LITTLE THOUGHTS... WILD!

• Human science is... divine when it knows how to lessen our ills; it is filthy when it becomes fratricidal.

• Our Desires: Light butterflies that come to kill themselves in the flames of reality.

• Our Faults: a pile of dirty little things that we strive to hoard in a corner, hiding them from view... to forget them more quickly.

• Let the wand of a benevolent fairy put the "fed" in the place of the workers, and the former will in turn understand what rebellion is.

Gaston-Maxime GOUTÉ.