“Who presents himself should present himself ? but I present ideas: if they are presentable,  and well presented, they will  sufficiently present me”. This logolalic “demonstration” justifies my label of "asperger" for a great sense of  details deserving a promotion to "high-functioning”. Me? I refuse this type of “disputatio”: (1) I am as good in synthesis and (2) "is the solar system a dust in cosmos or an enormous set ? Examined, all my  existence, by “psys”, let them introduce me. A case of CV never seen, cut out according to “libels-labels” created at each progress of the “psychologists”: what they saw, what they could already see and what some see today, the fellows gifted to analyze Vinci's brain, limited, clinging to the ideal autist, “neither dying nor  curing. To connect with the “geniuses”, just  sublimate DSM criteria : the anguish felt in front of a change of environment becomes a morbid need to understand, to solve any encountered problem, to put order all over the world. Even while turning his tea, Einstein connected  the flow with the cosmic mystery . And worse, we create and  impose impossible rules to ourselves. Then we  require them from others.

0.1 Logical introduction to the last continent? PsyCV!
       My manner of earning a living imposed me psychological examinations continuously: on one side, “genius leaving of the legends on three continents”, at the other extreme, “paranoia”, (by psynuts working for an auto-divinised priesthood). In this time, the “psys” did not show their masterpieces but those I read are original. At my military time, (in 1947), the lieutenant-psychiatrist looked at my results and smiled:

That appeared normal to him.
        But I prefer the examinations raising questions, on the perspicacity of the professional. At a Chamber of Commerce, the lady psychologist declared me:

"half logical, half illogical mind”.

        Enough  to worry an employer in need of a rare employee. I asked just a small change:

“Sometimes… sometimes… almost at will”.

        And I commented my theory of creativity, a play between my two brains. Satisfied, he asked to me to go on the following Monday to the atomic plant, the "black sheep of the Greens”. Refusal: a “hautist” begins any mission with an rigorous liturgy; and my prospective employer, was hiding me that he had sent an amateur before. Dangerous, prohibited by the maritime laws, (that's “throwing oil”).
        Just  saying: perhaps Vinci did not use his two brains like you, perhaps creativity comes from the mysterious right brain, (able to guess the future). Occasion to improve, (by removing), the great rule of learning:

        Creativity, like decision, it's immediately or never. The idea appears without warning, in the brain of one person only . Don't force your talent, one would obtain the worst,  a ready-made solution. Do explain the other extreme:

        Strange, to solve a problem, it is necessary to give up, (cf. Rule of judo: “You lost because you believed to gain!”). This curious way enabled me to reduce to only one word,  a slogan, all the methods taught by Profs of creactivity, “BREAK!” Just to say that Paradise and Eternal Happiness for me will be meeting Newton, Darwin, Einstein,  Wittgenstein, (my challenger to the title of “PhiloManager”); and especially Vinci, (I'll correct Locke 's error,  preferring Newton to start a true philosophy). These “Top-Hautists” make me indifferent to my labels of “genius leaving  legends”, in various points of three continents.

0.2 A “hautist” requires, creates “rules”
        Easy to push within a frame my course, (never seen and that will not exist any more, (fanciful for  psys mentally limited from birth). I like the “gloss”, (a display unit like the syllogism, quite as non-existent as the round or the rhombus), adapted to one time which allows “studies”, (or imposes “sport”), up to 25 years and, to 50 years, rejects you like an old ball pen. The other stages naturally rise the four times of the life, (childhood, youth, ripe age, old age), corrected, balanced, equalized: one year for the new-born baby, they is ten years of his/her grandfather.
        In my time, the cycle I name "generation", (multiple of five "lustra", of five years), guided our existence: two lustra  to prepare the war, one lustrum to do it and then two to repair; and again  bayonet at the point of the gun. After Sedan, our gold built Berlin and our sweat deserved us a “colonial empire”. In 1918, another miracle: one spent the gold of Huns before getting a Kreutzer, but we grew so rich, that our Parliament could offer "paid vacations" while Great America, and Germany, (keeping her money), sank in "stagnation". To solve this problem, they had to invite Hitler, (in this time, champion of anti-unemployment, faith of saint grabaPierre!). However the American recipe was terribly effective:

"Delay  entry into the brawl, change old scrap against ingots.
Then participate in victory and offer a generous lease-lend with French gold"

       Since 1945, we spared, (miss?), two wars: I ask where are these spared billions. Which accountant, mis/formed with the French National Accounting Handbook, the "Gros Barre”,( teaching: “no debit without a credit),” finds us where if this Potosi and the unknown generous  being able to lend me the interests of my debt. Don't ask the youRopean banker,  in "examination" right before nomination, (probably to oblige him to accept the dirty job), “Currency”? that's a philosophical concept, ask the philosophers!”. Let him give  us at least his list of philosophers! (attention, today, one becomes a philosopher by auto-promotion, by bottom-bottom-push-push, by law of the vacuum hate, by Sorbonique and abNormal Sup). According to my rule of the definition of the definition,

        Xenon smiles: he invented his nice tales to ridiculize the syllogism, (without preventingAristoto from manufacturing a sophistery of his own, nor the sorbonique  to produce lingouistics and grammatics). While  presenting  me, did  require the impossible for many? to use Ordino, one needs a new logic, demanding first  to spit, vomit aristotology and cartesiânism. As simple aschanging the engines of a plane in flight… Rule of Popper, “to use a new technique, it is necessary to invent a theory of its use”. Rule of Wittgenstein: “As the rail makes it possible to sink but the arrival imposes… the language allows "thinking" but imposes the conclusion…” Simpler, do imagine Wittgenstein, (my challenger for “PhiloManager”), condescending to deal with the logic of enterprises! Normal that my slogan, (as a PhiloManager), is “decision”, (how we take it). Not Socratic astonishment, Lavinasian anguish or Kierkegaardian tremor; just, in front of the universal fucking, a bit of “stupor”

