but out of loyalty. Loyalty to what he loved, to what he knew to be beautiful, noble, worthy.<\/p>\n<p>Say no because saying yes would be a lie. He does not dream of turning back the clock\u2014he is not fooled \u2014 but he refuses to endorse what comes next. To pretend to understand what, fundamentally, is the horror. This world that has erected excesses in freedom and indifference in tolerance.<\/p>\n<p>Herv\u00e9 thinks about courage. Not the one of bronze heroes, but the one, <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/humility-shield.html\">more humble, more silent<\/a>, of those who hold on. Who do not give up thinking, judging, naming things. He thinks of this sentence read once in a forgotten book: <span style=\"color: #800080\"><em>&#8220;The last act of courage is to remain standing in a world on its knees.&#8221; <\/em>(1)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Even alone, even old, it still holds.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 15px;color: #800080\">(1) <em>&#8220;Es mejor morir de pie que vivir toda una vida arrodillado&#8221;,<\/em> ie <em>&#8220;Better to die standing than live a whole life on bended knee.&#8221;\u00a0 ~~<\/em>Emiliano Zapata (1879-1919)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-78792\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/terrasse-cafe-1950-aa-25xe-700x420-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"420\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">All Is Signed<\/h4>\n<p>He looks up. The street of his childhood is there, disfigured, noisy, foreign. But he still sticks to it, straight, even if it serves no purpose. He does not ask that the world resemble him. He asks for nothing, in truth. He does not demand a return of order, nor a miracle. He just wants to keep the right to say no. Not to bend. Not to abandon oneself to joyful nothingness.<\/p>\n<p>And in this refusal, there may be, despite everything, a form of hope. Fragile, but tenacious. An ember. A remnant of humanity.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"perfect-quotes\"><p>You must not loose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean. If a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean doesn&#8217;t become dirty.<\/p><footer class=\"blockquote-footer\">Mohandas Gandhi<\/footer><\/blockquote>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Despite himself, without thinking about it, Harvey stopped at the corner of the street, where an old newspaper kiosk once stood, now replaced by a parcel dispenser. The consumption of each replaces information for all. Sign of the times&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The Elder observes, immobile. Absent in appearance, but in him, everything is presence. Nothing escapes him. His tense, lucid consciousness weighs every detail. The children who no longer play. The looks that avoid each other. The facades without grace. And this humanity, once palpable, carnal, vibrant in simple exchanges, he sees it only implicitly \u2014 like a residual memory in cracked concrete.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Organized Decline<\/h4>\n<p>Humanity, for him, is not a slogan. It is neither a project nor a conquest. It is a legacy, a fragile deposit received from his fathers and that he would have liked to pass on, intact, or at least alive. She lodges in the outstretched hand, the right word, respectful silence before the elder, modesty in the face of suffering. It is made of simple gestures, silent fidelity, discreet elegance. All that seems to have evaporated.<\/p>\n<p>And yet \u2014 he feels it\u2014that humanity there, which was believed to be outdated, will become necessary again. Not out of morality, but out of survival. He guesses that if everything wavers\u2014and everything is already wavering\u2014, then the need for the other will resurface, as a first obvious fact. Not the abstract, communitarized or protest-oriented &#8216;other&#8217;, but the other human, a companion of disarray, similar in collapse. The real, concrete otherness in the face of fear, chaos, and the immense solitude that already settles <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/philosophy-michel-jonasz-self-revolution-change-it-all.html\">in hearts saturated with individualism<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>He no longer believes in grand speeches. He knows from experience that this division, this fracture of the common fabric, is not the result of chance. He watched her too much methodically set up. Fragmenting, separating, isolating: pitting men against each other, diluting affiliations, mocking transmission, destroying landmarks\u2014all this was intended. Thought. Organized. He is sure of it. But he also knows \u2014small comfort\u2014 that the powerful, in their icy cynicism, have not measured the scope of a simple <strong>no<\/strong>.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-78802\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/salon-de-l-auto-1960-25xe-900x540-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"540\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">Certainty<\/h4>\n<p>This not that one does not scream but that one wears. This not that one experiences, this intimate, radical refusal to let oneself be taken in. Refusal of ugliness. <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/universal-lie.html\">Refusal of lies<\/a>. Refusal of servitude in all its forms. Our inviolable citadel is a cathedral of silence at the heart of the clamor.<\/p>\n<p>And then, amidst these thoughts that are linked like tectonic plates, an intuition floods Herv\u00e9 with a limpid <a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/tree-certainties.html\">certainty<\/a>, almost violent in its clarity: beauty is the only way out.<\/p>\n<p>Not the decorative or complaisant beauty, but the one, naked, demanding, that elevates. <span style=\"color: #800080\"><strong>Beauty as a counterpoison, as resistance<\/strong><\/span>. A light that cannot be discussed, that cannot be consumed, that cannot be traded.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He knows it now: nothing will be able to tear him away from that nucleus. Neither the ambient vulgarity, nor the organized indifference, nor the speeches of experts and managers.<\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\"color: #993300\">Citadel<\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>Because beauty is not governed. <\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>It receives itself. It contemplates itself. It saves.