Voici un photo prise aujourd'hui à la station Berri-UQAM du métro de Montréal. La station est en pleine rénovation. Comme panneau mural temporaire, le contracteur a récupéré un vieux panneau indicateur. Devons nous creuser l'escalier? Veut-il nous envoyer aux Enfers? On s'amuse comme on peut, n'est-ce pas?
we are taking the stairway to heaven, or we are descending into hell, or perhaps as the existentialists say we are going nowhere.
RépondreSupprimerit is good to amuse ourselves with the little things.
Just plain clean simple fun. Unfortunately I found out today that the sign has been removed.
RépondreSupprimerDafna, I wouldn't exclude reincarnation, among the possibilities.
RépondreSupprimerGiovanni, since when are you a Hindi? Since that dinner in Rome?
RépondreSupprimerAh ah, no, I am not. It's just mere speculation, conjecture fun. Besides, could you bet on it, ie that reincarnation is to be excluded, 100% excluded? I could not.
RépondreSupprimerAnd let us not forget that reincarnation was preached also by Plato, Pythagoras, Cicero and many Greco-Roman intellectuals (not to mention many mysteries) before Christianity arrived.
RépondreSupprimerScipio's dream by Cicero is a great text. Strange how Tom Harpur doesn't talk much (or perhaps at all) about reincarnation.
As I recall he does not formally mention it but it must be integrated in afterlife beliefs. It certainly can not be 100% excluded as you say.
RépondreSupprimerI have become uncertain about Pythagoras ever since I learned that his already strict vegetarian dietary prohibited legumes as the "pneuma" they exuded after consumption suggested the presence of a soul.
RépondreSupprimerScience has always taken a while to get it right...
Animists give souls to every object even a rock but they eat things after pacifying the souls of what they eat.
RépondreSupprimerScience is not an exact science...if such a thing exists.
Pythagoras' dislike and prohibition of beans is controversial but very interesting. According to a legend Pythagoras while fleeing some killers sent by Cylon of Croton preferred to die rather than escape by crossing a field of beans.
RépondreSupprimerNow I understand how his twisted mind could come up with his theorem.
RépondreSupprimerAh ah ah, Paul, it's like a nightmare you continue to have. I ended my nightmares about my math teacher 10 years ago more or less. Time to grow up amicus ;-)
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I have no nightmares but I still hate maths.
RépondreSupprimerI still hate the first teacher to give me math homework. I don't have nightmares either but I have an annual nervous breakdown while compiling my tax information.
RépondreSupprimerI have my tax return done by "Impôts Service", an accounting firm near where I used to live in the Laurentians. No headache for me. I hand them over the stack of papers and wait for them to call me back to sign. For the two of us last year it cost 122,oo$Can. More than worth it. But then I don't have a business, just pensions revenues.
RépondreSupprimerIt's the business that's murder. Just compiling the information for my accountant gives me the vapors. Numbers all look alike to me.
RépondreSupprimerThat I can relate to.
RépondreSupprimerYou got us thinking!
RépondreSupprimerFunny how a simple picture posted as a jest can bring us where we are. Must be the butterfly effect.
RépondreSupprimer"Gives me the vapors", loved it: Sled's expressions are endless. I have a business but without my accountant I would be forever LOST. He's a good and reliable man. Andrea his name, that here is a man's name.
RépondreSupprimerAndrea should be a man's name, after all it does mean "man" from the Greek "aner, andros". I never quite figured why a girl would be named "man".
RépondreSupprimerWe're just female men after all.
RépondreSupprimerOr maybe you're male women. Biologists say so.
And don't they say "mankind"?
more random posts please. i think it is the randomness and the funny comment you wrote that invites interpretation.
RépondreSupprimerwhile i love your emotional intelligence which is evident in your comments here and elsewhere - i must admit i love MATH! i find it soothing.
forms, however, make me apoplectic... it's a strange phobia.
Dafna, we like you no matter your love for MATH. And you are right: Paul is gifted with emotional intelligence.
RépondreSupprimerAs I like to say:"L'homme est un terme générique qui embrasse la femme". In this sentence "embrasse" can be read as "embracing" or "kissing" women. French is a wonderfull language.
RépondreSupprimerSo have "embrasse" the way you like.
Flirt.
RépondreSupprimerWhen I was a kid, Flirt was the name of a soda pop. A bottle cost 3 cents and a double scoop ice cream cone cost 2 cents. For a nickle we had one hell of a treat.
RépondreSupprimerPaul, I always found the French verbs 'embrasser' and 'baiser' confusing although I know their meaning. But I wonder if the latter, possibly a taboo word, comes from the idea of 'kiss' (in Italian 'bacio', related to 'baiser', is kiss), which would further prove the beauty of the French language, which makes the copula romantic in some way.
RépondreSupprimerWell I don't know about France but over here "baiser" is used for copulating out of a romantic context and has become somewhat obscene. "Faire l'amour" is the more romantic way of talking about it. "Embrasser" is really to kiss or adhere to a cause or to an idea.
RépondreSupprimerI've always like the Scots expression for sexual union: "The old houghmagandy."
RépondreSupprimerWas Flirt one of those grapefruit flavored confections? My memories are of Grape Nehi.
Flirt came in grape, strawberry and, but I'm not sure, cherry, but there was no cola nor grapefruit.
RépondreSupprimerI never heard that Scot expression. Sounds unpronounceable.
Your live traffic source shows me coming in from Repentigny. Ugh.
RépondreSupprimerI hated Repentigny - fierce soccer rivals.
I digress of course.
Some others also come in from where they are not. Must a server thing.
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