[gull] hé les mecs je viens de mettre au point le protocole qui permet de prouver l'existence de la télépathie

[Philippe Strauss]

On Tue, Mar 11, 2014 at 05:59:31PM +0100, Olivier Evalet wrote:
> vous êtes a deux doigts de parler de C.G. Youg,  Wolfgang Pauli, du serpent
> cosmic et même du LSD? très très est loin de maxwell et de l'EPFL ;)
> Mon sentiment, à 0.0000001 centime, c'est qu'il nous manque au moins une
> variable cachée quantique pour exprimer l'incertitude et l'intrication
> autrement que par la probabilité (je ne parle pas de déterminisme!). Et
> cette variable cachée peut exister en dehors de l'espace-temps, peut être
> sur une axe imaginaire complex à l'espace-temps ( idée initié par Pauli
> avec Jung). Pour Jung (et bien d'autres) la séparation du corps, de
> l'esprit et des choses est une simplification de l'esprit.

une chose est sûr, où que l'on soit dans la rationnalisation du monde :

SUZANNE VEGA LYRICS
"In Liverpool"

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound, down
In this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
sometimes you made no sense to me

**if you lie on the ground
in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history*

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

In Liverpool

-- 
Philippe Strauss
http://strauss.pas.nu