The
dreams
of
Jules
Verne,
so
beautifully
lived
at
the
turn
of
the
Nineteenth
Century,
and
then
evolving
into
the
reality
of
our
present
days,
are
widely
read,
the
French
writer
being
appreciated
today
by
young
and
old
alike.
Once
he
had
realized
a
new
idea,
his
creative
impulse
and
curiosity
satisfied,
he
would
go
on
to
a
new
fantasy
dream,
a
new
tentative
illusion
or
calling
to
his
willful
creativity.
Intelligence
and
art
are
extremely
demanding,
dynamic
“par
excellence”,
never
pausing,
and
that
is
what
human
progress
is
made
of,
as
evolution,
it
can’t
stop,
because
if
it
did,
everything
would
become
immobilized
by
inertia,
an
unsupportable
routine,
unimaginable
to
our
evolving
tendency,
always
ascending,
always
better.
To
live
life
is
to
make
dreams
come
true.
Jules
Verne
was
the
great
dreamer
of
things
to
come,
creator
of
the
concept
that
“whatever
one
man
can
dream,
another
man
can
then
realize”.
He
envisioned
the
television
before
the
radio
was
invented,
naming
it
a
“phonotelephoto”,
that
is,
an
instrument
that
can
carry
voices
and
images,
connecting
two
distant
points.
He
visualized
the
helicopter
half
a
century
before
man
learned
to
fly.
He
presented
plans
for
the
construction
of
submarines,
airplanes,
neon
lights,
escalators,
air
conditioning,
skyscrapers,
guided
missiles,
tanks
of
war,
space
food,
oxygen
production,
and
human
movement
in
the
absence
of
gravity
in
spacecraft.
He
prophesized
a
whole
universe
of
fantastic
inventions.
Without
a
doubt,
he
was
the
father
of
science
fiction,
a
forerunner
of
reality,
an
intuitive
medium.
In
other
words…
he
was
a
prophet.
One
day
I
had
the
sensation
that
I
was
feeling
very
near
Jules
Verne,
drinking
from
the
spring
of
his
life
of
inspiration,
and
of
his
scientific
and
literary
sensibility.
It
was
one
of
these
confused
interpretations
that
every
mortal
occasionally
makes,
mainly
those
like
me,
distracted
daydreamers,
off
exploring
the
moon
in
a
curious
kind
of
insight,
unfocused,
in
a
special
second
of
curious
opportunism.
Once,
meandering
in
the
vicinity
of
the
Louver
museum
in
Paris,
I
saw
the
banner,
“Jules
Verne,
Today
and
Tomorrow”,
and
I
immediately
misunderstood
that,
if
I
didn’t
take
advantage
of
that
golden
opportunity
of
these
precious
two
days,
I
would
lose
an
exhibition
that
was
fatally
ending
on
the
next
day.
I
didn’t
think
twice.
In
I
went!
It
was
an
exhibition
presented
by
the
Italian
car
company,
Fiat.
Everything
was
displayed
in
an
extraordinary
manner,
with
projects,
drawings,
instruments,
calculating
machines
and
everything
else
that
the
French
writer
used
to
develop
his
ideal
reality.
But
there
was
no
indication
determining
the
ending
date
of
the
exhibition.
Everything
was
fresh,
completely
looking
as
though
it
had
opened
on
that
very
day,
“Today
and
Tomorrow”
on
the
banner,
actually
meant
the
“Today
and
Tomorrow”
of
Jules
Verne,
in
his
best
dreaming
form…
Only
a
few
times
in
my
life
have
I
had
so
powerful
a
conception
of
the
enormity
of
such
a
magnificent
visionary,
of
a
creative
mind
capable
of
trespassing
all
barriers
of
human
mentality.
Only
a
few
times
before
and
after
this
landmark
exposition
have
I
ever
intimately
observed
an
admiration
so
great
for
natural
optimism,
confiding
in
the
ascending
logic
of
evolutional
destiny
and
the
belief
of
constant
progress
into
a
better
world,
worthy
of
the
continuing
efforts
of
science
and
poetry.
To
me,
at
that
moment,
Jules
Verne
became
the
synthesis
of
the
faith
that
God
deposits
in
mankind.
It
is
the
guarantee
of
our
future
and
its
ascending
evolutionary
trajectory
as
part
of
a
divine
plan
and
intelligence.
Jules
Verne
was
present,
right
there
at
that
exhibition,
through
his
incredible
life
experience,
of
a
whole
universe
of
research,
simple
dreaming
of
the
probable,
the
possibilities
of
historic
invention
in
human
evolution,
an
unmistakable
moment
of
respect
for
free
thought
of
the
valorization
of
the
right
to
think
and
feel.
Wouldn’t
it
be
good
if
we
could
get
back
to
reading
again,
reading
the
writers
of
science
fiction
once
again,
searching
for
comprehension
of
the
creators
of
our
very
own
present
and
future?
In
truth,
the
present
reality
is
not
enough
to
satisfy
man’s
nearly
divine
imagination.