0.3 French history, "never ending stupors"
        The Revolution struck the “rich" so much” that the next century was dedicated to producing a “spiritual philosophy à la française"; Nabot-Leon and Guizot try to hand over to the University the place of the Religion, (essential to hold down  the “Platonic cattle”). As a high priest, Cousin, (the predecessor of Ferry-Raffiot,  with a place in Sorbonne). Como “doctores laïcos that pueden contestar has todo y todos” : Bonald, Chateaubriand, Master, beatificated Ozanam…  Other national stupors? "Separation", June 40; and especially May 68, with resurrection of a joKriss. Question by  a little teacher”, (that left for Africa, 55 years ago, to establish that all the men have the same brain):

        Then rule “à la Darwin”:

         BabelBorrows offer its young inhabitants the formation that produced Vinci and Newton. Then, where are our thousands of little Einstein? Is the goal of our National Instruction to transform them, at best, as accountants, cops, shoemakers? Now to locate in the immondialisation this destructing mix , impotent black power and replica of the Ethiopés of my time charging  Musso's tanks with an assagai. Where the cars let burning to introduce a “soft dictatorship”. Generous prison sentences for  victims of the CuniCuliCulture in BabelBanlieues could transform this little 1905-Petersburg , in a great 1917-Moscow. This revolt is intuition of what awaits billions of people excluded by a “neo-monitheism” that confiscated the computer as of its appearance, (like any preceding technique, writing, paper…)
        Poverty of the remedy for an announced phenomenon, (I shouted it in three languages, a long time ago:

        No mention of the more excluded, the “aborigines of the Republic",  ( 2000 years of serfdom), preparing little Newtons. Reappearance of the “spirituality à la française” by atheo-chrestinic transubstantationned ”redactionnists ", (Cousin-FerryRafiot, Bonald-Lavinasse, Chateaubriant-BegHeLev, Master-DerryDada, Ozanam-philoCock…), proposing  "Religious without Religion”, with academifrancisation of a Philo-Bouc&Misery fleeing “French Bashing”!).
        This can bring to our major problem, (well started one century ago, delayed at once byFreudouille): the exploration of the last continent, (the last “noodigm”), this brain, each being has a specimen of it. Really, a philosophy-CV must show a perfect comprehension of the psychological aspect of the problems of our time.
        Now, the first time of the waltz:

1/   0-25 years: time to learn
DSM-IV: criterium 2. "Qualitative impairment in communication... Delay in, or total lack of, the development of spoken language (not accompanied by an attempt to compensate through alternative modes of communication such as gesture or mime)"  

1.1 Childhood of a “volontary late-talker”
        At six months, I gave a royal peace, hours, just putting to me on a blanket with heaps of things. Total indifference to people. Serious at a time when the village idiot was a tradition: the local psys, (doctor, mayor, school-teacher...), exempted me from school up to 65 months, (five years, five months, four days).
        Today  doctors know “autism” and some, (very rare), diagnose “prosopagnosy”, (you see men with the head of an owl!), confusing it with “prosopamnesy”, (“you don't  remember familiar faces”). “Indifference to faces, first sign of autism” decide the experts. Me, I put my need for logic: “Who does not recognize faces is prosopamnesian”. No proof of autism but one can turn one, thanks to this libel-label and to the accompanying treatments. Grandin escaped drugs. Thanks to God, I escaped the “psys”. But the solution of my mother was not bad, since it led me to a mental activity. Thereafter, she offered herself one week of royal peace, by a handle of nails for some pennies. Then I disappeared in “the workshop” and I built my world, becoming as manually skilful as Newton and even ambidexter as Vinci.
        Today, all “psychiatrist” sticks to me in the “spectrum”, without understanding that autism does not exist: there are autists, all very different, (and it is even truer with “geniuses”). It took me 60 years to understand me, (to see me like the very rare case among the rarest ones, the “volontary late-talker”). But I recommend to autists more than claiming as  theirs: Newton, Einstein, Vinci, Wittgenstein, (I added Darwin, Descartes… And I recommend to examine the childhood of any recognized genius)

1.2 The Logic of a “Late-Talker”
        Do deduce the logic developed by a brain never asking questions. I reveal one of my concerns of this time:
                        “What my brain makes during night? It dreams all the time? It should be very tired in the morning.
                         It stops? Then I understand why so many people die in the bed ".
        I involved myself to seize my dream as of the alarm clock. I improved introspection before knowing it and this was quite useful for me to escapeFreudouille), (for me, porno-sauce Gilgamesh). Let us apply the logic of the quality of thedefinitions: the dream must be included in a "set"". I choose Darwinism: the dream can be only a preparation to survive in a similar situation, through the best decision in a minimum time.
        Each time I meet a “late-talker”, I ask at which age his first memory. Mine? very clearly, at 27 months, yes, 38 months before my first sentence. A farmer came to take my brother on vacation. I see him crying,  not wanting to leave mom. She proposed me, making a fast bundle. I was indifferent. I remember the bottom of the horse dandling between the stretchers. At the farm, all ware aware:  I was given orders : “Wash your hands, go to bed…” Two farm-boys make fun about a curious bird with curious droppings. I tighten my teeth: “Do not answer, they would do it again!”. And I was given orders until the end of the holidays. I accepted the orders against my peace. I often controlled that a child cannot pretend. According to rule of the definition, how to put this a higher "set"? Of course, I have  "cause" for this paradoxical fact: a too  much quiet autist at six months turning into a voluntarily "late-talker", mentally extremely active. An explanation of which I am wary, like any explanation.
        The cause could be found at "Chemin des Dames".
        Notable but rarely noticed: a “volontary late-talker” speaks immediately by complete sentences. The most famous among us is Einstein. The recordman? Sellin Birger, that opened it at eighteen years of age, wrote his memories and, apparently, regretted it. I have several explanations, simple opinions since, (rule of Popper), not discussed with scientists. You understand better my interest for “minor offenders”. Many grows in the environment that produced Newton and Vinci

