Confucius planted the seeds of "Chinese humanism." Far from wanting to set themselves up as mentor, he wanted to awaken consciences, foster critical thinking among his followers. "I raise the veil, if the student can not find the other three, too bad for him. "(The Analects). It was therefore not established religion in the Western sense of the term, but rather advocated life principles based on a moral positive, the quest for harmony between people, the nobility of heart, not of blood (Junzi). That our narrator discovers.
The latter has indeed regularly to China on business. Down to the large hotel Yunhai in Guangdong Province, its strategy often halt trading by eclipsing the toilet, destabilizing his interlocutors. Toilets on which reigns the fascinating Mrs Ming, washroom attendant. A woman who quickly intrigue. How not to be surprised, in fact, it Affirmation have ten children in this country where there is the one-child law? If our merchant had the feeling of being faced with a affabulatrice, it must be admitted to each of its passages in the lavatories, the fascination with said woman as she recalls with tenderness, wisdom and love each of his children.
But how could he blame him to take refuge in the imagination, to invent the most fabulous children all trades, more creative, more resourceful than each other, as he feels his mom's frustration, his silent regret not being able to satisfy her desire for motherhood through? Nostalgia ... he understands and shares, since he has not himself experienced this mighty happiness of being a father. A powerful echo, the more powerful that Mrs. Ming is expressed in terms of infinite wisdom, that of Confucius. She said (we) paves the way for harmony between human beings.
After the discovery of Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Buddhism, Zen, Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt, with his sensitivity to flower pen, challenges us, calls us, questions us. At a time when ambition, individualism, economic wars, political, ethnic, religious rage, he invites us to refocus on the essential: human tissue.
On the thread of his words, is a brilliant tapestry weaves, soothing, soothing, that of seeking the good, the good, the best. That of harmony.
KARINE FLEJO
