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Genealogy of my Philosophy

Philosophy, love and hapyness

Eugene Delacroix Jeune orpheline au cimetiereThe humanity is destined to reach its perfection

It was close to the end of the year 1999.

In the period, to entertain me during lunch time, I used to write small novels in a public square, not far away from the company where I was employed and which stole me the most beautiful hours of my creative spirit. During one of these Southern draftings (I live in the city of the cinema) a sentence, introduced by something that I do not know, unintentionally, joined on my notebook. It just came, beyond my will, magic intuition, hatches as a rose in the middle of a jumble. This fascinating sentence, which is not it any more today but was it formerly, was: “Humanity is destined to reach its perfection ". After having wrote these surprising words on my notebook, I stood a little bit back to read them again more attentively. In the second reading I grasped their sense, I mean at the ll of my heart. I felt a profound dizziness mixed with a lot of happiness, as if suddenly, all the lights of my spirit enlightened at the same moment all the hidden recesses of all the rooms, as if I had just discovered the key of an enormous enigma. It is exactly the way I felt the matter. After years of wanderings under the chinese lanterns of the bars, looking for truths able to satisfy me, after decades of pain in search of meaning, of ideal position, in brief, after years of illness, wondering questions without answers, rything was suddenly colored of evidence, the passageway to my heart got clearer as if by magic. For a long time, my character wondered why we were on earth but my painful nature could not exceed the curtains of violence which cover the life of all which it has of sense. I could not know that beyond this evil, an opened valley offered its clearness to all its visitors. This ceaseless fight between the sense and the absurd was happening, certainly for a long time, in limbo dark of my unconscious. It was definitely the silent reason of my biggest fears, of my phobias and my strange dizzinesses. A too sensitive spirit in a too violent world: you certainly will understand why, during all these pre-philosophic years, I had to drink so much; it is the same mechanism for the drug addict, the obese person, the phobic, the depressive, the bulimic, the anorexic or the person with suicidal tendencies. In an absurd world, spiritualist beings try to isolate themselves from violent by all the ways. So, this sentence reached me in October, 1999, on the bench where I was writing. After some minutes of euphoria and pleasant peace of mind, relative questions ran fast to my head. I wondered about which perfection it was, why, when and how this finality should arrive. Naturally, I had the feeling of a close relation between perfection and happiness, but it was hard to conceive it clearly, I mean it seemed to me that a big distance was evident between the reality of this selfish and warlike world, and the universal happiness, that is the brotherhood, the equality, the love and the peace. From this moment, rything took place naturally. bandoned the current novel I was writing to dive into deep waters of this profound reflection. During a month approximately, the wholeness of my being, my heart, my body and my soul, were totally devoted to what we could consider today as the skeleton of this theory, the austere skeleton of the mecanique universelle. Humanity was dedicated to its perfection. This perfection was universal happiness, peace; love, in brief, the real experience of our dearest desires, our most beautiful aspiration and our favorite moral values. Therefore, the world had a sense. If it had a sense,