1.3 “Primary School" as a springboard
          In four years, I swallowed eight, catching up with, and overpassing  my elder brother. At 11 years, I made my "communion", with a dispense of age. Do you know only another case? My mother spoke religion only once to me: “Necessary to make your communion. If you marries with a girl who wants to go to church, the priest will laminate you”. Here, more  necessary than never to understand the relation between the “volontary late-talker” and the divine idea. For me, atheism and theism, its like moulding and mould, (I understand why Schopenhauer was attracted by Buddhism, without any risk to fall in it). And the best proof: all the discussions theism versus atheism finish in a null match.
        I continued to live, (and especially to think), completely alone. Confidence that I make for the first time: when I started the last year of  “primary education”, I promised to ma 10/10 at all the questions. I failed only once. Instead of summarizing the two pages, I undertook to write them without forgetting a word. The teacher stopped while I was at the middle and one 9/10 destroyed my perfectionism. Thereafter, fortunately, I was duly "rectified", avoiding me to join the  “diplômoculs memoris caused”. In any case, I would have yielded the place to better prepared than me: the muezzin of Khartoum, (able to recite his Talmud no-stop, backwards), and especially the Yuruba wizard.
        Once my brother described me: “He has no  head”, very in advance of  the “psychiatrist” that declared me: “the most absent-minded ever met”. This ignoramus of the Newton case increased my obsession of culpability, (“Pay more attention, you  will run into more troubles!”), and  my self-diagnosis was seriously delayed. In fact, I found in “Mind”, written by certain Gardner,

        But, in symptoms and social consequences, total distraction is not more recommendable that prosopamnesy.

1.4 Chosen for an incredible crossing of the 20th Century
        At 12 years, I was adopted by a group having sought the impossible for 30 years. It is necessary to replace in the "Affaire DEMAIN" that I tell in addition. A little butterfly of Hawaii  starting a "soft tsunami", 100 years later. There again, I have possible explanations, opinions. Especially that my four “sponsors” had quite different goals.
        Curious “raising”, (still functionning): I was to make three things at the same time, to write a page each day for myself. But the “best off the bests”: the teaching of the “baron” to read the events. An autist sticks on the adults but a "hautist”, (label of my manufacture), wants to dazzle them, and to understand the great mystery “how does their brain function" ?, (when they disappeared, I  extended  to “geniuses, ” then to any professional category, accountants, abogadillos, soldiers, doctors…).
        The defeat of 40 was a stupor, which I used  a long time as the explanation for my mania of logic. At that time, I fall on myfirst analogy, (hard-soft category): a feldgrau requested  a rabbit. Twenty francs, he gave one Mark. The previous month, this Mark was worth one Franc. Which was the role of Mauser? “Forced Course”, explained the teacher, (behind any banknote, there is an arsenal, police officers, bankers, justice, penitentiary…). The priest divinised the phenomenon: “We had sinned…” Himself lent his church to a parpaillot colleague  and the visitors sang “Te Deum Hitleribus”. I launched an “unending quest”: “Who financed, (delivered to me to),Hitler?”, including: “How our “geniuses” could have been mistaken at this point?” This explanatory error was reinforced in May 44 by some shooting for miscalculation on the involved forces, (one of them, in my village, with his son of my age), . Question:

        The line of demarcation separated my group and I found myself living with “Guru”, the priest of the team, (more intelligent than the last three popes and I'll  prove it). Speaking German and Italian, he delivered the doctor  and his wife from the “Bordiot”, the prison illustrated by a film. Thanks to the intelligence "Vieille France" and to parishioners not understanding much but ready to help the persecuted if Guru asked them. Great time to write that the French motor at that time was the “hatred of the Huns” and that the only possible heroism was to save persecuted people from Nazis. As the daughter of the doctor, three years old, was to travel alone, (to avoid a revolt of her parents), I started an “unending quest”: “Who are Xfs and Hitler?” As for the myth, now over-extended “AD Majorem KSDJ Gloriam”, I remember the communal reflection in front of the doctor's arrest by Gestapo:

        I told you, all was simple in my time. Me, in front of this reasoning, I wonder whether the cretinisingaristotology  is innate. The important one, the Rumanian doctor, his wife and his daughter, made their "Roumanian duty', at one kilometer from the awful  prison! “
          In that time, my logic was to detect common structures. Should I remain to that point? It would be artificial as I'm far from that now. Therefore, one "parent" is showing, called or popping by itself: Pio Duce, aware that somebody has produced a "secular arm" and adopting Hitler for the Reconquista of his Spain in exchange of an international recognition and a test for his tanks and bombers. Again, an analogy : with the pope, calling Simon Monfort, le Cathares-Killer,  helping Isabela Catolica to conquest Grenade. And then, again, another "heritage"...
        As the Wermacht thought of remaining in my college until Conquest of England, I decided to make my year alone. Guru,  knew Latin as well as an academic but taught it "à l'ancienne”, which enabled me to settle the dilemma:

