The last from the extinct sea

the last from the extinct sea

I like mysteries but not unanswered questions.

At school it was quite frustrating when a teacher didn’t know the answers (once I asked the expected life time of the Sun and the teacher just told me “don’t worry, not soon” instead of a mature “I don’t know”), or when they asked answers but they only would say as correct the ones matching word by word the ones in their books.

School was quite nocuous I think, forbidding you to think and training you instead to be a recorder.

The only exception was a Mathematics teacher, he would be really surprised when I could resolve problems using several methods because Mathematics has this thing that shares with art when you can get an elegant solution across several roads. He was fired because school management told them he had to teach just what the book said. At university situation was a bit better, but just a bit.

Someone could argue that an environment like that could motivated me to be more curious, actually I always had a curiosity and it was punished at school, and even worse they wanted me to replace it with effort in parades to the national flag (meh!) praying to their gods (hmm, but… why?) and I know it was also frustrating to them that the student with high grades and enough tall to the parades would be so rebel. In the last day of school and high school we were quite happy to end a difficult relationship, they got my high grades for advertisement and I got the freedom to continue my life without the nuisance of an unending routine.


Posta-Data: the time left to the Sun in its current stage is, calculated according to its mass, less of five billion years; from today to its final stage of white dwarf less of eight billion years and after that its time is undetermined, it could simply last more than the universe and just vanish in nothing.

18 thoughts on “The last from the extinct sea

  1. Francis, that is quite exactly my own experience. Word for word. I hated school, every single day of it. But then, just like you, I discovered Maths. Of course, that was in high school, until then English was the one subject that I could really love or History.
    In engineering college, I was lucky enough to be loved by the mathematics department and allowed to explore the subject to the maximum. Come to think of it, even in junior college it was the same. My math professors would hand me some advanced math books and ask me to study those instead, “please don’t drive us mad or distract the rest of the class. Occupy yourself with this, instead”. So, yes, math teachers always inspired me..
    And I still ask questions and infuriate people, or get infuriated if there are no answers.. just like you :)

  2. my school days were not so bad I think, I got into trouble a fair bit when young but straightened out and became very good at English Language & Literature, Maths..well 2 & 2 make 4 mostly :). Your photo is a mystery though so now you must give the answer. :)

    1. I never straightened, in my mind they were the ones to change XD You have a nice English, and your way to be make it kind :-)
      The photo is the concrete laundry where I wash my clothes, and the black object is its plastic plug :D

      1. Honored for your words, I respect so much your strength to write the words of your soul despite what people who doesn’t understand them can say you, that’s inspiring :-)

      2. I get scared. But I have nothing but the truth so with breakfast I squeeze juice and myself, it’s what I can do. Thank you for your lovely words xxx

  3. the Mystery is what makes everything and nothing possible… and I’m even tempted to say that it’s wonderful not to know… at least, I am glad so far that it is that way… It gives me all the freedom I need to create… i can dream it into what I want if I need to… and transform it into nothing when I want to… ;)
    as for school, it often is nothing more than a reflection of the rest…

    1. Mystery is part of your creation that I love so much. The almost portraits that show just a smile, worried eyes, a body posture suggesting inner thoughts. Also in your poetry (besides the mystery to understand French in a different context) and tales there are these marvelous silences… open to interpretations and rich with every point of view. I can feel what you do, almost like a playful wind, is something free and natural :-)
      I appreciate your words as a viewer seeing an sculpture, merci Caroline, un bon week-end pour toi :-)

  4. Thank you for this post and the information about the sun :). Internet comes in handy, but you are so right – we prefer an honest “I don’t know” to the immature babbling.

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