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There are paradises that require neither palm trees nor turquoise seas. They slip into our pockets, blink softly on a screen and promise us with the courteous efficiency of an automaton a life that is simpler, faster, more optimized. Yet a paradise that optimizes itself eventually forgets the soul. And when one polishes the mirror for too long, one ends up no longer seeing the face.

A journey through law, art and the human spirit, revealing that true transformation means becoming more just, more genuine, more alive. A text that reminds us that harmony is not given it is created.

There are words one does not write to persuade, but to remember. Words that restore a face to justice, a breath to humanity, a tenderness to the intellect.

The journey of the hero is not the clamorous epic of battles, nor the fleeting triumph of official parades. It is an inner march, a silent path, where each of us is called to become our own witness, our own judge, at times even our own accuser.

Today, September 8, 2025, I take up my pen with a particular thought in my heart : my mother’s birthday. Before any code, before any plea, before any politics, she gave me the first and most intangible form of justice : life.

People often believe, naively, that a pawn can only become a King, trapped in the tidy mechanics of a chessboard. But the truth, the real truth, the one whispered backstage behind grand destinies is this: With the right strategy, patience and courage…a pawn can become a Queen. Yes, a Queen.

Some lives look, from a distance, like perfectly straight lines, geometrically neat, predictably smooth. But up close, they twist and turn with unexpected bends. Paths split, rejoin, wander off into the fog, only to reappear suddenly at the corner of chance.

Some mornings, we feel ready to take on the world, like a boxer stepping into the ring, gloves tight, eyes locked, convinced the fight will be fair and predictable. Illusion.

In the grand ballet of disputes, where justice often dresses in robes too heavy, too solemn, becoming entangled in litigation sometimes feels like running a marathon barefoot, in a storm.

Since the dawn of time, humanity has identified four elements: earth, air, fire and water. Then one day, a visionary filmmaker gave us a revelation: the fifth element is love that invisible breath, that universal bond that transcends everything.

The pursuit of justice and moral truth has always stirred human thought, caught between light and shadow, certainty and doubt. But what is morality if not that fragile thread stretched between our deepest convictions and the complex, plural reality of the world?