a french toolbox

If you kept a certain form of active curiosity, you will get me at once. This is it :

Enter a library, pick a book, a VERY clever scholar book, about anthropology, philosophy or anthropological philosophy, whatever, something you don’t know anything about.

Not. Your. Field.

And dig. Go to page 174 and read half of the page. Nothing happens? Good! Add 35 pages and move forward : read. OK, read TWO pages. Go on. Until…

Until you find something quirky. In a totally inappropriate way, steal it, bend it, squeeze it, make a stick, a balloon, or a juice of it. Then apply this weird twisted “tool” to another field : to love, to poetry, to photography, to music, to creativity.

Then open your eyes and your mind, see what happens, or better : see what kind of seeds jump on your nose, what colors you find, what coincidences begin to roundance in the sun. There you go.

Plant a seed, make it happen, feel the joy of it. Water it. Be a wizard. Sharpen your curiosity. Be casual. Dance with yourself. Listen to the wind and tan your forehead in front of the moon. And there it is. From a piece of savant page, you made an idea. Voilà!

 

Thanks for reading!