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L’idée que nous vivions le rêve d’un autre m’a un jour effleuré l’esprit avec une évidence troublante.
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The idea that we might be living in someone else’s dream once brushed my mind with a troubling clarity.
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Comme si, soudainement, la réalité perdait sa saveur : le décor se fissurait, révélant les structures nues qui la soutenaient. Tout apparaissait mécanique, prévisible, sans grâce — et pourtant, c’était encore le même monde.
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As if, suddenly, reality lost its flavour: the scenery cracked, revealing the bare structures that held it up. Everything seemed mechanical, predictable, devoid of grace — and yet, it was still the same world.
  
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Pour résister à cette impression d’artifice, je me suis accroché à ce qui demeure : la beauté. Pas celle, lisse, de la perfection, mais la beauté de l’Ordre qui surgit du Chaos, ou celle du Chaos qui se fraye un passage dans l’Ordre.
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To resist this impression of artificiality, I clung to what remains: beauty.
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Not the smooth beauty of perfection, but the beauty of Order rising from Chaos — or of Chaos carving its way through Order.
  
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Cette beauté, ou plutot harmonie, n’est pas un luxe, c’est une fonction vitale. Elle maintient les consciences en équilibre, comme une transe douce qui rend supportable le mouvement. Sans émerveillement, rien ne tiendrait.
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This beauty, or rather harmony, is not a luxury; it is a vital function.
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It keeps consciousness in balance, like a gentle trance that makes the motion bearable. Without wonder, nothing would hold.
  
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Alors j’ai imaginé l’univers comme un immense arbre de vie.
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So I imagined the universe as an immense tree of life.
  
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Certains êtres, au lieu de s’épanouir aux extrémités lumineuses, demeurent plus près du tronc, là où la sève est dense et la pression constante.
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Some beings, instead of blossoming at its radiant extremities, remain closer to the trunk, where the sap is dense and the pressure constant.
  
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Ce sont eux qui supportent la tension du monde. Leur place n’est pas enviable, mais essentielle : ils maintiennent les connexions, les frontières, les zones critiques où s’inventent les formes nouvelles.
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They are the ones who bear the tension of the world. Their place is not enviable, but it is essential: they hold the connections, the frontiers, the critical zones where new forms are forged.
  
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La souffrance, ici, n’est pas une finalité. Elle est l’expression du gradient nécessaire à la création — le prix payé pour le prix à payer pour que l’arbre étire ses branches et que les consciences s’élèvent toujours un peu plus vers le ciel.
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Suffering, here, is not an end. It is the expression of the gradient necessary for creation — the price to be paid so that the tree may stretch its branches, and consciousness may rise ever so slightly toward the sky.
  
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Les Faiseurs l’ont compris depuis longtemps.
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The Makers have understood this for a long time.
  
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Ils ne cherchent pas la douleur, ils la transmutent.
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They do not seek pain; they transmute it.
  
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Ils investissent leur peine dans la matière du monde, pour conduire l’ensemble vers une configuration plus riche, plus juste, plus belle. Et quand le nouvel équilibre s’installe, c’est la grâce — l’harmonie retrouvée qui, un instant, fait oublier la violence du passage.
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They pour their sorrow into the matter of the world, to guide the whole toward a richer, fairer, more beautiful configuration. And when the new equilibrium takes shape, there is grace — the harmony restored that, for an instant, makes one forget the violence of the passage.
  
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Alors, dans le silence, le monde continue de rêver.  
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Then, in the silence, the world goes on dreaming.
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Et peut-être, à travers nous, il apprend à se souvenir de sa propre beauté.
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And perhaps, through us, it is learning to remember its own beauty.

Version du 13:27, 7 novembre 2025

The idea that we might be living in someone else’s dream once brushed my mind with a troubling clarity. As if, suddenly, reality lost its flavour: the scenery cracked, revealing the bare structures that held it up. Everything seemed mechanical, predictable, devoid of grace — and yet, it was still the same world.

To resist this impression of artificiality, I clung to what remains: beauty. Not the smooth beauty of perfection, but the beauty of Order rising from Chaos — or of Chaos carving its way through Order.

This beauty, or rather harmony, is not a luxury; it is a vital function. It keeps consciousness in balance, like a gentle trance that makes the motion bearable. Without wonder, nothing would hold.

So I imagined the universe as an immense tree of life.

Some beings, instead of blossoming at its radiant extremities, remain closer to the trunk, where the sap is dense and the pressure constant.

They are the ones who bear the tension of the world. Their place is not enviable, but it is essential: they hold the connections, the frontiers, the critical zones where new forms are forged.

Suffering, here, is not an end. It is the expression of the gradient necessary for creation — the price to be paid so that the tree may stretch its branches, and consciousness may rise ever so slightly toward the sky.

The Makers have understood this for a long time.

They do not seek pain; they transmute it.

They pour their sorrow into the matter of the world, to guide the whole toward a richer, fairer, more beautiful configuration. And when the new equilibrium takes shape, there is grace — the harmony restored that, for an instant, makes one forget the violence of the passage.

Then, in the silence, the world goes on dreaming. And perhaps, through us, it is learning to remember its own beauty.

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