        At that time, one insisted much on “mind-maturation” but Guru had to impose to me, (the director announced to me that I would be the cataphote of the class). Immediately, I landed first in French and Latin . Guru asked whether I could follow, with a strange comment for myself: “For my brother, culture it is Latin-Greek in the text. The baron entered my life as an argument. Thereafter, when, outside the Hexagon, admirers of the Lumières took to me for “their” French, I commented :

        My first meeting with the baron was strange. One afternoon of August 1941, I open to a gentlemen looking like his portrait, (by painter Belle Epoque, Jacques Martin).
        “My brother”, said “Guru".
        It was the “Baron”. As far as I know, he had not announced his arrival. He sat down on a kitchen chair, questioned me; I answered as a good pupil (I was  in this time!) At the end of fifteen minutes, "an angel passed" and good  pupil, I said: ” I will study… “
        “The little one remainder” said Baron. Guru, the more decided and deciding man that I knew, seemed hypnotized. At the end of one hour, I retried an exit:
        “I will look for some meat…” - “I catch my train in fifteen minutes… ”, said “Baron”. He searched into his bag, gave me a pear of his garden. Approval? invitation? And he disappeared, refusing to be accompanied at the station.
        While the Wermacht run toward Moscow, and  two brothers, (67 and 73 years!), risked never to meet again, he had crossed three "zones", German Italian and “fascist”, then return! “Guru”, that cooked mayors as an egg, had acted as a little child.
        Shortly after appeared Louis, (counterpart of André Citroën, coming him also from the Italian zone). According to Guru, he wanted to buy the castle. He tried to convince me that the “priest” was more intelligent than the “journalist”. Whom to listen?
        These visits brought a great change. Guru explained mysteries I should know, using sentence-mysteries:
            “DEMAIN” came too soon, (to hide the most stupid of the Vatican condemnation…)
            “We had the Queen of Italy”, (for fast and European success…)

          “My brother never says “My Lord” to a bishop, only “Lord”, because he is a baron…”  Guru showed me how to make mayors and stuffed his Latin with  curious sentences, insisting: “Quos vult perdere Jupiter, prius dementat”, (Latin, at the Renaissance, shaped the minds escaping to the Inquisition).
        Quickly, though the youngest of the class, I heard: “You speak like an old man”. A  teacher, flying the Nazis, explained me that I was more mature, to prevent me from locking up in silence . But more typical:  did I crossed, one day, my teacher of maths and her mother without noticing them.

        At that time, a psychiatrist could thus label me a “prosopamnesian”, that I call “syndrome of Darwin”. Indeed I was the first to notice in the creator of the Evolution this deficit, which probably explains his social problems, his astonishing capacity of work and his genius. Darwin himself was much interested  in faces and used his fame to write a remarkable book on the subject.

1.5 Hautist at “LAMA Sabactani's”
        How will this chapter be read, at the time of the “return of the Religion”? an improved form ofsatammism, (really YWHL writes right with curved). The majority of our fartosophers declare themself “atheo-chrestinic”, offering their services and jumping into the triumphing boat, (about 90% of atheists, agnostics, “sans-Dieu”, the remainder refusing “to speak religion”). It is the moment to guess : “Which relation develops a “silent boy” with the divine idea?” The “normal” spirit believes to escape while being declared “atheistic”. I repeat: “atheism it is the moulding left the mould “theist”, (except if you prefer the opposite). Proof? all “atheo-theo-disputatio” finishes in null match: thus no reason to change stable.
        Guru often repeated:

        I think that he wanted to reconvert his brother, by promise to Uncle Cardinal on his bed of death. But he had understood that I would never have thevocation, repeating that I would be  “the Antichrist” so dreaded by the vaticanants, (kind of homage to my morbid need for logic and truth). When the baron died, I understood that he had passed from Voltairian  to irreversible anticlerical. I wonder even if he did not program me to avenge DEMAIN. And especially, I  require to know:  “At which age all is played”? At which age I met the phenomenon Zeusio, (for me, “LAMA Sabactani”), existing only because Guru  appeared to live from Him. All finished very badly. The last years of Guru prove that he had lost the faith in his joKriss and I ask which is  my share of responsibility in this “abjuration”. With his flocks, it used the language-priest, (an inferior form of intello-racism).
        Monday October 1, 1945:  the first volume of Crampon's Bible under an arm, a  Littré under the other, (the Emile for the initiated), I reported at the Bourdaloue University, (the very year when Kanner and Asperger described my type). At thirteen hours: I was told “after-noon ", noon is midday, twelve and   twelve plus one gives thirteen. I was to build a new world, persuaded that this bi-millenary institution had a solution after Hiroshima, after Dasch-Au-Schwitz. Other newcomers were joining: in Poland, Paul@Cujus, a "T.V.", ("Tardive Vocation"  but in French  “Vieux Tacot"”, with adventures); in Bavaria, “Pal Jojo now Hexadecimal ”, (we have the same age for a few days); in France, Lulu, a KSDJ (after Ben Gourion), astray who should have left more quickly than I. Are they proud of their brilliant career? these gastropodous castrated by their mother. 
        Historical entry, never seen, that won't be repeated: many STOs, (gone to Germany on the professors' advice), returning for arguments against their communist buddies. Some would return over to the factory, hoping to find them. Ex-underground, and even a chap that liberated Monte Casino, (congratulated by these same Profs for his disobedience of an advice inspired by Holy Spirit). Between the professors, “division of circuitos”, one of them condemned to death and pardoned by Hitler himself: he had used the seminar as a relay for English pilots . Without any value today, just a wood cross.

