Aye! Almost a year without publishing anything on this blog. I will not seek far, I would say lack of interest. Mind you, I do not lack interest in life down here. No, I speak here of interest specifically related to the holding of a blog and as my views are far from being fundamental to the survival of the race, I invested my energy elsewhere. Voila!
But what happens to you it now that the desire to write catch me? Nothing special, if not yesterday, reading the blog of Michel Houellebecq (which I've just discovered), I remembered having a blog myself sleeping somewhere on the web. I remembered that the ten people that subscribe to the same blog, some have already expressed the pleasure they felt in reading my articles. So I told myself: "Why not?" Why not at least try to get back?
Life has continued to be known life, and continuing with it, I found that nothing had altered my quest for the extraordinary, the miraculous. A thirst for power in fact I say it without shame! The true power. Not this fake power wimp who rush to save face when situations are humiliating and intimidating. Not childish power of a dictator or a general so swollen with rage and pride, that his face threatens to explode whenever he is told no. I question this rather quiet strength, both sweet and unchangeable, who can look the worst attack in the eye and saying: " My friend, if you really knew the love that dwells in me, you stop wasting your precious time with me! "
Yes, I am referring to the power of royal blood, who knows very well and feel host the fear, like pain, but never how to not give him control of his destiny. This power has only Advisor: The Holy Spirit! That brother: Jesus Christ! Qu a father, Jehovah, the Lord of the universe! It is not as fundamentally linked to the trinity, it is this trinity. It is therefore divine, glorious and immortal, transcends all understanding and wisdom. She inspires poets and martyrs to the student ecstasy, it transforms into a prince and the beggar reminds the prince that the beggar is her brother, well beyond appearances and grime.
"The Power of Love" sing like the other. Only without the little cutesy and cheesy icing that makes us think, "Yeah!"
By the way, go read the prose of this young man http://lukaslafondrivard.blogspot.com . You will give me the news.
Good continuity ....
