“Once upon a time, there was a funny little girl who loved walking in the forest. She found happiness and pleasure among the beautiful flowers and the lush banana plantation.
Yes, she lived over there, in a magical forest where banana trees, palm trees and old oaks were everywhere. She loved to wander around, as cats and dogs never barked at each other. Only one or two oaks grumbled about the flowering time of the banana trees, which they thought were growing far too fast and far too many at the same time.
But reason dictated that there was something for everyone. Even the squirrel, whose hazelnut never left the banana tree indifferent, sometimes reached out his arm to help rid it of one of its bunches, which were far too cumbersome for its beautiful leaves. The ones that were as big as they were strong, to protect a family of ants that were quite numerous too.”

Wisdom would have wanted this story to become sad and full of allegories about our world today. But today I've given up carrying the truth of the prevailing despair to bring a little fantasy back into this world, and for that only this strange forest of all mysteries could remedy the problem. 

And of course, the only problem is the solution. That's why I'm hammering away this morning at finding a cure for despair. But why do so many people think that relying on this or that head of state, political party or other would mean renouncing one's own self?
It's true that only the reasonable thought of not being fit to lead a nation on our own can provoke fear and dismay, should we ever find ourselves in this position. So why always look for the small beast in those who are trying to move towards something better? Because no matter how much we're learning about ourselves, we must always, I think, try to understand the origin of our inability to sort things out. At least, that's what most of the people who govern us from all sides are probably telling themselves: “We've got to explain to these ignorant little thinkers that the truth will come from one of us.” 
But no, we're not, because we're capable of thinking and, above all, we know that sometimes we have to beat evil with evil, even if it's rough on our souls more often than not. So perhaps, instead of saying that current American governance is made up of I don't know what enemy of the good, let's let it clean itself up, and then simply see if it was worth it to be so ecstatic about its arrival.

Perhaps they're only there to demonstrate a point about the truth. The truth that we created in order to rid ourselves of the same lie that we created.
And yes, I do mean on our part, having allowed ourselves to be lulled to sleep by beautiful words full of grace, when in fact they were nothing but deceit and other words of dilettantes to humanity. But we also have to stop robbing these same people of hope, by constantly telling us that everyone is rotten, that everyone is decaying, etc. 
We know that. However, if we are to initiate change, we have to start somewhere, so that we can stop deluding ourselves about a savior who will never come. But perhaps it's necessary to start with a man or a woman, even if that person doesn't at first sight fit in with our pattern of functioning. The right cleaning lady isn't necessarily the nicest one, but the one who'll be able to sort out the house and remove the stubborn cobwebs, even if your pleasant side doesn't suit her. You have to know how to live up to what you want, and that's never easy. 

It's true that we look for answers in the crystal balls of fortune-tellers on the internet, a bit like me sometimes. But the most important thing is not to promise a radiant future without explaining that the passage will be complicated, and full of personal questioning for every human being who walks this earth.
So perhaps we also need to remind people that change is often painful, because it means giving up things they thought they were doing peacefully.
But yes, it's hard and it hurts to realize the state of our society, and that any change requires reason and qualified people to initiate it and make it last over time. So let's stop promising doom every time another leader of I don't know what transverse mission, whether adverse or positively highlighted by some clairvoyant or journalist, takes on a dimension that could be described as important for initiating a transformation of today's world.

We're free to think for ourselves, and to make up our minds about anyone without fearing a revolt ignored by the media. It's a fine thing to tell people, scorned and lulled to sleep for so long by the unreal fantasy of a world where all the so-called great men would work for peace, to start fighting. Fighting requires expertise, organization and courage. Courage that can only come about if we work on ourselves, choosing and respecting it with a clear conscience. For me, shouting from the rooftops that so-and-so isn't quite clear about his intentions, describing him as masked by fear of his own courage, is just one facet of our lack of courage. And once again, I'm getting in the way, because only the truth that we admit to ourselves allows us to find the courage to stop being paralysed by fear. This post-traumatic syndrome of civilizational failure, which is currently being displayed not only on the social fear screens of networks of all kinds, but also in the daily lives of many people.
How can we enjoy being alive and full of joy if every time an international political event seems to give people hope, it's quickly decried for what it could bring in return?

But in seeking and hoping for the backlash of misfortune, we only attract it to our own view. Ours, that of never seeing ourselves as anything other than a nobody, unqualified for social life and above all for running a state. That's why our politicians are useless, because we lacked hope when we chose the one who, perhaps because of his clumsiness or shy look, didn't inspire confidence. Perhaps it's time we acted with a clear conscience, electing each of our representatives through a lens of hope rather than “that's the way it is”, because this one prevents us from thinking big, from seeing beyond the possibilities of a stale partition.
Well then, instead of continuing my headless story of a voluptuous forest and a senseless child wandering through it, safe from nothing, not even that famous big bad wolf, I wanted to share with you my astonishment at the lack of hope transmitted on all those waves of anger that is the internet in general. And I'm not just talking about X or my own personal network on a daily basis, no I'm trying to understand why talking about hope seems so hard for so many people. Those who take pleasure in the eternal death of a society, vilifying it from all sides, without ever realizing that death has an end, and it's called peace.

So let us all be blessed with the word peace, so that we can finally extricate ourselves from the prevailing despair. And I know it's difficult, so let's leave it to those we think might be up to it for a while, only to take our place and ensure that abuses of power are no longer legion.
But only we have the key, because spreading the thought of fear and despair only reinforces this state of affairs. I'm not asking you to be amazed by the eternal, joyful rising sun, no. I'm asking you to add the reason for the rise of the sun. What I'm asking is for reason to be brought to bear on current events, those that are brutal for some and super-genius for others. Let's strike a balance by observing that to sweep things under the rug, you have to sweep away the sideways glances of those who are finally trying to sweep something under the rug, no matter how implacable the face of hatred may appear to some. And I'm not talking about the fear of being loved by one's own vision of oneself, no, I'm talking about being willing to look for what hatred of others induces: fear. So let's stop hating and start being willing to restore balance, through our good vision of what we really are. Human beings who need a fairly secure playground, not one that's open to the lust of the first person to come along about what the world would be like without good rules to go by.

That's how it is, when deregulation means resetting the counters. Well, maybe we have to go all the way, and that's what we're doing right now. We need to destroy the absurd with the absurd to restore meaning to our gestures, our actions and our daily way of life.
It's a funny story, too, when humanity becomes the nonsense that even Hollywood can't manage to stage these days.
Watching the curtain fall is what causes the pain of today's field of vision, not hatred of one or the other. 
Watching the true misery of the human soul on its way to nothingness, that's what hurts. 
To realize that the spectacle is no longer the grace of the living denarius, but the horror of blackmail on the very freedom to be a human being. 
So let's get the human machine moving again, by thinking about what we would like, not what is no longer liveable in the future. We need to change everything, right up to the absolute passage of the moon between the strange machines that never managed to land on it. But that's another story, dear friends...
I wish you a beautiful day full of hope about being a human being worthy of thinking, believing, reflecting and giving your point of view on what would make the future a much more suitable place than the present.