Spinoza, Kant, Hegel

philosophe naif oeuvre de jean marc tonizzo

the human evolution included in this world, also had a sense. And as the orientation seemed unalterably steered towards its perfection, this evolution such as it took place, I mean including good and evil, errors, experimentations and victories, pleasure and suffering, was the right one. All these suggestions made me deduce that what we call "evil" had a sense, because it participated in the evolution. My tendency for provocation quickly suggested me the equality of principle between the criminal and his judge. As the perfection needed the good and the evil to build itself, there was a fundamental equality between these two values, exactly like the two opposite sides of any battery. If the principle is important, the form is also necessary. That is why, n if I decreed that for evolution of humanity, the criminal had so much importance as his judge, in the other hand, concerning man and society, the first one had to remain the bad example, the way not to be followed, whereas the other one represented the positive way on which moreover, most of people had chosen to walk on. Obviously, you understand and you know that things are far from being such easy, because for example, various judges, by their injustice and their search of power, are more criminal than criminals whose destiny they hold (but Georges Brassens says it much better than me). At the end of a few days of pure enjoyment and intensive work, I met myself with an embryo of theory which seemed to me completely unwavering. Every new idea, new question or new find fitted as by magic into this positive idea of evolution. Let me say that at this moment of my theory, lmost did not beli in anything, n if I did not stop wondering. I was at least agnostic, and especially completely ignorant of what philosophy and theology had already conclude about this matter. This point is important because it justifies the euphoria I felt during this period when I faced the conclusions incessantly generated by the thinker that now I use to be. During these last two months of the year 1999, I forgot quite daily insignificances to dedicate 15 or 16 hours a day to this fascinating subject. In ry new question I found immediately its answer, it was like an easy puzzle. My reflection began by the evolution of humanity and quickly extended to the whole evolution of living being. I do not know in which book, maybe the Universalis encyclopedia which served me as a Bible at this moment, I discovered some ideal notes to pass from the specie to the whole living being. These notes were: “the evolution is not any more a theory but a fact ", “the alive is characterized by the progressive ascension towards a superior spirit ". Everything seemed to me very clear. If the world was in evolution, it had a direction, thus a sense. The superior spirit was love, happiness, peace.... During a few weeks and in a totally laborious way, I had managed to write some sheets to summarize my ideas. I wrote: “the evolution shows that we incessantly get better our humanism and our charity, while losing more and more bestiality ". I wrote: “the world does not create what is not useful to itself. Without Neanderthal the man would not exist, and without criminal, the progresses of our humanity and of the human justice would not be possible ". lso wrote: “as we evolve towards the good, the justice is always the best in the present, while being perfectible ". I wrote: “as a big caravan in an unknown paradise, the man gropes one's way forward for unification. To be on the wrong tracks is unavoidable; it helps us to discover our way. “I wrote too:” ry negative power in the planet activates a superior power to correct it in a positive way" «. In brief, I had managed to fill five or six pages, and the main lines of my theory were there. At this moment I did not know what to do. I had the feeling to meet myself with an important idea important to explore and which I had to write correctly and clearly to offer it to the whole world, but I was aware of the gaps in my knowledge (do not forget that I had no notion of philosophy or theology)! So, I decided to send these four or five confused sheets to what seemed to me to be the heights of philosophy, criticism and contemporaneous thinking. Naturally, m speaking about certain French philosophers who regularly appear on TV, and about the few famous weeklies and intellectual reviews which matters are about spirit, appreciation or modern, regularly exposed on the display stands of the library. I should tell you what happened just before sending about 30 envelopes containing my theory to these eminent people. I was at the post office, holding the corner of all the envelopes above the right letter box, ready to let them slip into it. I did not dare drop them, so much I was afraid of consequences. Would these people think I was mad? My theory, which seemed to me lightning, was not going to turn the world upside down? I let you imagine my ignorance and the size of my ego at this moment! So I hesitated to drop my envelopes into the box when I remembered one of the conclusions of this philosophy: “Because no act can be done again and because humanity, beyond our errors and our faults, progresses towards its perfection, what has been done just had to be done like that!” When an act had been carried out, then it was coherent for the humanity. If we acted in such a way at such moment, it is because we had to act this way. dmit that when I discovered this concept, I had felt a great relief about the chaotic and excessive éducation I sometimes gave to my children. My spirit then partially unlocked itself. I said to myself “m going to think of nothing. If my fingers open to let slip out these letters towards their addressees, it is because they had to open and the mail had to be sent. If they remain closed, m going back to home with the envelopes. I thus emptied my mind and let my fingers obey my empty head. They let go! Then, rything began… First of all, I felt a sort of violent anguish. The fear of having committed something