We
sinned against the ecosystem of sense
We
wanted to be main
and owners of the total system itself.
Masters and owners of all his potential difference. Masters and
owners of all his creative spiritual energy. Masters and owners of
his hot source and its cold well. Masters and owners not only of our
included possible but also of our including impossible.
We
sinned against the opening.
The
most serious sin against the ecosystem of the sense was to deny its
essential opening.
We believed to be able to make it function inside a fence, like a
simple mechanics, contracted on itself, buckled in schizoid autonomy.
We
started to enclose
our space of humanity. We believed being able to make function
exponentially our possibilities inside the fence of our schizoid
autonomy. We believed in an illusory buckling in a gigantic feedback
the
exits of our system on its entries. We forgot the essential opening
of any living system, the ecosystem of the sense
still more than all the others. Obsessed by our prowness and happy
in front of our interior installations we forgot that there is a
'outside' of our cave. Unconcerned about the laws of energy and the
impossible to circumvent entropy of any closed system. We didn't see,
for example, the impossibility to make exponentially function an
infinite
dynamics - 'progress', such as we imagined it - inside a finished
space.
We
thought our horizons were unlimited. We believed that every thing was
possible without the Other one. We declared 'impassable' the horizon
of our ideologies. But isn't the forest precisely the 'impassable'
horizon for a chimpanzee? We are not finished measuring the
narrowness of our thought and the small gleams of our candle ends
which we take for the 'Lights'.
It
is only for a little time that our closed system can thus give itself
the illusion to turn nevertheless. Because the momentum is prolonged
by kinetic inertia. Because the tanks are not yet empty. Because
there remain the prophets and the witnesses of elsewhere. But
unrelentingly plays the entropy.
Mortal.
We
sinned against the Source.
A
world which mistakes the ground water of its sources quickly will be
condemned to drink the water of its adulterated cisterns.
We
believed to keep our divine disproportion by refusing its source, the
Alliance, which gives it sense. Once the schizoid man become
'supreme' he gets the superhuman task to invent man unceasingly! But
where to begin and where to end between the beautiful 'idea' of Man
and the 'reality' of the human too human? How will man get a
genealogy? How will he be able to get back his innocence? At which
source will he draw meaning?
We
sinned against the Verb which makes us human.
It is
nevertheless at the antipodes of a possible crisis that 'the' Speech
had started to function in autonomy. Since its first nominalist
babbling, through its Renaissance jubilations, until its power and
its glory, it was only euphoric certainty of growth and progress ad
infinitum.
As
a new
man making up logos, a schizoid substitute of the Word, it was
believed, like it, creator of humanity. And more than that, creator
of super-humanity.
Because
there can only be mankind when a verb says it in humanity. And this
verb, finally, archaeologically, can have only two origins, either a
dialogue,
or a monologue.
The dialogue starts with the Word of the Other one. The monologue
begins with the Speech of the Same one.
The
Speech of our modern world, from its root on, is a Speech of the Same. A
human decision. A decision of schizoid anthropocentric autonomy. That
functions perfectly well, from the beginning on, and even better and
better thereafter. And it seemed it could also go on infinitely.
Why
do all our optimistic ideologies finish to be found lamentably in the
dustbins of the history? An answer unceasingly insists. And it is
alone to resist its negation. It shouts the reason of the failure and
the urgency of a conversion. Humanity is not emerging from itself and
is not enclosed in itself.
Man does
not have at his disposal his ultimate including. Humanity is from…
Always, already,
from…
From the Other one. The including of our house in
a state of grace is
God himself.
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