The truth is out there...

... but beware, there is a "best before" date attached to it.

This is the oldest book in Nana's house: the very forgettable La Philosophie by Pierre Du Moulin.

And yet there is no forgetting it, I keep going back to it whenever we stay at Nana's.

It was written in 1644 and printed shortly after in MDCLV.

I feel strange whenever I hold it. Unable as I am to even try and get the smallest grasp on what the reality of life was, back in 1644.
As the ink was drying on this marvel made possible by Gutenberg, the life expectancy of your average Frog was less than half of what it is currently in Sedan (and that's even taking into account all those who die of boredom every year in Sedan...)

Some geezer in 2367 might be pondering the same sort of things when holding a 356 year old Kindle Surprise in working order. Except that the chances of finding a working Kindle then would be a major surprise indeed.

Unlike this philosophy book, which is still just as readable today as it was back then. Once you get used to the "s" written "f", the "v" written "u", and the charming Old French expressions and "tournures de phrase".

The content is often comical. The knowledge of the time is summarised therein, and seems so utterly naive to us learned people of the future.
His explanation for the saltiness of the sea, or the cycle of the tides (the sea is given an east-west movement by God, just like the heavens, and it then bounces against the shores of the New Continent and comes back to us) are usually a highlight for me.

I'm quite confident that the readers of the future who manage to fire up one of those useless Kindles will wet themselves when they read about the Big Bang theory.

I mean, even today it sounds like a big joke, or to be more precise a theory of the universe written by Clint Eastwood.

It is strange sometimes how fragile the future of today's Truth really is...

Big Bang my fluffy bottom.