At the request of Baptiste Camille, who does me a great honor, I have concocted this little text for you, which is not only a text, but the reason that inhabits me, the blood that keeps me alive a little longer.
To you the artists, you the weird ones, you who want to make a living by making others laugh, or by making them cry, or by surprising them, you have been in my heart and in my concerns for almost eight years now.
And no, I don't have a solution for you in this civilization. But, while it will not console you, you are not the only ones dying of hunger, despair, abandonment, betrayal, injustice. Because, those who manage your life, do not lose a penny of salary when they decide to deprive you of your salary.
Many are like you, left by the side of the road by this economy, by this market, by this civilization. And you are going to be more and more numerous, whether you are an acrobat, a supermarket cashier, a bank clerk, or a turner-miller.
Our common destiny is now perfectly inescapable, the death of this civilization will lead to the death of humans as the death of the pharaoh led to the death of his servants.
Yes, this civilization is on the end. I could explain this to you by the climate, by the raw materials, by the energy, by the heat domes, by the food production, by the inconsistency of the rulers, but none of this could create a cataclysm, like the say the IPCC, of the magnitude of the end of a civilization. But all this can be combined if a small event occurs, such as the “SubPrime” crisis on September 29, 2008, which shut down all the banks around the world in the same minute, and that for eleven days.
So what to do? Forgive my pretension, but I'm sure I have a piece of the solution.
Tomorrow, you entertainers, like the supermarket cashier, like the turner-miller, certainly unemployed, you would like to live and if possible well. You would like to laugh and make people laugh, cry as little as possible and make us cry hot with tears, be amazed at the wonder you have caused, be sad when we are not paying attention. You would like to eat your hunger every day and sometimes much better than usual, you would like to help your mom when the end draws near and greet the birth of the baby with a huge party, you would like to cuddle and be cuddled, look deep eyes and being looked at the same, joking with your neighbor at the table, you would like to play ball every once in a while, be groomed in the best possible way and take singing lessons and a lot of other things.
In fact, you want to live as a free, responsible, upright human. This is what I suggest to you.
And it won't happen on its own. And this is good because it also takes acrobats to build this future civilization. And we must not wait until the current one is dying, it takes time, effort, love, joy, tenderness, attention to others, even if it is not not happy, even if he groans, even if he has a damn character.
Yes I know you have to start to get discouraged, it takes too many things that you don’t have right. For this, we have a special elixir that heals you quickly.
And you will have to take more of the elixir, because you will definitely have nothing to do with it. Just because you've made the right decision and started to move forward on the right path doesn't mean that the challenges are not over your heads. All that is disproportionate in force, in violence, in treachery, is ganged up against you. You are going to be cold when it is cold, hot when it is hot, you are going to be destabilized by the wind, by the torrents of rain, by the sudden snows, by unimaginable heat for days and days, and nights. And in addition, we will have to act so that the remains of current civilization do not kill us, to replant trees and grow them, to educate children and adults, to heal and to maintain good health.
But in the evening, your moment of glory arrives. After the meal, this is where you exist, where you take flight above this not very attentive and mocking crowd that you will have to watch. This is your role as the sower of happiness, you have only that to offer. Go ahead, The three blows and presto….
I am not sure you understand correctly. So few people understand….
So of course all this does not happen at random.
It’s a boat, rather a raft that will allow you to live tomorrow, to be real humans, not willing slaves of this civilization.
These are communities that were created, everywhere in France, guided by remarkable people, who have all felt and much understood, my lê to Chinon, Louisa in Marseille, Dominique in Vichy, Fatiha in Liévin, Mireille in Toul, Yatsou in Pau, etc. And it takes a lot of others.
As soon as these communities are strong enough, they work to get a land of one hectare, 120 steps over 120 steps. It is this ground that will allow this community of 500 people, futures, to build a place that brings everything you need to live: water and food, care and good health, education From the toddler in his mother, to the researcher in quantum mechanics, culture, joy, wonder, strength, adaptability.
These communities get what they want by explaining, saying. They do not seek to oppose, they refuse violence, hatred or wickedness. It is true that those who understand are quite few, but it's our destiny to act with kindness, kindness, friendliness to get a little bit.
These farms are apolitical, artelight and without discrimination. From the three hundredths farmers accepted without control, we favor the city's urban citizens and some skills.
On this farm, you are free, there are very few decisions to take. And the showmark vote is quite adapted. The farm belongs to each of its farmers. Around, there is nothing more during and after the collapse, no bank, or justice, no police, nor army, or tax services. On the farm, there is no money, the saltimanque that makes you laugh at night or the shoemaker who makes the pair of shoe or cardiac surgeon, all have the same value, all are worth the same.
On the farm, there is no leader, but a guide, which is the initiator of the beginning or another if it has been revoked by something that some would like to exist now, activators who are the guides for The fields of skills in the farm like water, forest, vegetables, fruit trees, good health, the lower court, ... there is a Council of the wise man who should be insured by the first farmers who faced the first difficulties and later by the most experienced. If I have the chance to see that, I hope to be one of them.
Around you, there are other farms, each with one hectare of land and their five hundred farmers and you goals you can gather to sharpen your talent, to build more grandiose and strange shows, of course also to meet The pretty girl or the handsome boy (pretty and beautiful, it's you who say, I do not judge).
When I started building this project, one of the first things I dreamed by imagining the life of the farmers is to see a piece of Shakespeare, you know: "Which Kill The Messenger"! I know that, the farms will wait well enough for the future of children to be assured.
Many people of great talents have come next to me to allow people to let go of the Titanic basting, which looks so reliable, so strong, but which leads you in the background, and jump into our so fragile boat, Who is wandering on the waves, but who can lead you to other horizons.
If you allow, I'm sure they also have agracers of artists, it would be good for the spotlight to illuminate them from time to time: My Lê Roy who in addition to his farm in Chinon has become referents for caregivers, Louisa Timezouikht from Marseille whose accent and good mood filled with joy, Fatiha Larabi in Liévin who brings to eat to the refugees of Calais (slim, it was not necessary to say it), Dominique Pèlerin in Vichy, Yatsou Art-Tra de Pau , and others whose turn will come.
Obviously, all we do, everything you do with us will be completely volunteer. If you think you can bring something from you to others, if only your smile, you are welcome. But at home, there is no ceremony of Caesars, nor fortune in currency, nor glory other than that of farmers who rub shoulders with you.