Orthopedics - The focal point of all our knowledge of the world is death. It is the embarrassing number zero, the black hole that absorbs all our energy, all our attention. It curves the light, it distorts reality. Our poor brain does not deal well with death. It’s lousy. It represents reality as an assembly of very small grains. But the more we look between the small grains, the more there are small grains, and the more vacuum there is between these small grains, the less we understand. Our words are like sparkling little diamonds, where each word sends back each one in his solitude, and between the words there is emptiness and one lies to oneself. So, how to know? How to understand? How to live ? There is a young man, tall and dignified, whom the men have locked away in an asylum, immured in his eyes, shut up in his skinny body, shut up in his old clothes recovered from the welfare, who makes a motionless journey. He is at the edge of our world full of holes. He knows how to look beyond the night, that thick void that frights us. He reached the utmost capability of our brain : at the edge of a cliff, an abyss. He turns his back on us, he faces the night. From time to time, he turns around and looks at us. We only see behind him an old orthogonal wall.
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