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Blue Smoke
Blue Smoke

Follow the extraordinary adventures of Ugo Pèlerin as he ventures from one philosophical mystery and paradox to the next as he seeks enlightenment ...and survival.

This months preview features begins with Ugo's birth and the Title of the book. Can Ugo find himself in a world of mannequins?

Blue Smoke
Blue Smoke
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In a bustling cafe in Paris, renowned French philosopher Ugo Baptiste finds himself engaged in a heated debate at the local café. Seated around a table, Ugo and his friends discuss the philosophical paradox that has been circulating in intellectual circles; thus keeping alive the Paris’ moniker, The City of Light.

"Imagine a finely crafted chair," Ugo muses, leaning back with a cup of steaming coffee. "Exquisite in its design, expertly carved and polished. A true masterpiece."

Across the table, his friend Emil raised an eyebrow. "A chair? Are we to debate the profundities of a piece of furniture?" He scoffs.

"But therein lies the intrigue," Ugo replies. "Is the chair tragic or comic?"
The group exchanges intriguing glances. Charlotte, an artist, leans forward. "How can a chair be tragic or comic?"

Ugo grins. "That is the paradox. A finely crafted chair, so beautifully created, yet destined to be sat upon, its elegance marred by use. Is it not tragic that such artistry is subjected to wear and tear? Or is it comic that we bestow such grandeur on an object meant for the mundane?"


Emil chuckles. "Ah, Ugo, always weaving complex threads from the simplest of ideas. But I must say, it seems rather frivolous to ponder over a chair's fate."


"Frivolous? Or deeply meaningful?" Ugo counters. "Does not every work of art face a similar paradox? We create beauty, only to subject it to the whims of time and human interaction.


"The conversation grows more intense as the evening wears on. Ugo and his friends delve into the nature of art, the passage of time, and the essence of human perception. Arguments flow like the coffee, fiery and impassioned.


As the clock strikes midnight, Ugo leans in, his eyes ablaze. "We must consider that the chair is but a metaphor for life itself. We are all finely crafted beings, unique and beautiful. Yet, we face the inevitable march of time, our brilliance tarnished by the ordinary.


"Emil leans back, stroking his chin. "So, you believe life itself is a tragic comedy?"


"Indeed," Ugo replies. "The very essence of existence is both heartbreakingly tragic and humorously comic. We strive for greatness, yet are bound by our imperfections.


"Charlotte nods thoughtfully. "Perhaps the beauty lies in the tension between tragedy and comedy. Life's paradoxes shape our experiences, driving us to seek meaning and purpose.


"As the night grew darker, Ugo's words linger in the air, challenging perceptions and igniting contemplation. The debate stirs something within each of them, a profound awareness of life's dualities and the delicate balance between tragedy and comedy.


In the days that followed, Ugo's friends continue to ponder his words, finding new depth in the simplest of things. The paradox of the finely crafted chair has unveiled a broader truth about the human condition, and Ugo's philosophical musings sparks a shift in their perspectives.

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