Who's crazy now?
Jean Rostand said: “A man is not old as long as he is seeking something.”
I think that most agnostics are very happy people. They go through life looking for its meaning. They derive their pleasure from the searching and seldom get depressed with the lack of answers.
This reminds me of a French philosophy mock Baccalauréat exam in the early 70’s. The paper offered a choice of three questions. Monsieur Baudouin, our lecturer gave the signal for the start of the test and as soon as I turned the page over I knew which question to pick.
"Le biologiste passe, la grenouille reste. Discuter."
Needless to say I got a very good mark (16/20) for my efforts to unravel the philosophical mysteries of Creation, Science, etc…
But what struck me most was that I was the only one in the class to choose that question. Was that an early hint of my weird singularity or simply the sign of mad genius?
For the rest of the year, Monsieur Baudouin cast a knowing look towards me whenever he broached a complicated philosophical enigma. Yes I became teacher’s pet thanks to a little frog.
I have always considered myself a restless rebel. Those of you who have got to know me a little may have realised that already. I cannot stand being happy with my lot. It is not a question of ingratitude. It is simply the fact that there is so much to discover out there and so little time.
I am forever on the move mainly inside my head. I have a phobic fear of mental inactivity. And as the years begin to weigh down on my shoulders, the feeling that there is another life awaiting me is becoming an obsession.
Do you think I am cracking up?