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"We cannot defend freedom abroad by deserting it at home"  - Edward R. Murrow

John Perkins "Confessions of an Economic Hit Man" In my investigation of the World Bank (via internet, people's opionions, T.V.), I stumbled across this book of John Perkins (the author of "Confessions of an Economic Hit Man") (Thank you Franco to make me stumble). This made me think this often re-occuring thought to me: What can I believe ? Who tells the truth ? Certainly issues like censure, lying, fathers of wishes, frustrated wrong-waying people, etc... make it almost impossible to find out the truth. I feel like walking in a forest, trying to see the trees ánd the forest, then realizing I am blind and could be anywhere. If someone out there knows any way to find out any truth, or at least to narrow it all down to usefull probabilities, let me know and I'll put you as a candidate for a Nobel Prize.

I got some chocolates with sayings inside their papers. One is very nice or maybe very self appropriate:  Il faut deux ans pour apprender à parler et toute une vie pour apprender à se taire.   In English, but rather literally (maybe less nice): It takes 2 years to learn and speak and a whole life to learn and shut up.

I believe that a lot of poor countries have a lot to do with poor (selfish) politics. While looking for a job to help people, I finally came across a statement that expresses one of my deepest feelings, coming from a philosophy that for anyone to deserve happiness in this world, one should help in letting the whole world having the same chances first. Only then, the next steps can be taken. I would even exagerate and say that the more one does for the poorer, and the more poor the latter, the more that one should merit happiness. And I am not talking about results, but about the effort one makes in it. (e.g. One can't possibly think that a billionaire offering 0.001 % of his wealth for such a cause and in that way and budget helping more people, has done anything more than one that himself almost has nothing and offering 50% . Though the first might have more results and helped more people, I find that the latter disserves the most credit!) Anyway, babbling about again. That se...

I have had this idea for as long as I can remember, but only lately it has taken some form in thoughts & words. Though it needs a lot of fixing -aren't words so limited ?- Now I am putting it here to release it so it won't occupy my thoughts so much. Also, maybe someone can learn from this, though I doubt it isn't said already somewhere else and I doubt my blog is read by many people. (Pride is my everlasting burdon too.) Basics of equality : Actually, it's so easy, but probably also so "against one's individuality and pride" that it is so difficult to learn and live by it, if not completely subjectivily rejected by one's mind at first sight!! So, please open your mind before reading on. You see, what makes a person ? Well, it's simple actually, man equals DNA (body, looks, behavior, ..) + life experience (education, accidents, confrontations, luck!, .. ; though isn't luck , or rather: chance, what life experience is the result...

This night I had one of those experiences in my dreams that are so unique. I am at the same time happy and unhappy about it. Happy because I am able to experience such bizar psychedelic things. Unhappy because it scares the hell out of me. Let me start with the first one I experienced.  It happened, like euh... 4-5 years ago. I was running in my schoolyard of then. Meeting a lot of familar people, browsing and jumping around from room to room (moving around in just a thought, like it happens in dreams). At a certain moment I was running from a which, a very dark one (figures!). The feeling I got was quite similar than what I got in the movie "The Blairwhich project", .. only 100 times more strong. Running, shouting, running... Strange was that I seemed the only one noticing that "thing" behind me. It was so scary and dark. Leaving me feel like it was the darkest of things coming for me to make my days to come the worst of all pains.   Run, Ruby, run! Afte...

Pilar, a new friend, has revived the ever lasting poem in me brain.  It remains there partly because of a disastrous trial of mine once, to improve my memory.   But it's a nice piece nevertheless. It's a poem that struck me as being simple, sooo true, yet ironic (or even sarcastic) in only 8 lines of text!!    Here it is:   The Four Ages of Man Yeats He with body waged a fight, But body won; it walks upright.   Then he struggled with the heart; Innocence and peace depart.   Then he struggled with the mind; His proud heart he left behind.   Now his wars on God begin; At stroke of midnight God shall win. Amazing is that I could as well project it on the life of á man as well as on the life of all mankind (through evolution and with the apocalypse at the end). Euh, no ... I do not believe in God, nor do I disbeleive It/Him/Her!!  I am just happy without needing to decide on it.