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Paris, November 14th, 2009,

The weather has distinctly abandoned any idea of celebration but concentrates on preparing the commemoration of November 11th

Dear Specialists

In the Old Days, our teachers would warn us against the danger of feeling that we understand our World and within this set, the subset called “Me”.

Look at alternative treatments and cows.

As this is typed in France, any reader will deduce that the French habit of having a hot wine breakfast remains.

However so much is to be learned from cows. When I was a farm hand, my elders would point out the efficiency of the cows detection and information system when it came to selecting which plant to eat. If a plant was in their information system listed as dangerous, they would grass until 10 inches of the dangerous plant and leave a ring of uneaten grass around it.

Possibly some of you do not remember what an “inch” is, approximately it it equivalent to the measurement of a tot of whisky.

So, if a plant can have such a strong effect that a very hungry cow will shun nearly half a square yard of delicious herbs because of its danger, what makes us think that we are more stupid than cows? What reaction does the small or the taste of an herb start in our genetic information system?

(for those of you not trained in agriculture, we are indeed more stupid than cows)

Let me jump to another peculiarity, I turn towards those of you who are ichthyologists. It might be a good  idea for an  ichthyologists not to continue as from here. Unless he likes Monty Python.

When we tickle the area of our torso under our arms, we are “tickled” and we giggle and laugh. It is both pleasant and unpleasant. If we accept the statement that needles can be put in any place in our skin and we get the same response (or no response at all) then we should not be “tickled”.

Even more interesting is the fact that we cannot tickle ourselves. So it is not a simple question of pressure points.

This trickling area is rather interesting. For us it is totally meaningless, it is just a skin area for which we cannot find any interest. Yet if you do try and remember the days when you were a fish, some hundreds of millions of year ago, this was the most important area of your body as the pressure sensors located in that area would inform you of any danger (or forthcoming pleasure, I will come back top it).

So we have a very neutral area of no interest  what so ever, yet it we activate this area, our information system tells us that something important is happening.

Even stranger, while men being tickled will simply giggle and look like fools, Human Behaviour Specialist (translates better into “all of us”)  are aware that the reaction of a female is different from the reaction of a male.

Dear  ichthyologists, do the lateral pressure points have any role to play in the mating process of fishes?

To try and summarize the alcoholic breakfast rambling, the humans have inherited during their hundred of millions or life, so many automatic procedure which by now have lost any meaning, that it is likely that we can use these inherited reactive programs to reach a very different goal.

Well is not really anything new, what difference is there between handling a nice bunch of fresh grass to a cow and offering flowers to a woman? In both cases we call upon the same inbuilt hidden genetic program linked to a need for satisfaction.

So, during these millions of years we have forgotten the triggers of the reactive programs we carry in our information system.

Is that a sufficient reason to negate that they are lurking under the surface of our skin and waiting to be activated by triggers we do not understand.

Sorry to leave you at this point, but my wine is getting cold. I do not drink it for my pleasure but to trigger a forgotten system hidden in my genes, system which will help me fight my forthcoming flue.

OldNils

Nobody in a French Journal would understand this text, as little as they understand Fawlty tower.