Ah bah finalement après moult débat sur la folie individuelle la vraie folie est enfin dénoncée ! on avance....
J'avoue que l'affaire de Tarnac en est une profonde illusration +1 !
Par contre le précédent post je le sens comme de l'induction volontaire ou pas de psychotage intellectuel : on est tous "fous" tant que le système dans lequel nous évoluons l'est
Pour cette raison je m'interroge sur la pertinence de ce terme ou de cette perception qu'une personne peut avoir d'une autre.
Enfin bon en même temps à la base aucune personne ne pouvant penser ce que pense une autre, 2 personnes ne penseront/n'agiront jamais exactemement de la même façon.
C'est inhérent à l'humanité et c'est une de ses plus grandes richesses, lui permettant d'apprendre grace aux infines possibilités de croisemements d'experience/de pensées qu'elle permet.
Certains stigmatisent cette richesse lorsqu'elle se manifeste sous une manière trop inhabituelle pour eux et utilise le mot "folie" dont la connotation la plus généralement ressenties parmis les masses est négative...
Certains s'aventurent dans le dédales de toutes les tentatives descriptives/ananlytique de la folie.... pourquoi pas ! c'est à mon humble avis un des nombreux chemins comme le conspirationisme ou les medecines alternative dans d'autre registres qui mènent partout et nulle part à la fois.
Allez ! une chanson appropriée je trouve dédiée à tout le monde moi y compris of secour ( qui n'a jamais tenté d'avoir raison sur tel ou tel sujet, qui n'a jamais tenté la folle entreprise de compréhension de la folie au détriment de la recherche des richesses aussi infinies mais plus utiles il me semble, de l'apprentissage rationel empirique) :
Bob Dylan - Ballad of a Thin Man
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XSXT8ubF ... re=relatedYou walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you say, "What's mine?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To just give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason?"
And he says, "How?"
And you say, "What does this mean?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home"
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made
To wear earphones
Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?
