« (The spiritual body image among Christians, p. 84, chap. 3, The Genius of Christianity) The divine, the iconoclast objects, is indescribable, which is why any image of him can only be "pseudo" and not "homo", false and not resembling. Spiritual and invisible would then be synonymous. It is this timeless couple that breaks Christianity, revolution in Revelation. Now matter relays divine energies instead of baring them. Far from having to pull itself out, deliverance passes through the body, its ancient tomb, and through those bodies of the body that are the sanctifying and invigorating images of the Savior. The exterior is also the inside. `...` There is no longer any incompatibility between the enjoyment of the sensitive and the asceticism of salvation. All glory is not gloriol, we can access the invisible through our flesh eyes, salvation is played out from history. The Catholic's gift for activism is one with his gift for images, its manufacture and understanding. »

« Uninformed about the past of religions and present cultural geographies, to learn by the enarchic formatting in the idea that the history of humanity begins with the fall of the Berlin Wall and that of France of D-Day, this generation in the grip of a veritable eclipse of historical memory is not in tune with a news that everywhere regains its depth of time. »

« To the neo-bourgeois reversal of the former bourgeois hierarchies, inversion and half. If the word still makes sense, in a world where CEOs go in jeans, open collar and leather jacket at the opera, rebellion is the tie. As is the case in the audiovisual sector where cardiac editing and strobe maintenance reign; the sequence shot and the long interview. When the tutuation becomes widespread, with the radio the use of the first name as in kindergarten (Luke calls us Hello Gerard), it is clear that dissent lies in the vow, and the mention of the surname in our public exchanges. And as for the stupid cult of the new, which has as its place the of youth and for the rejection of the septuagenarian, what could be more provocative and dandy than to show its wrinkles, its blues and its Latin? Let's turn our cards over, folks. Sic transit gloria mundi. A candid at his window. Page 181. »