        Six hours for my laic program: (1), study of language, Russian, (2), a chapter of the “French Revolution” by  Madelin. Very interesting book to explain to priests that  their Gospels can have two interpretations, (the “Revolution” has a dozen of them, by Marx, Lavoisier, Le Bon, Olivier, the emperor of Austria…) And (3), all  the remaining hours for the technique of the week, the diesel. While going down to the chapel, I was a motor mechanic, ready to explore Africa.  A skeleton escaped from Dachau, started:

         I do not like being taught what I know. I really thought of leaving but the last train having left, I had the night to ponder  and think.  I couldn't say, I solved so important a problem as the religion in fifteen minutes and Half of the dilemma remained::

         I had to understand the incredible expansion of Chrestinity. All was settled quickly and well: in one of the three parishes of Guru, a family model had provided a candidate, a secure success in advance. On the following day, as soon as the end of the mass, he explained to me, (by himself? not sure), that, as gifted in philosophy, (how not to be it after years with really grown-ups?), I had a unique opportunity to deepen it. His  father, a businessman, had been  useful for me to launch a pagoda. To my question:

        He answered:

       The delicate problem disappeared : “What to say to the baron?  what would the baron say ?” Even today, I do not know his true intentions. For remarkable as he was, could he guess that one century after “Separation”,  the  manager of great paper of opinion should dominate the religious problem in all his forms, true and false?
        The immediate problem disappeared: “How to employ the two years before the service, even while preceding the call” I would pass them, guided by a friend of Maurice Blondel, (e great  “B” of the pre-war period, with Bergson and Brungschvig), thanks to a judgement of Rome as stupid as the condemnation of DEMAIN. Blondel did not  participate in this newspaper, by intello-racism. Owner of the “Philosophical Review”, he was informed, (by Bremond, collaborator of DEMAIN), but considered the combat of the baron useful but inferior. Then his turn came and his priest-friend  was exiled into the Bourdaloue University. With exclusive obligation of aquiquinade. You should prepare for a very different  “philosophy ”:

         Occasion to understand the utility and the use of the aristotology, and as of the first contact, I obliged my teacher to sell me his Aristoto:

 (I could have used the reverse: “I am atheistic. This ratafia certainly will convert me ! ”). He answered: “You are quite hard”. Did he still believed? Faith does not exist more than autism. Result: to each one his faith, which makes difficult to understand a priest who loses  faith but must continue for the most various reasons. My particular teacher was a philosophical Janus: aristotelician officially, himself in private. A perfect continuation for my “education”. I like rules and I adopted  his, rather laic, like

      Work on your own problems and  give them a beginning of  solution, (what Popper recommends ) and I religiously respected this following rule:

         The son of a banker, he had a remarkable library. He commented while searching books:

         After each meeting, I left with a dozen books.  DEMAIN described the training of the Spanish priests, distinguishing between the ratafia for low-clergy and the top-fientouille for  future leaders. In France, all received the  higher quality. What astonished me most: the capacity of “Elected of the Lord” to stuff indigestible phrasing. Graving that I find in the writings of my “top-pals”, Paul@Cujus, cardinaval Lulu that has just refused the tiara; and the “recuperator”, Jojo Hexadecimal. The ignorance of the economy was a “must”. Without possible improvement. Lulu proved it  by obliging Jacquard the Pious to declare: “Science can nourish 12 billion men!” Today, retreated  with a curious gift, (one hundred weeks in balloon), it can contemplate the resulting tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes and general pollution, orbi and cieli.
        The following holidays were the most profitable period of my life. With the disappearance of the "zones", the baron dealt with me, "à sa manière". Our meetings were transformed into an  “editorial comittee”. Even when I drove his car. To tell the truth he  spoke alone, which he did a good part of his life. His economic system  was very simple: to respect the small property, the craftsman. "The United States is lost they destroyed the family…" August Comte approves: as a sociology base, he did not choose the individual but the family, surely the best brick to build a civilised world, corresponding to the logic of the system theory. He taught me a technique ignored from higher education: “to read events”. Most interesting, the “practical works”. One Saturday after the lunch, a driver style "band of Bonnot" presented himself: “Mr Herriot wishes to speak with Monsieur…” De Gaulle, hoping a referendum, had taken a mortal risk , foreseeable after the failure of Churchill. Herriot, President of the Parliament, found himself with more chances than Chirak in 2002. Rarely seen so fast an execution. The driver transmitted without  understanding. Then the baron quietly explained me  why Edouard H. would not be the next President of the Republic. And he finished: “For his Great History of Lyon, he took 'negros”. The baron was a great journalist when Herriot pointed in Lyon level little teacher of Latin-Greek. On the next Wednesday, Herriot gave up  the Elysée. I used the receipt for Edouard II. The baron had promoted an “auriol”. I gave the place to the Chirak family:

        In 2002? Just a bottom-push-push and  admiral Dudule got it easily. Anyway, he was rewarded: TV-emissions, a "redactionnist" for his memory and  disappearance until the 20th generation!

        I had a bed installed in the immense library. Between 1900 and 1940, it stored all the publications, (recognition of the place of the baron in the press). The shelves filled,  large tables of farm were brought in  the middle, quickly insufficient. Then one piled up everywhere. To join my bed, I was to walk 25 meters on books. A book in the ground seems  a tomb stone, (impression of the cemetery of the fishermen in St-Louis of Senegal!). An complete edition of DEMAIN was with the foot of my bed.
        This education did not make me the freelance journalist to whom one you indicate “theme, time, length”, (I saw this wonder functioning in the “consultancy”, (the owner paid:  protesting is too dangerous). Guru taught me the “billet of the manager”: ten nice lines, then a blow of stiletto between the eyes. The baron directed me towards the great investigations, which a philosopher does naturally. But philosophy ignores  the deadlines, and the investigations can last decades. Sorbonne settles this point with a “¨Publish or Perish” and  kills thinking.

