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Approximately 30 000 people are protesting in Brussels to protest the lack of new Belgian federal government. I am not, for various reasons that concern me. Although not entirely agree with the objectives of this event, I am however amazed by the negative reactions it provokes! It is well

agree that this event is not a magic wand that will give us a government. We fully agree that what matters most is that this potential government wish to implement as policy in respect of all and sundry. It is agreed that the situation is complex and it is normal - in the Belgian institutional framework - that all these discussions and negotiations take time. How

however the so-called Democrats who express their resentment can they justify their opposition to a popular movement, an expression of ras-le-bol of a share of the population? One may not agree with the objectives, even with the process. But can we apply to the extent that some 30,000 people are stupid, incompetent, ignorant, meaningless politics?

The most surprising (though) is that the majority of those cranky critics who practice systematic bit argumentative and sometimes abusive, propose nothing else! It's reasonable to ask which side is the emptiness!

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Language is the mother, not daughter, thought

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"Language is the mother, not daughter, of thought." So said Karl Kraus , Polemicist Austrian early twentieth century. Without doubt, did he mean something else than what this post claims. This paradox does the thinking that more interesting. I do not really remember how, recently, we came to wonder if the thought existed before language. In other words, can we think outside of language? The discussion

is apparently a philosophical and a there is already stuck with (I love this Agreement paradoxically singular with "many," as he is with the plural " less than two!) . It can be shown that what characterizes the human mind (consciousness, thought, imagination, manipulation abstractions) depends fundamentally on language acquisition. There is thus no conscious thought outside of language. However, there is no denying that words do not always allow to formalize the thinking and that we sometimes think without being able to translate such feelings into words. Ultimately, philosophers agree to think and express the thought that if, in its entirety exceeds well the language, conscious thought, in turn, exists only through language.

Beyond the philosophical question, there are many certain physiological or neuropsychological dimension. Several studies were conducted, particularly with aphasia who lost the language, without losing the thought, which postulates the existence of nonverbal thinking. Ultimately (I'm not trying to reach here) , it seems that all thought relates in one way or another to a language.

A recent study in this respect seems rather subjugating (See Le Soir, January 21, 2011, p. 31). Maude Beauchemin and Maryse Lassonde (Hôpital Sainte-Justine, Montreal) about 126 electrodes placed on the heads of newborns (is that the torture of children?) to analyze the reactions of the brain deal with different words, including those of the mother. The study shows that a newborn immediately interprets the voice of his mother as a draft communication processed by the left hemisphere of the brain, whereas the same word spoken by another person is treated first by the right hemisphere, then left, then right again.

When these babies hear the voice of their mother, information Not only is treated as a draft language, but also creates an initial response: the central part of the cortex, motor area of the floor, also ends with "light".

Beyond the fundamental role of the mother in the construction of language and thought, this study shows that from the earliest moments of his life, the child thinks interacting with the language and communicate through thought. It's a little history of the egg and the chicken. No egg, no chicken. Without chicken, no egg. Without thought, not language. Without language, no thought.

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Incredible Tunisia

The incredible has happened. Ben Ali has finally decided to leave Tunisia, pushed by people - especially its youth - who were exhausted.

Having realized, since 1992 more than fifty missions in Tunisia, I admit that this possibility never seemed to become real. With my Tunisian friends, we gutters - yellow laughter - with each new re-election before the results staggering. In 2009, however, there was nothing to worry about for him: he had obtained only 89.62% of votes! All that was turned into a joke because we knew it was unfortunately not possible to do otherwise. Dare to openly criticize these results could turn against us.

Ben Ali was a dictator. Obviously. Yet I never had the sensation of going into a dictatorship. Except of course the fact that I never spoke of bin Ali with those whose beliefs and I was sure that the only way to tell was ironic. For the rest, I always find Tunisia a very open country. I remember attending a seminar where the actors of the educational system openly criticized certain actions of the Ministry of Education, in the presence of officials. They seemed particularly attentive, willing to improve the system according to Stories from the field. Tunisia is also one of the only countries I know who has taken drastic steps to move from an education system based on the selection and disposal system to a true education for all. The real opening, however, did not change anything to the truth of the plan.

