The torrential rains at the end of winter in the mild American region had just wiped out a beautiful story. That of the little guy with no real hunger for meaning.

He had eaten so much false and truncated food, that his appetite was growing to satisfy a hunger almost as gargantuan as a galaxy in search of stars to guide its travelers. But what kind of stomach could demand so much food, without ever realizing that the real reason for his hunger came from his human madness, greedy for all the treats and sweets this universe had to offer. Our little guy’s belly wanted to touch everything, even the most forbidden of fruits, the one that the citizen of his beautiful, strong little country protected from everywhere.

Indeed, the nimble poet's rare foodstuffs turned out to be little people bred from all sides to carry on the continuity from one generation of life-lovers to the next.

They could be found everywhere, on the road, on farms, in the aisles of the usual supermarkets and even in the bays of a school that was supposed to teach them the most beautiful of virtues. The one that knowledge should always be. But since the hunger of the little walking guy got bigger by the day, the little bubbles of freshness that were supposed to grow ad infinitum also disappeared from the circulation of the famous corridor of life. But how could a single being of untold hunger make use of everything the planet had, without knowing any limits.

How on earth?

And it's a question that many people were asking themselves in this country, as famine ravaged the mountains of happiness to fill the cemeteries of bitterness to life. Nothing made sense anymore, as children disappeared under the constraints of this famous merchant of knowledge, or rather of ignorance itself. In fact, to have enough to eat, you first have to grow up and become autonomous, in order to earn the salary you need to be self-sufficient. But in this case, the salary of this gentleman, as hungry as a great intergalactic cow that might well resemble that deceitful Beelzebub, was asking for too much. Far too much! Because the sacrifice of a little bubble for a faded old bar of soap wasn't worth it. And yet, from the top of his indelicate desk, this famous phony gentleman seemed harmless. Especially when the latter introduced him as an intruder to his own being these days, to understand that he was surely not alone, and that many other members of his so phony family were becoming suspects in the disappearance of all those beautiful bubbles. The ones with the hair of the little angel they all were, before evaporating unaware of the beautiful life that awaited them.

But the commissioner of national secrecy had decided to conceal all this from the world of the living, because the latter didn't like having its chances of survival concealed, and they were dwindling by the day.

Not only did the children disappear, but a witch in the shape of an Asian hornet was trying to sting them everywhere. But unlike the hornet's destiny, which is to sting, sting and sting until it exterminates its enemies everywhere, this one wasn't really Asian. No, it came from the little state cave where the big bad wolf hid the biggest starves. Yes, yes, the same one who wanted to eat Little Red Riding Hood after swallowing her grandmother, and all that would be left would be a father and mother suffering a strange, lightning-fast disappearance for the rest of their lives.

And that's just what happened over there, when the endless appetite of our guys strange family began not only to steal old grandmothers and their beloved spouses, but also the youngest bubbles of truth from life. And all this under the disguise of good old grandma, who like the big bad wolf wasn't really who she said she was.

But who was hiding behind the glasses of benevolence and knowledge with the impossible missing reason?

That's a good question, because our dear phony gentleman wasn't really up to donning the garb of the bad wolf. But in reality, they were numerous and innocent at first glance, hiding behind the soldier of truth not to be divulged, the better to hide it from the whole world. But why so much hatred, why so much willingness to eat all the children and grandmothers who once populated this brave region of all hopes?

It had to be said that wolves always seemed to originate from the great forests of the nearby steppe, and even more so his wicked demands on the typical family of this beautiful country called America. But suddenly an error appeared on the big hunting board of the guy’s family, or rather the wolf pack. The wolf pack seemed to reproduce in a very strange way. It brought to the light of peoples' peoples little children rescued from the clutches of a wolf, the one who served only to spot the handiest and puniest of toddlers, whose bubble would surely burst sooner or later.

They helped themselves to the ladle at the foot of the bed of infamous felony, when the grandmother was no longer the one preparing the jams of the true transmission of the soul from one generation to the next.

No, she was becoming this funny Goblin, who studied death to better divulge its sense of fear to all those generations. The ones she was making to dam up smiles, hope and even the will to live with a sense of good light at the end.

But what had happened in this strange country to kill the very essence of its perpetual rebirth?

That's something our history won't tell you today!

But what I'm about to tell you is perhaps more important than the origin of all this infamy, in the service of a darkness far brighter than they thought in the end.

And yes, when the path to nothingness begins to set in motion the destruction of a meaningless humanity, the Whole resurfaces, and rather quickly, to prevent the emergence of this nothingness which is just as important as the Whole. But the light must always be the right one in the end, no matter how it is achieved. And so we come to the end of the service of the bell of nothingness, or rather of the guy that eats everything it wants.

So when indigestion becomes visible, so does the wolf. He can no longer contain his disguise as a good-for-all grandmother, even the jams of death destined to eliminate anyone who dares to put a paw on her granddaughter's skirt. And that's what we're witnessing now, for the grandmother has just defined the notion of a lie by depriving the wolf of his caprice to assert nothingness, and of the very deception of his soul. For the soul is not visible to all. Yet it knows how to recognize the one who wants to prevent it from growing in peace, from one life to the next. And that's why our grandmother, the earth, the universe and this famous All, are now going to show us that nothingness can lead to the Great All without even making the slightest effort to invest in it.

Just look at the small country described in this story. Indeed, when nothingness and the All come face to face, only peace can balance the universe. And don't worry, it's on its way up in the polls of many souls to the agony of those famous wolves, who not only destroyed the generations to come with one masterful sting, let's face it, but thought they could dominate every living thing on this earth.

Well no, it's too late, for the volcano of fertility to life is now about to unleash its greatest geyser of lava, to remind the wolves that nothingness is much closer to the Whole than they thought.

See you soon, folks, to talk about the Whole in all good faith, because it's obviously the latter that's now going to open the gates of Madame Peace on the territory of these famous Americans.

Any comparison with real people would of course be purely coincidental, and the malicious intent of such a misguided mind...