1.6 The University? Not my cup of tea
        Thanks to a short letter of Guru, I began my military service with a coffee with the admiral of the Base of Toulon; then University of Beirut. This life  appeared needy to me, with “disputationes” as in the Middle Ages. I deduced an invaluable rule:

 (but which teacher can neglect what is defended by the future examinator of his pupils). It is even truer our day: a computing handbook two years old  should be thrown away!
        Once more, Heaven  delivered me a brain  to  pump, (in my opinion, it is enough to move,  stir up, be ready; and all my “chances” were offered to thousands). Poidebard  “redirected” me.  Little by little, the role of Persia appeared more important on our lives  than Rome, Athens, Memphis, connected in an “axis of civization”). Babylon held the key of the Western Religion, those ofthe “satammu”, a dilemma:

          Any university glorifies about  a borrowed  “genius”. Cas of Darwin, Newton, Einstein, that brought more glory to their old people's home than they did  draw! Obviously, I would certainly have avoided an “Affaire de la Faisanderie”. I leave this to future generations.
        As of my return, all finished quickly. “Citroen” went to Palestine on Champollion that failed on the Lebanese coast, (at this place I had sought  Phenician glassware ). Just await the high tide but a passenger decided to swim to the land. He called for help. Louis believing that he did not know  swimming, plunged. The sea was covered with fuel oil and the two died. The previous year, at the “Cave of Pigeons”, I had escaped  the tide of Ides of March, (so dangerous that a law puts in prison whoever bathes there at that time. Never applied: nobody survives). Occasion to examine what occurs in the head from a hautist during this kind from experiment, the relation hautism-divinity,  my fear of losing an opportunity,  my manner of deciding and of creating me problems, translated in a slogan: “Now or Never”

1.7 “Epi-Top-Lepsy”?
        The death of the baron shocked me much more. Only once it had spoken about religion, just a word. I told my pilgrimage to Salette. He grumbled:  “swindle!” No fly was heard, (none took off). Then all felt constrained as if a contract had been broken  Anyway, he refused the “sacraments”. Guru was broken up, as in front of an irrevocable failure. Did the baron settle  accounts? Because if Waldeck-Rousseau asked the purple for uncle-cardinal, (for good republican), it was granted against the closure of DEMAIN, with promise of an assistant knowing the priesthood perfectly. Maybe the baron, rejected as an old sock by Cardinal Uncle, carried out in a boat by little brother,  had demanded the promised assistant. The best and the worst was found: a kid with a completely neutral brain.. Possibility of another goal requiring the contract. His death started in me a chain reaction  ending in a total revelation. Not only I solved the evangelic puzzle  but I understood why this monstrous assembly triumphed during millennia. I needed just to understand the “satammism” appeared shortly after the discovery of writing.
        Here, I call upon Doctor Blanc who connected autism and epilepsy. It is sudden like an explosion. I invent a word? “ear-top-lepsy”, (do think of Champolion after his great discovery). You awake “fresh like a fish”, with no memory of the day. I was on a bed; three strong fellows asked me to remain calm. Two male nurses appeared, tied me up on a stretcher. And full gallop towards the hospital. What did I have makes to give such a fear? the witnesses had sworn never to say anything, just : “You work too much!” Isolation, without a book, distressed, unable to swallow a pill. Fortunately, I fell on an intelligent psychiatrist. After one month, he spoke for the first time: “I do not understand your case, I return you home”. I was more lucky than Auguste Comte! The next time, I made this exercise in my studio: I raised and  back to my computer.
        Kant and Schopenhauer smelled relativity 80 years before Einstein. Apparently, in 1949, I had, philosophically, a presentiment of  the bicameral system, the secret role of the right brain: “to preserve, start, impose the rules of the tribe”. Schopenhauer was the first to underline the predominance of a “will” on the intelligence. But why didn't he connect on the 'NEXT' question? “role of the intelligence in the formation of the probable will… site of this “will”… He would have cut the grass under Nietzsche's feet and his “will for power”, and aboutthe Freudouille's porno-analyse and  “Lacan-that-speaks” and caused a revolution in education, before Montessori and Freinet.
        Kant and Schopenhauer had a not very current preparation and I note it by myself: the hautist combines an incapacity to give up to an out of common resistance , (in Africa, I declared vaccination my “diseases”, (even the famous “dingue”),  without stopping my work). Apparently, Nature blocks this dangerous capacity before madness. By an explosion, a true tsunami, requiring a set of circumstances causing a “easterly”. But we cannot cause it and, to interpret the flash,  a long preparation is needed, a habit "to read the events". We are similar to the “visitors” of the Louvre, each one takes what he is ready to take. For me, it was an opportunity to use my introspection. The dumb brain, sometimes qualified “brain of the emotion” appeared the “brain programmable by the emotion ”. But to whom could I speak about such an experiment? A long time, I had only “demonstrations”.

1.8 The brain prepared better for philosophy?
        Rule of Popper:

         I started with the idea of a contract between the two brains, a gentlemen's agreement to help without obstructing the other. Today, I find strange that Freud, who recite, (like his Julie and his salesmen): “Her father put this into her head…”, did not understand that they held the solution, probably the key of the cure. Occasion to replace my anti-aristotologicrule, (“NEXT!”):

        A long research. However, the solution was simple and even double, as the cooking of veal kidneys, (either slow fire, lengthily; or strong fire, a brutal seizure).
        My theory was proved the day I escaped a truck. Persuaded that I was thoughtless, (as said, opinion reinforced by the psychiatrist presenting to me like “the most inattentive type ever known”; really, he did not know Newton!), I “envisaged” possible cases while driving. One day, on a never used mountain lane, a truck popped up. Before reflecting, I had thrown my car into the ditch, on a pole. I saw it to move backward, amortizing the shock. Completely rotted by dampness, it stood upright thanks to its neighbors. Later, I interpreted Libet according to Darwin:

         Bloody checking: ten years later, at the same place, the daughter of the baron was killed by a truck: she had reflected one second. It thus seems that my exercises had created  a stock of immediate solutions. And I often noted it. Once, in Tunisia, a child played on the side of the road. Suddenly, he crossed the road. His brother kept the sheep on the other side. But as soon as he raised his head, I had slowed down.  I imagine the reasoning: “Car danger,  join  brother…” But through need  to know, I reconditioned a car-engine before touching a driving-wheel. Add-on, 15.000 “accompanied” kilometers: I was given  my driving-license. So for  motor-bike. I refused it because I had not asked for it! As to my bus-license, i just negotiated it. In Africa, this paper was prohibited to "White Bottoms".
        Wittgenstein approves: our brain uses “decided decision tables”. The dream could be preparation of solutions for another similar occasion. The famous “will” of Schopenhauer, could be the result of a sweeping of the quiet brain. Even creativity could come from it, (what would explain the small number of creative) But when a “minor offender” stabs his teacher, I am not surprised. His brain  does not block his primitive aggressiveness. One understands the importance of these “big brothers”: in the absence of parents, they indicate and impose the “civisation”.
       And I give a price to the “psychiatrist” that declared:

        Regret, and noted in my 'lost tribe". The child passes to the back of an older sister and it is "solicited" by its environment even more!
        Today, I realize that I had the brain prepared best for true philosophy, (correctly definite!) I had a “Popperian program of research”. My “sponsors” were the alive proof that philosophy is reflection on our own experience. But how to acquire it? How to transfer it to the quiet brain? I did not even have a detector for true philosophers. I smiled of the council of my teacher: “To read only good books”. Corollary:

1.9 Reflection on a “easterly”
        I do not believe in the “thought in images”. It is a confusion between visualizing and conceptualizing. I am surprised that  fifteen centuries were needed to reverse a triremeon four walls, the “nave” of the cathedrals. The image supports the thought, as the blackboard supports the reasoning. Before the invention of writing, the ear worked in sequential and the eye in global. Can we allot sequential reasoning to the left brain, (the “sequential one” of the programmers), and “global thinking ” to the right?
        Let us go further in this alliance and examine  “reading in pictures”.  Writing  is sequential   reading uses  a means working "globally". The eye wants to see the words in block-images. At Easter 1950, (as a hautist always on the move), I visited Dotrens, the inventor of the famous “global method”. Agreement for Italian, that certainly guided this discovery, (just a problem of sounds for e and a between Florence and Rome!). Doubtful for the “fascists” languages,  created to maintain the “Platonic cattle” in their “condition”: French  writes the sound “O” in seven groups, English pronounces the group “ough” in seven manners. When the road-panels were smeared in Algeria, I noted that the Arab text is a succession of drawings, ready for global reading. Global reading was made for Arabic!
        If all is system, (leave it to me!), it is obvious that all can be visualized, the unit and its parts; and the reactions of the parts on the unit and between them, (think of monetary circuits, inputs-outputs of a village, elements of a car… At the extremes, idea and image seem able to function alone: idea without any image, (let it to the philosopher) or image without any idea, (obvious for the three-dimensional juggler, the designer of the engine room of a ship).
        Application to the Hand-Books of Gilgamesh? As explained, the aristotology or its substitute,  cartesiânism, left me dazzling. But the “New Testament”, left me panting. I am unaware  why so many hyper-celebrated brains, (Nietzsche, Arendt, Heid' Higler…), and even academifrancized, (PhiloSerres, Bouc&Misère…) , swallow like a Marenne oyster, this occasion of “stupor” on a gold patére! The Gospels seem drawn by a painter moving his easel continuously. The vanishing lines go astray! (do imagine the lines of a Canaletto distorted with a Paint Shop !) My mania of logic required to reconcile the joKriss of Saul de Farce, (the moni-maker), with the Jeshouah manufactured by Herod-Pilatus, (to stop the Galilean explosion ). Really abnormal to find normal Saul writing more than the evangelists  before the existence of a single Gospel, (In the Bible of Jerusalem, I count  31 pages by Mark the original, against 138 pages for the "Letters" !)
        Worse! and even easier to guess: every Sunday, thousands end thousands of “believers” hear the “New Missal of Sundays”, (1989, easy to find! Brepois Editions, Centurion, Mame, Stag, Country cottage, Desclées, De Brower, Drugget and Ardant, Mame, Proost, Tardy) .It shows three “Testaments”,  New, Ancient and the intermediary, the Saulian Babble. This last, each Sunday, recalls,  repeats, resifts the vacuum of the Epistles and the doctrine of the "Little Runt". Had he understood the extraordinary “potentia” of the vacuum though, intellectually, he was as limited as any founder of “religion”, Sun Moon, Kung Fong.        Therefore,  (according to rule “NEXT”), do locate the painter of the Gospels. Priority to Marc, a fund-raiser of Saul de Farce, going for news to JesuShalom, filling out his handbook according to his needs of the day and the people  he wanted to convert,  adopting the cruciFiction to attract Mithra's followers baptized in ox blood, the descent to Hell for the admirers of Isis, the Magi for orientalized people. And collecting grubs, (not less than sixty-six), the first and only chrestinic liturgy. Did he fall on the existence of the" first Matthew"? (written about 40). Its existence is perfectly established and its goal perfectly described, limited to block another rising of Galileans, excited by any appearance of any auto-claimed Messiah.

