The Four-Chambered Heart

One more for the hall of shame: I tried to read a novel in French but I randomly chose the corniest one from Anaïs Nin, so it went straight to the side of Reservoir Dogs and 'Love is a Racket' as unfinished business.

There is however something there (and right before the 'Django' character began playing the guitar and 'Djuna' began to be neurotic) that has been in my head ever since:

'Tous les mots prononcés dans la vie tissent dans l'être un réseau compact de formes et de couleurs. Parallèllement au sang, circulent dans les veins l'essence distillée de tous les actes accomplis, les sédiments de tous les rêves, tous les désires, tous les fantasmes, toutes les expériences. Les sentiments vécus dans le passé se combinent pour donner à la peu ses couleurs, aux lèvres leur saveur, rythmer le pouls et forger le cristal du regard. La fascination qu'exerce un être sur un autre ne provient pas de ce qu'exhale sa personnalité à l'instant même de la rencontre'

Phew. Je m'appelle Mads.

'All the words said in life knit in the human being a compact tissue of forms and colours. Parallel to the blod, runs by the veins the distilled escence of all the accomplishments, the sediments of all the dreams, all the desires, all the phantoms, all the experiences. The emotions lived in the past combine to give the skin its colours, the lips its flavours, rhythm to the pulse and forge the crystal of the glance. The fascination that one being has on another comes from what the personality exhales at the very moment of the encounter'.

Last night I was sipping a pinkish drink and thinking what is it about Monsieur that made me zen. The quotation above talks about what makes people like people - forget for a second the Discovery Channel documentaries on finding a mate, hormones and zebras being chased by lions. Sometimes you meet people you are attracted to and have no clue what is it about. Believe above describes it well. The first layer is always the most ambiguous and the place where prejudgements are born. But speaking and actually listening can bring up this bundle of wonders that makes you wanna keep people around. Or not. It is not the 'today' what we present to the person, we cannot get rid of our fear of dark no matter how many years have passed.

I've always said that this world needs more people with imagination. Recently, added that we could also do with more people up to help other people. But actually this world needs more people who listen.

Merci pour l'existencialisme.
Merci pour les histoires et les chop-sticks.
Merci beaucoup pour m'écouter, Alexi D!