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>And he, an old man discreet in a street that no longer <\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>recognizes him, may only have one role to play: stay.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>To be that presence that says no, in silence.<\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>And who, out of fidelity to the legacy of standing men, <\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>still watches, somewhere in the depths of collapse, for the return of a glimmer.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-78795\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/flamme-chandelle-25xe-700x420-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"700\" height=\"420\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2><span style=\"color: #993300\">Alain Aillet Sayings<\/span><\/h2>\n<ul id=\"item_3486\" class=\"collapse show\" aria-expanded=\"true\">\n<li><span style=\"color: #993300\">Harvey the Elder<\/span><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Garden of yours, fairy place of changing facts whose effect reinvents us.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/garden-of-facts.html\">The Garden of Facts<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"By day, he walks in our world. He drinks bland coffee. At night, he looks for openings.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/hardware2.html\">The Hardware Fault 2<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"A city erased from maps, eaten away by oblivion like posters peeled from a damp wall.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/shadows-hardware.html\">Shadows Hardware 1<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Message to the bitter, for those who watch when the gods sleep\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/message-in-bitter.html\">Message in a Bitter<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The Spirit? A rumor of pixels, stretching its wired complaint. The material? Holographic flesh!\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/distorted-i.html\">The Distorted I<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"On an ageless night, I descended into the womb of dreams. I saw the light\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/star-traveler.html\">Star Traveler<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"By opening the old mahogany chiffonier,  he had not sought to find anything\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/purple-ribbon.html\">The Purple Ribbon<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Every morning, around nine o'clock, he settles down on the same terrace. There, he looks.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/immortals-cafe.html\">Immortals Caf\u00e9<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"He wakes up again, without haste, as one comes back from a journey that cannot be written.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/aurochs-ford-2.html\">Aurochs Ford 2<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"When the rain crackles on the tiles of his house, Aurochs Ford Street, he gives himself to dreams\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/aurochs-ford.html\">Aurochs Ford 1<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"At Pech-Merle, that day, I learned nothing. But I received everything. From point to point.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/pech-merle.html\">Pech Merle<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"At a time before oblivion, men walked to the sacred,  to the winds of legends.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/light-sons.html\">The Sons of Light<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Women in a circle.  Guttural and fluid songs.  Runes written on the water.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/eternally.html\">Eternally<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"When you face the unknown, the company of a fairy is a good thing.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/planet-e.html\">Planet E<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"On the traces of the golden tongue, Alain Aillet still crosses the track of the invaders of Hyperborea\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/from-tautavel-to-bozouls.html\">From Tautavel To Bozouls<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Alain Aillet regales us with a mythological deciphering of which he has the secret with that of the Golden Tongue.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/odious-odin-frightening-freya.html\">Odious Odin, Frightening Freya<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The Teutonic language has kept a good part of the original language\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/teutonic-language-origins-althochdeutsch.html\">Teutonic, Archetypal Language<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The origin of all languages can be found in ancient German and in all modern languages\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/planet-babel-protolanguage-deutsch-teuteh.html\">Planet Babel<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"Linguistics studies written languages, phonology studies sounds of languages\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/linguistics-phonology-marcellocquin.html\">Sounds And Languages<\/a><\/li>\n<li><a title=\"The world salvation depends on the all-powerful ship in space.\" href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-golden-tongue.html\">The Golden Tongue<\/a><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-28576\" src=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/langue-d-or-caracteres-anciens-wkpd-1200X720px.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"720\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>They came from the planet Ur, <\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>like Urals. They had a mission, <\/strong><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #993300\"><strong>they came to arrange the Earth.<\/strong><\/span><span class=\"chapo\"><br \/>\n(<a href=\"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/the-golden-tongue.html\">read the rest<\/a>)<\/span><\/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>Herv\u00e9 is appalled by the rapid decline of our civilization. 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