Journey Into Mystery

Journey Into Mystery

"Laisse nous prendre la route ensemble
quand la nuit est si proche de la terre qu'elle en tremble."

Un voyage c'est bien des étapes et des rencontres. Tout comme la vie qui n'est faite que de joie et de séparation, voici le carnet de bord de Fiddler's Green qui aspire simplement au bonheur de retrouver un être aimé.
Tous ces souvenirs se perdront dans l'oubli,
comme les larmes dans la pluie...
- Blade Runner


"Dieu est un comédien jouant devant un public trop effrayé pour rire"
- Voltaire (1694-1778)


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lundi, décembre 20, 2004

Ooh OoH OoH..comme on dit..
Comme mon retour ne se fera pas avant la date du 25, je vous souhaite à tous un Joyeux Noël . Je vous laisse avec cette touchante histoire vraie, courier des lecteurs d'un autre âge d'une tendresse et d'une chaleur rares. On voudrait presque le croire..(www.babylon.com pour certains mots..)

From the Editorial Page of The New York Sun, written by Francis P.
Church, September 21, 1897


"Dear Editor--I am 8 years old.
"Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus.
"Papa says, 'If you see it in The Sun, it's so.'
"Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O'Hanlon
115 West Ninety-fifth Street

Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by
the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except in what they they
see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by
their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or
children's are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere
insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world
about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the
whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love
and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and
give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would
be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if
there were no Virginias. There would be no child-like faith then, no
poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no
enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which
childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!
You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on
Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa
Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but
that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in
the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you
ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no
proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the
wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside,
but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest
man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever
lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can
push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and
glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is
nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand
years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now,
he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.


Au 25!