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“What your father never understood, is that what he loved most about her was her unbridled love and freedom to live her own life. He loved her colors and viewed her like paint.”

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“To cause change to happen a person needs a greater or bigger fore than their own conscious mind to cause that pendulum to start swinging in the other direction. The person needs to embrace a bigger principle. The principle is a Force existing all around you and within you, at your beck and call whenever you're read to use it. It is THE ALL.”

“To cause change to happen a person needs a greater or bigger force than their own conscious mind to cause that pendulum to start swinging in the other direction. The person needs to embrace a bigger principle. The principle is a Force existing all around you and within you, at your beck and call whenever you're read to use it. It is THE ALL.”

“Ainsi, j'avais appris comment mon pays avait été conquis par la France. On ne m'en avait jamais parlé. Ce n'était pas que nos aînés voulaient dissimuler ce pan de notre histoire peu glorieux mais ils en étaient ignorants. Un coup d'éventail. Le dey Hussein d'Alger - sorte d'administrateur -, qui gérait l'Algérie pour le compte de l'empire ottoman, avait exigé du représentant du roi Charles X qu'il honore la dette de son pays. À l'époque, l'Algérie était le premier exportateur de céréales pour la France. Le représentant de Charles X avait méprisé Hussein, arguant qu'un sous-fifre ne donnait pas d'ordre au roi de France. Hussein, humilié et ridiculisé devant sa cour, l'avait souffleté trois fois avec son éventail. Quelques mois plus tard, Charles X envoyait son armada corriger la piètre armée du Dey Hussein. Battu sans livrer combat, il avait été chassé comme un malpropre d'Alger. Quatre-vingt-dix ans plus tard, des hommes comme moi se retrouvaient à porter l'uniforme pour défendre cette France qui nous avait mis à genoux.”

“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild boar could be seen, trotting with steady stride along the edge of the road with her sow and a whole procession of young in tow. And then one's heart beat faster upon advancing a little into the subtle light: one might have said that the path had suddenly become wild, thick with grass, its dark paving-slabs engulfed by nettles, blackthorn and sloe, so that it mingled up time past rather than crossing country-side, and perhaps it was going to issue forth, in the chiaroscuro of thicket smelling of moistened down and fresh grass, into one of those glades where animals spoke to men.”