Young Tunisians eventually defy the police and say aloud what they wanted. Several of them lost their lives. This suffering is unbearable. But at least she will have served some purpose.

We now go beyond this first victory. It is not won. While Prime Minister, Mohammed Gannouchi, proclaimed himself President ad interim, we already hear the cries "Gannouchi liberates! . These calls are probably legitimate: how the Prime Minister a dictator could he suddenly become a democrat?

There is little chance that the motion stops as if everything was now for the best in the best of all worlds. The demonstrations will continue. Hopefully they will not be followed by saber-rattling nauseating. The army does not seem to have quite taken sides. Will she keep on course, that of the people? What will he, on the other hand, fundamentalists? Will they not take the opportunity to try to win, to get involved in power? It was one of the great arguments of Ben Ali: he was the last bulwark against the fundamentalists! It was probably not entirely wrong (although this can justify in any way its dictatorship). Now that the regime falters, what will happen there?

Very clever one who would have the answers to these questions. The Tunisian people is facing his destiny. Hope exists. It happen. What seemed unthinkable just a few days ago has now happened. So all hope!

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The "idiots" who mourn

Belgium is over 200 days without government. European record. The world record is not too far (289 days in Iraq). It is therefore not surprising to see emerge at the moment and various citizens' movements that require virtual stop. Faced with these demands, Claude Semal - typically Belgian artist and high quality - felt good to write on his Facebook status with a some success elsewhere: "The idiots who cry for a government are the same ones who cry when they have one."

More than 100 people have "loved" this sentence without appeal ... and that's sad. Claude was probably right in thinking that many of those who now cry cry tomorrow. Is this a reason to treat them as fools and so the insult? My mom always taught me that when people talk behind the verb to be, should always be kind words! One may not agree with some, but not a reason to belittle them. Claude has probably also included. One comment he later wrote: "What seems silly is to claim" a government "without ever asking for the policy that it will apply". How different this comment on an action and his first language on people, on the edge of Poujadism (ouch, it's not going to like it)!

That said, I think he is wrong, even in this comment. This is not because we claim that our politicians are finally come to an agreement and form a government that is not interested in politics which will be implemented and we are ready to accept anything and everything. Belgium is a democratic state and there was an election - completely free, it must be stressed - where everyone could express their political expectations. It emerges from these elections that the Flemish and Francophone no longer quite the same vision. Flemish majority voting right, sometimes to the extreme. The French vote is mostly left, or rather toward the center. In addition to this classic cleavage, we know that the "logic ground" remains predominant in Flemish - which explains the massive vote for relatively nationalist parties - while the French remain in a "logic of the person."

The fact that the various negotiating parties fail to agree is fairly understandable, because - beyond the people and parties - there really are fundamental objections to a number of values. Practical problems arising from no lack of inaction in which we find ourselves after all is relatively consistent. This, however, everyone knows, including men and women politicians who are negotiating table. None of them manage to impose its conception. The agreement will inevitably be a compromise, unsatisfactory for everyone. It is this audacity then to have. Dare say we agree with a solution that is only partially satisfactory. As said another (we do not know that ... everyone has said), just five minutes of political courage.

When some people react - finally - at the lack of courage, they do not necessarily cry. They say they are fed up with wisdom and humor. I confess I am one of the few 78 000 campers who drew , in 3 days, their tents before the virtual 16, rue de la Loi (Prime Minister of Belgium) to demand that our politicians lead a government. Wild camping sites like this, I've known others, including Lebanon and Moldova. There, people were really into their tent and were risking their lives. We are in Belgium and we are only allowed one camping "virtual" or should I write "surreal"? I do not really think all these campers are "idiots" who weep. They are just citizens expressing their ras-le-bol, with dignity and humor.

Among them, it should probably be all political opinion. The fundamental question is of course to know what the government will fall into place and what policies it will lead. It will be again the result of a compromise related to the proportional system in Belgium. In France, a situation like that Belgium is currently living is unthinkable. Their majority system inevitably leads to a majority that imposes its views as it is in power. Is it better? I confess not to be persuaded. The Belgian concept of "compromise" seems devilishly interesting, truly democratic. Ultimately, everyone should be a little confusing. It is not yet "Ultimately". But it must be achieved. That's what all those "idiots" claim today. And they are right.

