We, the exiles

Modifié le : 2019/08/06

I can under­stand believ­ers who fight so that their faith is not triv­i­al­ized, so that it is not reg­i­ment­ed in a banal com­part­ment of things, name­ly among many oth­ers. I thus under­stand those par­ents who fight in court so that their chil­dren are not “pol­lut­ed” by ideas that, at the very least, will put into per­spec­tive the doc­trines they are try­ing to teach in the young brains they have created.

We can also under­stand peo­ple who are afraid that the beau­ti­ful French lan­guage will dis­ap­pear from Que­bec ter­ri­to­ry, that the per­sis­tence of immi­grants to want to speak Eng­lish, the only exter­nal lan­guage they have learned any­way, will weak­en the syn­tax and ancient complexities.

There are threats every­where, and there will always be. In the old days, it was so easy, they say. One reli­gion, one con­vic­tion, one lan­guage. There have been invaders, we had to speak Eng­lish here, and we are still fight­ing for French to take root. Our eco­nom­ic prison was thus sym­bol­ic pro­tec­tion, it has woven us togeth­er and tight.

And now what ? It is unclear on all fronts and peo­ple, unac­cus­tomed to under­stand­ing things, feel exiled in their own coun­try. The ocean­ic real­i­ty of cul­tur­al diver­si­ty is erod­ing faster than expect­ed, such as undue glob­al warm­ing, the cliffs where we had erect­ed our thin attics.

It is sim­i­lar to the Mid­dle Ages when, although every­thing was dif­fi­cult, some­times bar­bar­ic, spir­its were awak­en­ing, and soon found vol­canic cer­tain­ties that would give rise to the Rev­o­lu­tions, that of the mind, sci­ence, the heart and, final­ly, industry.

Peo­ple who are afraid do not seem to under­stand that oth­er­ness is undoubt­ed­ly a source of con­fronta­tion, but also of enrich­ment that, if it can remove the var­nish of so many beliefs and dog­mas, it is well to dis­cov­er old­er lay­ers, more fun­da­men­tal truths.

Behind each God, Allah and the oth­er blah blah blah, hide ques­tions. Behind every sci­en­tif­ic dis­cov­ery, every tech­no­log­i­cal advance, lies the human will to move for­ward. Good­ness is more sig­nif­i­cant than it seems. Truth does not belong to us, and we know it well, because we fight not for it, but gen­er­al­ly for sim­ple modal­i­ties. Every­one is wrong and right.

Almost a cen­tu­ry ago, peo­ple on this plan­et began to believe that we could go back to Fun­da­men­tals, to cre­ate a just and human soci­ety for our­selves, on a glob­al scale. Lat­er, after the Sec­ond Great Butch­ery, we tried the exer­cise again. The Unit­ed Nations was born. But the Great Mis­takes have per­sist­ed and, because of the Inter­net, we can see their waste everywhere.

It is usu­al for peo­ple to be afraid, they want to go back, to their com­fort­able ham­lets, with their local god who dic­tates every­thing and who does not allow, in prin­ci­ple, injustices.

How­ev­er, we should assume our exile and have true faith in human­i­ty. Hap­pi­ness is sim­ple, and it is our fears that spoil every­thing. We should love trav­el and uncer­tain­ty because if it is while explor­ing that youth is formed. It is high time that the hearts of men take a break.