Sure! How to get rid of an troublesome witness? “ Marc offered a translation of him of  his. Immediately a “Falsify to Fortify”, with the dates generally allowed by all the “specialists”: Saul, 40-50; Marc, 70; Luke, 80; Matthew, 90.  Garanteed by a  Word of the Gospel: “The first becomes the last!” John? He solved a major problem, to evacuate “true Jews” from the Roman empire, about 325. Rule: “To evacuate, replace”.

        Found in a jug, (found in a cave, (located in a lost island)), about year 350, the helpful John was used to  introduce missing actors in Palestine but  the three “synoptic ”, today, raise the most extreme question, truly deconstructrive: “Qui judeos in Palestina vidit?”
        "NEXT?" an aparte to recover testimonies of "specialists" that will make three turns in their tomb  understanding that they had the truth under their nose, that they described it without understanding it.  "NEXT?" An introduction to the possibility of programming the right brain by the effect of surprised and the joy of discovering by oneself. Obviously, it would be easy to simply use the texts given in 1990 to the hierarchy catho-French-Church, (that caused its rout and the intellectual destruction of joKriss-babbles of any kind). But I prefer to risk a "falsify", in order to prove and to test the rules of training imposed by the knowledge of the bicameral system, (with the assistance of Wholly Spirit, Ordino in civilian life).
    While I read "Arendt" by Laurette A., I note that her heroin has studied works of Bultmann. A look at his "History of the Synoptic Tradition". Seldom seen such a "fortify" by a great professor as unaware as his brilliant reader of the new logic  imposed by the sole appearance of the computer!

       The “satammu” debe contestar a todo y todos”, if not, his only remedy is running away, (Celsus saw it perfectly 18 centuries ago!). And each generation of preachers is educated, locked up in a cul-de-sac, the version re-examined, corrected, adapted, divinized for each period.

         I had solved other problems: the recipe  to manufacture preachers, (soft castration by a mother aiming at a retirement as the first Lady of the parish). And I currently spoke this  “priest language" helpful to get out of  any difficult situation. Today, this language is adopted/adapted urbi and orbi, spread/taught in the media and even in the Parliaments. Examples? “Pal Lulu” declaring in Moscow: “All was lie”, (whereas himself fled to Rome, for a job of  small vicar, (and was brought back willy-nilly, because any “Xf never gives back what he took”), or Les Lumières" are the cause of Dachau-Schwitz”, (without any protest of the “media”!) But this style is contagious, even on Giscard-Decline declaring: “Before naming Lulu in Notre-Dame, I consulted the rabbis”,  supplemented by Sunday Rabbit: “Xfs came to Poland at the request of the princes and the bishops…” Because they come only on request. Suicidal need to prove that KⁱSⁱDⁱJⁱs are JⁱdⁱPⁱs of the first pope, (manufactured with Yebnevites to drive  true Xfs out of the Roman Empire).

1.10 The absolute philosophical paradox.
        By this time, my problem remained:

         My passage by the university of Beirut pushed me towards teaching. I had successful in this work. With the possibility of making a “diploma”, (though too much inattentive to attend a course).  By my 25 years, I cumulated five years of teaching, in four nations,  three continents, meeting very different pupils, from great titles to the child with notches under his eyes. Error to take this way to acquire experiment: in two years in Africa, I had spoken only once with a father. Even at top level, teaching isolates. After fifteen years turning around on the campuses a teacher ends up believing himself a great explorer. Today, I justify my waste of time by the importance to dominate pedagogy, which the ministers for Instruction miss.
        But nature multiplies the occasions. I was on the equator, with an iron health, (characteristic of the hautists!), and a return  ticket.  Out of the “White bottoms”, (Cameronian saying), come “to make their millions”, a quarter did not finish the first stay; hardly half return a second time. The opportunity arose from  piastres-traffickers   wanting “to reinvest”, by building a factory in a corner more than lost.
        “Life is problem-solving”, (Popper). And philosophy much more! I was going to find the absolute philosophical paradox. The enterprise was   a mine of the problems to solve, the high-place to train a true philosopher, a totalanalogy, between philosopher and manager. However very few philosophers were risked in the factory, and theserare daring fellows just ridiculized. their “science”.
                       As a last conclusion, to show philosophy as a walk towards progress, (that each one must remake), I control that I did not distort my first stage with the convictions/conceptions of an octogenarian.

1.11 Philosophy as an "unending quest",
 according to the reflection of a "philosophically correct philosopher". Popper holds another title to this title: he left a will and testament, a digest, (under that title), protecting him from a hagiography by a biographer lowering to his floor any thinker who exceeds him.  Our libraries are full of this kind of handbooks, not false but smelling purgation and expurgation,  "redactionnism" type aquiquinade, augustinade and even arlequinade. It's a duty of the true philosophy towards the following generations to write the "ended quest" of any declared philosopher. I created soft-tools to classify all this philo-junk: my "Rule of T", my "Parnassus Tower", recalling that the true philosopher lives at the 56th floor and already thinks the 60th one. I'll justify.

used to say my personal philoprof. I add: "Nobody enters  philosophy after a passage in religion". Two completely different practises, at the extreme one of the other. The priest who claims himself a philosopher doesn't constitute the major paradox: knowing the "religion" is essential to the true philosopher and practically impossible, like crossing a marsh without covering one's self with mud, (philosophers could be classified from their smell). But we have a better proof nowadays:  "atheistic" philosophers jumping in the passing boat, claiming their chrestinic tradition!
        True philosophy is a "unending fight", (which requires a moral and intellectual level, and sometimes enormous sacrifices), to escape official teaching/taming, (has our education system for first mission, transforming the child into a "useful adult"), to preserve our native curiosity creativity (which explains true philosophers are close to the scientists and scientists provide true philosophers).

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