#bergon

[zanahoriabaila]

“I’ve seen your integrity in action. It…widened my world. I’d been raised by my father, who is a prudent, cautious man, always looking for men’s hidden, selfish motivations. No one can cheat him. But I’ve seen him cheat himself. If you understand what I mean.” “Yes.” “It was very foolish of you, to attack that vile Roknari galley-man.” “Yes.” “And yet, I think, given the same circumstances, you would do it again.” “Knowing what I know now…it would be harder. But I would hope…I would pray, Royse, that the gods would still lend me such foolishness in my need.” “What is this astonishing foolishness, that shines brighter than all my father’s gold? Can you teach me to be such a fool too, Caz?” “Oh,” breathed Cazaril, “I’m sure of it.”

[philoursmars]

Je reviens à mon projet de présenter la plupart de mes 55000 photos (nouveau compte approximatif. On se rapproche du présent !).

2016. Je passe quelques jours à Pau chez Christine “hors-saison” !

Changement d’ambiance, on va dans les Pyrénées béarnaises.

1 - l’Ossau

3 -  le Bergon, la Marère, le Permayou vus de la plaine de Bedous

4 - le Pic d'Amoulat

5 et 6 - la Pente du Permayou 

7 - en Vallée d’Aspe

[quietflorilegium]

"Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at his ease before his own hearth." "Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men always have a choice -- if not whether, then how, they may endure." "Yes, but... I hadn't known that before I saw it. That was when I began to believe it was possible to survive. And I don't mean just my body."

Lois McMaster Bujold, “The Curse of Chalion”

[zanahoriabaila]

Bergon shook his head. “Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I’d always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at his ease before his own hearth.” “Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice—if not whether, then how, they may endure.”

[abigailspinach]

“The westering sun picked out the foxy copper highlights in his dark Darthacan hair.

Bergon’s late mother had been perceived in Chalion as a virago, a Darthacan interloper suspected of fomenting her husband’s strife with his Heir on her son’s behalf. But Bergon seemed to remember her fondly; as a child he’d been through two sieges with her, cut off from his father’s forces in the intermittent war with his half brother. He was clearly accustomed to strong-minded women with a voice in men’s councils. When he and Cazaril had shared the oar bench he had spoken of his dead mother, although in disguised terms, when he’d been trying to encourage himself. Not of his live father. Bergon’s precocious wit and self-control as demonstrated in the dire days on the galley weren’t, Cazaril reflected, entirely the legacy of the Fox.

Cazaril’s smile broadened. “So let me tell you,” he began, “all about the Royesse Iselle dy Chalion…”

Bergon hung on Cazaril’s words as he described Iselle’s winding amber hair and her bright gray eyes, her wide and laughing mouth, her horsemanship and her scholarship. Her undaunted, steady nerve, her rapid assessment of emergencies. Selling Iselle to Bergon seemed approximately as difficult as selling food to starving men, water to the parched, or cloaks to the naked in a blizzard, and he hadn’t even touched yet on the part about her being due to inherit a royacy. The boy seemed half in love already. The Fox would be a greater challenge; the Fox would suspect a catch. Cazaril had no intention of confiding the catch to the Fox. Bergon was another matter. For you, the truth.”

[annah-marie]

Eine Königstochter--Paul Bergon from Die Kunst in der Photographie, 1898

[aylapupo]

There is no comicity out of what is properly human. A landscape can be beautiful, graceful, sublime, insignificant or ugly; it will never be risible. [...] Many philosophers defined man kind as "an animal which knows how to laugh". They could also have defined it as an animal that makes laugh.

BÉRGON, Henri.

[technofederalist-blog]

Wed 12:08: Time for Prose

We seem to think that Time is the clock.  That "Time" belongs to numbers, wheel shaped clocks, and circular motions.

Aristotle, In the 4th Book of the physic, described time as having a circular and numerical character.  However, it wasn't anything like the type of objects we use to determine time.  He used shadows and dials.  

We strictly use the numerical characteristic of Time.  That is, Time is strictly a numerical conception now.  No longer is it circular anymore, except in some Buddhist sects.  Modernity uses digital and analog watches as representatives of time.  

However,

Let me remind you that "Time" existed before clocks, and watches, and seconds.  "Time" is a necessary mental construct (Thanks Kant).  A feature of language in order to identify the thing-like quality (The intangible character of time) of that invisible always eulisve concept.  Before it's formal, strictly numerical orientation, it was understood differently.  A kind of genealogy of Time has manifest at different epochs in understanding.  One that the philosophers below have analyzed with great irritation (in the biological sense).   

It also can be felt...  This is alluded to in the work of Bergon and Heidegger.  Being-in-the-world is an instance of experiencing Time as Temporality.

Imagine a car-accidents retrospection of Time.  We say, "Time seemed to have slowed down.  Everything seemed like it was moving in slow-motion".

Are we still, in-time in these instances?  Of course we are.  Time has not changed, for it is always changing (the next sections address this logic).  The change is our apperception of experienced "Time", not the change of Time itself.    

We have learned through Aristotelian Logic that if a-thing is always in a state change, it is ever-changing.  If it is ever-changing, it can never be accurately described because, descriptions only describe fixed states.  (An event that is framed in memory.  I.E. there is a beginning and end to that 'particular event').  Language as an intermediary for Understanding the World, provides a limited method for articulating experience.  As such, language prevents us from fusing-together, articulations of 'particular' previous event in a highly detailed linear model.  All this meaning, our tool for investigating Time, only lets us do so with highly marginal results.

The result is, an experience of Time as always-ever changing, but seemingly invisible in scope because of our extremely finite experience of 'particular' events with-in a series of larger events, with-in the existence of Being and Time.  The Former being the Experience of the Latter.