{"id":62451,"date":"2026-07-27T05:00:53","date_gmt":"2026-07-27T04:00:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=62451"},"modified":"2026-07-26T21:17:53","modified_gmt":"2026-07-26T20:17:53","slug":"human-comedy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/human-comedy.html","title":{"rendered":"Human Comedy"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Balzac wrote The Human Comedy<\/em>: a hundred novels showing diverse lives. I borrow this title in a completely different sense. What everyone does here on earth is a game, a code, a comedy. Here on earth, diverse lives are all the same. Above, elsewhere, there is a meta-reality that one may discover in its dreadful splendor.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n\"\"Honor\u00e9 de Balzac, pen name of Honor\u00e9 Balzac, 1799-1850, French writer, left more than ninety novels and short stories published from 1829 to 1855, collected under the title of La Com\u00e9die humaine.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

To this are added Les Cent Contes drolatiques, as well as early novels published under pseudonyms and some twenty-five sketched works.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

\nHonor\u00e9 de Balzac at 25 years old — portrait in the wash by Achille Dev\u00e9ria<\/h5>\n

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I didn\u2019t do all that. If I\u2019ve experienced wonders, honestly, it wasn\u2019t my fault. Don\u2019t look to me for merit or a destiny.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going my way and without hurting myself for nothing<\/em>, says the song which adds:
\nMy grandfather\u2019s father was the king of beggars and I in my misery I am always happy.<\/em><\/p>\n

Since childhood, my life has led me along winding and improbable paths. I didn\u2019t care where they led, I followed them all, sure it would be the best place I could dream of.\u00a0<\/p>\n

This insolent chance is not my fault, it is part of the plan.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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I Attack<\/h4>\n

All this luck is explained by the goal. It is defined in advance, without my knowledge. I\u2019m quite old now, the quirks of my daily life could be put down to senility. The immediate loss of memory, it all started there. I get up to go look for some object, the time to take three steps, I don\u2019t remember what I\u2019m looking for. Emptied my head, it\u2019s the great white.\u00a0<\/p>\n

The gerontologist will tell you that this is common after 70 years. I am 77. Only what the gerontologist does not say is that we also lose the memory of our past. The old incidents in our lives also disappear. It\u2019s all memory that is affected by age. Memories die, you forget your heart. But this isn\u2019t my case. I remember perfectly everything I learned during my long studies. So long that they still last. There, no loss. What I was able to find during my astral journeys<\/a> is clearer than if it were yesterday. What touches my passion, the distant past of humans, has no memory gap. Astral memory<\/a> intact, even improved. My case is not just about gerontology.<\/p>\n

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\"\"I’d like to change the color of the times, change the colors of the world. <\/span>(music)<\/a><\/h5>\n

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Elsewhere is Here<\/h4>\n

I navigate at sight between fragments of past lives, I go through sequences from several eras mixed with others from elsewhere, I don\u2019t know where. Parallel worlds are interspersed between the various sequences of my here and now, making understanding even more chaotic. I don\u2019t get it. And that\u2019s not coming from old age.<\/p>\n

I am here and elsewhere, I am yesterday and tomorrow. I see the future as clearly as the origin of this planet, four billion years ago. It\u2019s not the result of senselessness. I\u2019ve always had access to other reality shots, and it keeps getting better.<\/p>\n

I have always been on the fringes of the mundane experience of this humanity, which is commonly called reality<\/a>. Those who are not there, who refuse it, are fools. The opposite is true. This reality results from a pact that is imposed on us since childhood<\/a> by multiple forms of slack. School, religion, the army, politics, the world of work, the quest for pleasure, the obsession with money…<\/p>\n

\nGuided By Dreams<\/h4>\n

This common “reality” can appear within me, of course; my survival depends on it. Now it blends with the virtual and the astral. A messy stew. I land my rabbit there. All of this is shaken, mixed, stirred to form the broth that feeds my soul. It forms a single moment of life with its own coherence, which each time tells me an original story, that of our species. Because we are not alone. Other intelligent beings direct us through dreams.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n

Extrahuman, adj. Who is of a nature other than human. In many ways, Po\u00eb\u2019s literature is extra or superhuman.<\/p>