The Ethos of Emergence

I face chaos, for it is me and I am it. In its embrace, I find the power to transcend. Through the dance of contrasts, I am boundless. And when everything is finally gone – only my creation stands.

Getting people

Getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It’s getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That’s how we know we are alive.

Nous n’avons pas tout le temps

Cette pandémie peut nous réapprendre à compter le temps. Engoncé dans notre routine de tous les jours, nous avons tendance à oublier notre linéarité. Le brusque changement de mode de travail vers le tout virtuel a cassé ces routines suffisamment pour nous faire prendre un pas en arrière. Ce qui reste après ça n’est plus le cycle des années, mais la linéarité d’un but – retourner à une notion de normalité. Ce but, cette linéarité, nous prédispose à réévaluer comment nous nous percevons dans ce monde. A nouveau, tout semble avoir un début et une fin, surtout notre propre existence. Et avec cette réalisation vient le besoin d’agir.

Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind

“One of history’s few iron laws is that luxuries tend to become necessities and to spawn new obligations. Once people get used to a certain luxury, they take it for granted. Then they begin to count on it. Finally they reach a point where they can’t live without it. Over the few decades, we have invented countless time saving machines that are supposed to make like more relaxed – washing machines, vacuum cleaners, dishwashers, telephones, mobile phones, computers, email. We thought we were saving time; instead we revved up the treadmill of life to ten times its former speed and made our days more anxious and agitated.” -Yuval Noah Harari

Hyperion Cantos

“Yes, we weave real fabric things from the dreams tuff of mathematics, but the universe is hardwired with arithmetic. Scratch a circle and pi peeps out. Enter a new solar system and Tycho Brahe’s formulae lie waiting under the black velvet cloak of space/time. But where has the universe hidden a word under its outer layer of biology, geometry, or insensate rock?” – Dan Simmons