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between the "yes buts" of some and the "no but" of others, although Belgium must go to the obvious: there is more room for negotiation. And therefore no solution.

appreciation conciliator Vande Lanotte was inevitably a compromise. After so long, he had to lead to a document that takes into account the positions of each imperfectly. If everyone felt the same, there would obviously a government long ago. This, everyone knows and everyone knows that to get by, there is only one real issue: negotiate and accept that things are not quite the way we want.

Those who said "no, but" are clearly stigmatized, but their attitude is really different from those who said 'yes but'? Arguing that it needed amendments, clarifications, prerequisites, etc.. The speech is the same: "Our obsessions are not sufficiently present and they must be on! . In a compromise, they do make a text that resembles them, and thus where others find themselves less and less. How could we have any solution in the end? Some argue

now a change of partners and methods. Hopefully this leads to a better situation when we know that the positions are even more entrenched in so-called partners.

short, is there other than the impasse? The Lion, threatening growls and a cock, proud, sing! If only we could still drink a whole Gueuze!

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Crossing

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At the mouth of the Scheldt , it is on one side Breskens and other Vlissingen, two small Dutch towns not devoid of charm. The distance between them is about 6 kilometers. For years, a ferry connected the two towns, carrying cars and trucks (for a small fee), but also bicycles and pedestrians (for free).

Since 2003, this association was abolished and replaced by the Westerschelde . The 6 miles became 60, with the toll for the tunnel. When is content to be on foot or bicycle, it is nevertheless always possible to crossing on a ferry smarter and faster. It does not have the same charm wild before, but when it gets too bright (albeit cold) today, it's not unpleasant. If it's only free, the return journey now costs EUR 4.60 per person, which is still cheap.

Whatever ... this trip always gives so much pleasure. For a small twenty minutes, you feel in another world, another rhythm, another truth. The rites of passage - with all their constraints whose meaning does not always clear - I was never too interested. They should be as simple as this passage: you walk a little, you climb some stairs, we sit and let yourself go with the slow pace of the ferry itself leaves gently rocked by waves silky. Without really realizing it, you get the other side: we get up as if nothing had happened, we descend a few steps and then walk long it takes.

If all crossings and passages were all so simple, it would help a lot of things. Here, no need for resolutions, parties or other forced challenges. Just happy to get to the other side! And even back by the same path. But in return, you feel different: one could go there and back, in the simplicity of the crossing.

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space between the blue cloud

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Finally, it does not take much for the sun shows itself. In reality, just as the clouds let themselves go a bit to create space ... space between the blue sky!

From that moment, everything is permitted. Or rather, it is permissible to believe in everything. Even believing that the intricacies of life are a quiet river facing the sea

No matter where they are going eventually. The important thing is to believe. Believe that anything goes. Believe that anything is still possible. Believe that at the end of the night, there is still light. Believe that it is eternal.

It is not enough - of course - to be born space. It is also necessary to see and watch! Seek to examine that blue in it emerges. Give him the colors he deserves. Make this thin gap a glimmer of hope.

Above all, enjoy every ray savior. Getting lover, or even to lie. And enjoy. Savor every sign of recognition. Take it for what it is, without Gamberg. Bask.

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Contrast

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sometimes arise in the dark sparks of life. Such a burst ontological, they feed at night while in contrast. Through the sudden light, the night seems even darker yet. She earns a unique density and deep inviting to plunge by releasing all restraint.

Sparks are transient. Last night. They flutter from heart to heart, illuminate the dreams, pretend believing that they could persist in a dynamic eternity. Even when - lofty - they shine with their thousand flames, however they fail to break the force of the black night. It merely tolerate stardust. She knows that she alone remains and once extinguished, it will reign alone again and majestic.

The cinders are living elsewhere because the night spreads its mantle. In the light of day, they do not fit and do not seem to exist. This is because the darkness envelops the universe and seeps into the lower corners of the sparks conspicuous by their contradiction random.

The night ended - or so it is claimed - by disappearing. She keeps with her at the few flames that were able to believe could be overcome. The day came, there remains only the flickering flames and debris sneaky.

Soon the night comes, let it be pierced even by these useless stars who understood their futility. Some sometimes dare back in a few moments and artificial intelligence. Then they go out. It remains only at night.