3C IS THE KEY
Benadam
Translated from French by Lady K; footnotes and bracketed notes by Lady K
This is my Cry-tique for avoiding Crime; and to give your cake back with cream.
Dear Comrades,
This is C, a dear CCC post for the dear, sent by a dove, a bird of peace for all the friends of the CCC: Club of Comrades with Heart [Coeur].
A complicated little post but clear. Dramatic, but comical.
C is the Koran or the Cross of Christ, or a more tolerant pyramid. Picture four faces: four religious books that meet in a single and unique point of communion... this is the magnetic universal FORCE. Allah, Gott, God, Dieu: and while it's raining let le(d)=b and in turn le(u)=n; God becomes more fully defined.
Each plays at C, Creator and Law. And the grand play! It's this, here, that is created by grand deity, the grand playground. He who wins at play is the one who well understands and respects the rule of play, or he who has LUCK.
He who loses must guard the faith for the next time, and must still guard it if there are no other
times. When one participates one has guarded at minimum one's self and one's dignity, like a disciplined player. He who doesn't guard the faith plays outside the law and is going to destroy his soul.
Man is a computer, a superb machine well constructed by the grand Creator. And each machine or apparatus has a construction and is guided by an architect. Man must know this, otherwise the machine would've produced other things.
And the guide of Man is the sacred books that man has ignored or manipulated to authorize the forbidden or vice versa. In that case Man plays outside the law -- creates arms -- he is on a path of destruction! And for constructing this, Man will be destroyed.
One must work collectively with knowledge, for a communal force. One must divide equitably, be tolerant and accepting of cultures, know how to communicate, and to shed light especially on the issue of ARMS.
This shows one has the key, the courage, the energy... the common remedy for turning the key, for seeing the clear path. [1] And common to the three Cs is love. It is tempered by the burden of reality; it must adapt to changes of climate.
C is a the chosen letter! Of sky [2], upon which all the continents rely, a communal point, upon which all realistic images are given, upon which all new is transmitted, upon which actual lives are said to be wasted. (But this is beautiful if it returns one to plain contact with the sky! One can choose to see the marvel of things.)
Death, I do not fear. It is a fraction of a second. Afterwards one is in an ocean of time! And beauty without horizon.
We must not say that the good deity is unjust; we must come to an understanding of reason, the reason of DEATH, the pain of separation. We can not judge, since we know little. Nor can we resolve a system of several equations and variants. And note the variable word. [3] This shows that we are not gong to arrive at a single solution. Our ability to know is limited.
How f(x)=y in R=[-infinity, infinity]: Man= x + a sudden fraction (changing in an unlimited time!!) = life = Y... !!!!!
OK; why such a painting. After a work of concentration, I look at my canvas again, choose and look for colors with simpler sentiments. With love and shifting like the weather.
And don't forget DEATH. Imagine how we will be on the ground after our years of production, work. And particularly we know that man has a measure of the limits of his understanding: we arrive as surely as sardines in a can of conserves.
C is a key for closing the doors of nightmare, of chaos, of confusion, and opening the only door of the clear path, concrete, full of compromise and without corruption. [4]
One must agree to reunite, smile, in this plain life. Why? To be friends, to not follow the philosophy of making enemies.
With friends, one harvests; with enemies, one is appalled.
Actually there is AMI [friendship] and AM [being]! We must be careful not lose the rose in the pain.
Each Thing begins with a choice or a law and he who guards the faith can be the sunset. He says good evening and guards hope. We are going to return again and see...
It is folly. Always if I am isolated, concentrating or meditating, a cat appears. The same at the cyber cafe. A cat insists on sitting on my feet. It's bizarre. The cats are of mystery, like me. And I am there for writing; I have decided it's the same as vertigo. This eases me into my release!
... My brain is full of holes. My heart full of hearts. My body is in fire...
I am in the air; I am not complete outside of myself, but I am a little absent, preparing for the next defense in this life full of suffering.
Reality can be all present. Yet we do not see if we know too much.
And reality can be far, and still we do not see, we know nothing.
Whether too much or nothing it's OK; and between the two it's best.
To be cool like a clown, to be patient like a camel, to be sensible and resistant like a poppy, to be curious like a cat, to be true like a dog, to be free like a duck; to be daft like a pig, to be dangerous like a cobra, compatible like a chameleon, to be strong like a horse; not cabbage! Like a jerk, to be carefree like a cicada. [5]
In animals there are friends. The year + friends. To write is my Cry...
My thoughts that let me pass the time -- Yes, the time! -- I share with you. But if you please, do not say that I am insane. Yet a madman never says he's mad! But I know to whom I address myself.
C is the first stage of the moon, a croissant which becomes a circle at the third stage of the moon. Like the sun; the earth; the planets; the cells, the ovum, like zero... like the pretty apple from which the humans (Adam, Eve) have torn a morsel. And our now our apple begins to be like C! Man has destroyed the apple, the earth; his bad curiosity for knowledge will never be satisfied. And the circle becomes an ARC, a C, a hole in the ozone...
To write is my Cry.... in a small old house of several rooms [6]; on the foothill of a mountain, surrounded by the flowers very sensible and resistant: Poppies. With a charming woman, the beautiful songs of a well-known singer. Mr. Duck, and the small prince of his kingdom play sensibly on the piano; and near the fireplace with the Dear Friends of the Heart of Clubs... and a champagne which renders the climate warm... all this together chants a song of peace...
Couscous with the meat of a goat and mushrooms and cherries, white chocolate and French cheese...
And chanting together a Song of peace...
In battle, love, happiness and glory. Not bothering oneself with cost, not resenting this play, even if one is deaf or soundless to others...
Timidity, anguish, are modern maladies...
And happiness is the dream. Or to love... a friend. One speaks directly with one's friends...
[1] Some key "c" words here: knowledge=connaissances, = to communicate=communiquer, key=cle, clear path=chemin clair
[2] sky=ciel
[3] By "variable word" I believe the author refers to the variable paths to salvation in religious books.
[4] nightmare=cauchemar, clear path=chemin clair
[5] Most of the animals and their attributes begin with the letter "c" in French.
[6] Again, many of the nouns and adjectives in this scene begin with the letter "c".
