Letter 2
After having set down the five pillars on which lay the Boz universe (theology, philosophy, psychoanalysis, visual arts and practical knowledges), we thought interesting to indicate the three moments directing its elaboration.
1) The time of creation
Spread over more than 30 years (the affair begins in 1975 with an article published in the Annales de Philosophie of the Université Libre de Bruxelles, titled « Jules Lequier ou la question du savoir divin » (“Jules Lequier or the divine knowledge question”)), the work will erect slowly, book after book, painting after painting, with contrapuntally sporadical speeches, minimal interventions in the media, solitary practice of meditation, coupled to an analysis “in continuous” of inner life.
We were then living an almost monastic existence, devoted to a creation which, paradoxically, was existing outside us.
Far from the demiurge, voluntary modelling his work by the sweat of his brow, we revealed ourselves as a passage place, the inconscious occasion of an update. The work was dwelling in us, building itself, across vicissitudes and hazards of life. Confronting it, we were rather its child than its founder father. We had besides to wait the year 2006 to discover its leitmotiv : the elaboration of a modern spirituality, non sectarian, fiting our always mutating societies. An awakening which staggering aspect would turn our existence upside down and promote a new attitude toward the outside world.
2) The time of diffusion
Then the question was asked clearly : Was there, yes or no, a work ? In the event of an affirmative answer, should we, yes or no, defend it ? If yes, how ?
Answers were worded slowly in a kind of long daydream, almost a fantasy, along January 2006. It was a slow perlaboration of experience, not without critical mind, but which issue wasn’t making any doubt : a brutal and uncompromising affirmation of the necessity to master ourselves.
We had no more choice.
We had to come out of the cavern and rejoin our fellows.
The “ivory tower” had collapsed, letting us alone, facing an alarming solitude.
Alone.
This time, we were really alone, condamned to go toward the Other, to intruct him about a rather unusual course. We hadn’t any other option anymore : now, we had to face it, go forward and become the pilgrim we never had wanted to be.
Defending our work supposed to broadcast it toward third party, from the outset accepting reviews, comments and contributions. This, far from a self-closed, condescending and dogmatic “gospel truth”. But, also : far from false modesty, cautious and hypocritical.
Defending our work supposed also to expose ourselves, to risk our fellow man in his all dimensions (sometimes venomous - for, eventually, who does he think he is, this guy ?).
Carefully, then we projected ourselves into the future. For, how many time should we dedicate to this “diffusion” before it impregnates us and transforms us in a vile sycophant tirelessly looking for success ?
“Four or five years, in the maximum”, whispered a voice, deep down inside. “If G. wants”, added the same voice, aware of our fragility, of the encountered difficulties and our own pain. “For, after, you won’t have any strength for it anymore”, insisted the same voice, undoubtedly too lucid.
So.
“And why not ! This voice could be right”, I thought, with the neat impression of having a stone in my shoe.
The fact is I should jog along, with many difficulties, risking a fall at each step, as it should be for the author of a book bearing this revealing title : The Gimp’s Legend (renamed by the PUF in Psychoanalysis and Neurosciences - “unless the booksellers will file you under “kinesitherapy”, I was said).
3) The time of transmission
Begun more than 30 years ago, on a minor mode, we’ll express here the desire it could continue and grow in the ten years to come.
It would be question of “the very substance” of a too well-stocked work. It would be question of a small group of friends (we don’t need a lot of people) really questioned by the Boz. It would be question of a vision of our future, extrapolated, sketched and developped from the former breakthroughs. But, it would especially question of a Transcendence, devoted to the strange dream of a founding Act - for, feel reassured, if the Boz had to last, grow an be enriched, we wouldn’t responsible for much.
Only, were we a light wind, a suspended gesture, a vague attempt… before the end begins.
