Resumo de The Letter To - Pierre Wattebled(;)

April 22,2006 Mr. Professor, It gave me great pleasure to receive your latest news and I may I share my joy with you upon learning about your wife's departure from the hospital. Her being near you and in good health, that is total happiness! I noted that the 6th annual Book Show in Popular Literature Expression was being held in the wonderful city of Arras(62). Unfortunately, I won't be able to attend because registering dates are closed: There are over one thousand inscriptions. Nevertheless, I thank you for telling me about it. Don't I sound a bit amateur? Possibly! But you must understand, that I remain lucid, even when questioning my motives for writing.? I must state that I have never- conscioulsy speaking-wanted to claim posperity. Therefore, in first place, am I being narcissistic because others appreciate my work? Do we not praise others for having mental structures such as our own?What is the final outcome?Judgmental errors can only be partial to that of reality. Nevertheless, how can one progress without the support of a master and from references such as "the speech on methods" and "critics on pure thoughts"? I actually falter when reading Kant just a few minutes each night, after having answered the messages from the litteral forums on the Net. (Philosophy and Poems) speaking of which: an open forum for a great number does not necessarily automatically offer intellectual honnesty, nor quality: it is the annoying anonymous expression. As you may well have noticed, I have kept up with our literary correspondance rendez-vous! I will keep it up unless you do not want to. Corresponding with my old French "professor"50 years later, gives me great undescribable pleasure. However, you shouldn't tire yourself: take your time, I can wait..Waiting... Life is but a long wait...It reminds me of a handful of sand escaping from a child's hand: the shores of times have oceans where great torments forever disappear. And sometimes, even memories. Briefly, like a child, we live in the present each precious little moment which belong to us instantaneously: the conscientious and extraordinary ability to "BE" in this immeasurable indefinite dimension: limitless boundaries. Is that the object which sustains our ideas ...or the contrary? Even if this reality would escape us like the sand in the child's hand: the infinitesimal would rejoin at the core of the Universe; a great space for the "wanton", "the knowledge" and "the renaissance"in all: doomed to a thousand metamorphosis: the human existence scattered in the winds and waves would surely lose the roads to certainty in the everyday life. Personally, closing my eyes I exhale in the profound breath of the Univers, the unique voice which knows how to take care of me: it has delivered it's breath...I hear it and I feel perfectly well... With that in mind, do not undermine yourselves because of my mental integrity, my dearest professor, my feet are solidly planted with the ba ba! and 1 + 1 = 3. And there you have it, relating to Jacquard. You have probably noticed here my love of criticism from my younger days. I also adore the fine dining and frivolities. I will talk about that at a later date. Mr. Professor, I await your next letter, and kindkly accept my deepest wishes. Your old student. Pierre Wattebled

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