Dear Lien,
Does a part of the absurd appear from Cartesian doubt opposed to the certainty of finality? And do those who ignore it have a deal with death? “Ignorance kills,” my mother used to say. But mom, who does it kill? Ignorance falls on us when we live it, because we notice it. It allows us to progress and thanks to it we repent of its enlightening advent. New knowledge is gained from each victory and failure. We encounter it in experience as we move forward. The baby ignores everything because he learns from his environment. It builds, but can also destroy.
Destructive ignorance is paradoxically the one we manufacture, the one we calculate in the dark. The one where we know precisely that we don't want to know anything. It's the one that kills mother, listen to me, they killed me. Twice rather than once: "qu’est-ce que t voulais qu’on fasse". Can you hear me from so far away? I imagine so. This ignorance opposes peace, serenity because it gives a breath of fresh air to speculations. It's a dead end, a path that leads to nothing. It sublimates the sharing that lies behind shipwrecks. The idiots can't swim against the current, even less the one with a tight suit, almost naked for my preference if only for transparency.
They heard the message, and so did I, but let's not be sheep or idiots. Rather ballsy and maybe a bit of a slacker, my friends.
Endless loop like a chorus
bis