irresistible! Then slowly, thinking of my theory, the feeling to have made what was needed began erasing all these bad sensations and opened my spirit on a strange cheerfulness. Gradually, this feeling of well-being, this sentiment to have carried out my fate, rose powerfully. I had the impression of having closed my existence. The sensation to have given to the life all that it expected from me. rrived home in a totally strange state. I was full of love, compassion and gentleness. Any pain had run away from my body. Without knowing it, I had entered, for some days, in the delicious marvels of being permanently enjoyed, in what we call awakening, rapture or bliss. I could not stop smiling. My smile was the mirror of my mood. I was unable to make anything else than enjoying a body ry where ry cell was delighted with the harmony of the others. Everything in me was vibrating in harmony with the enjoyment. Breathing, swallowing, touching, moving, feeling, maintained in me all the time a subliminal, platonic and unchanging enjoyment. I could not think nor plan myself in the least future. I could not think of nothing of my past. I was totally absorbed in a present and perpetual immediate. This state was absolutely new for me and it nr reproduced from that time. I had no idea of what happened to me, I could moreover ask no question on this subject. I interpreted this state much later, some months after this experience, as a case of rapture. This sensation of plenitude, peace of mind and love lasted approximately one week. I describe it as it is. First, I have to say something about this matter. I do not consider this experience of rapture as a "superhuman" experience. It did not convert me into a "wise man", did not transform me into a “superior being” or in a “convenient guru ". The rapture, if it is not the result of a long and laborious asceticism, is relatively common, in my opinion. A big part of the human beings feels some day, sometimes in a short way, this state of absolute well-being. It is also present in the sexual orgasm, but the fleetingness of the does not let us be aware of how important it is. We also meet it in the “moment of imminent death“(people who have been close to the death speak about light, about love and about plenitude). But most of these experiences remain in silence. People are afraid of being considered like madman or visionary... “The sudden experience of rapture” is different from “intentional search of rapture ". Indeed, the involuntary and brief rapture is a matter, and dedicating a life in search of this superior state, like the Tibetan monks, the Zen, the Christians, the Indian ascetics or the Sufis, is another matter. At these search lls, obviously, the years of sacrifices or prayers, of asceticism and concentration, the requirement of renunciation, lead the man to the highest degree of the wisdom, to the highest ll of the human psyche. The sensation of plenitude, absolute happiness, deep love and total osmosis felt in the rapture has nothing to do with what common people call "happiness", "rapture" and "love". Nrtheless, this particular experience is not from another world, it is really carnal and neuronal. When we consider philosophy under a mystic approach, the rapturous experience seems to be in the heart of most of its books. From the pre-Socratics until Plato, from Aristotle until Bergson, from medieval philosophy until Spinoza, Kant or Hegel, it seems to me that the rapture, inspire a big part of the ideas and of the words. Nrtheless philosophers that speak about it directly, as Plotin or Jean-Jacques rousseau, are very rare. I lived this experience a few months after having discovered the main ideas of what is today the mecanique universelle. I lived it by chance, without becoming aware of its importance. It added nothing to the mystic feeling that was born after these weeks of extensive work, creative and teleological reflection. According to the idea that the humanity evolves gradually towards the absolute love, towards the rapture, the probability of a creative principle appeared. My belief is pragmatic indeed. If my little experience of rapture has absolutely nothing to do with all the genesis of this philosophy, it just brought me clarity and transparency in the understanding of all these mechanisms. It was a precious help in all the reflection about the consciousness and about the finitude, it also allowed me to understand better the works of Plato, Plotin, Spinoza, Parménides, Saint Augustine, Lao Tseu, Al Kindi, Averroes, Kant or Hegel.

To end this small biographic genesis of the mecanique universelle, I would say that my rapturous state stopped in the same way it began. Then, a wonder crossed my spirit for the first time since my rapturous state. I wondered if my rudimentary notes were really legible. I wondered if they were coherent and understandable because I had posted them in the delight without reading them again. Slowly, the question took me out of my torpor. I switched the computer on; it had remained off for all week (like the television, the radio, as well as all the things that were not in harmony with my strange slowness). I opened the file of the theory and forced my spirit to read the lines. After reading the first page, I felt a kind of hot flush, an increasing anxiety and fear. I brutally became aware that this work was terribly badly written and too brutal to have a real interest. Very quickly, I left this state of absolute enjoyment that characterizes rapture. I found automatically all the sensations of my body. I found all the small subtle pains and especially the fear, the doubt, the anxiety and the excitement, which are typical of my natural and normal state. Today, I can really affirm that from this moment (we were very close to the year 2000) I entered definitely in philosophy without knowing it. About my philosophy Each paragraph of the mecanique universelle has been written under an excited intuition and would doubtless merit a real analysis, a more detailed argumentation, precision and dlopment.


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