Qu’est-ce qui fait l’humain en l’homme ? La question, qui a longtemps reçu une réponse philosophique fondée sur la mise à l’écart du corps comme racine de l’humain, est posée à nouveauX frais dans un conteXte où les technologies, dont les biotechnologies, donnent les moyens à l’humanité de provoquer des changements fondamentauX non seulement dans nos modes de vie, mais aussi dans le corps même des femmes et des hommes. Tout se passe comme si l’on voulait que les machines fussent humaines, et les humains des machines les plus sophistiquées possible. Un tel entremêlement des choses, de l’humain et du non humain, implique évidemment de s’interroger sur son sens et son évolution. Ce que font Edgar Morin et Jean-Claude Ameisen lors de ce débat sans précédent.
Via France Culture.
Et la machine copie, c'est au-to-ma-ti-que:
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Where have all the good men gone
and where are all the gods?
Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss
and I turn
and I dream of what I need.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong
and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.
He's gotta be sure
and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life!
larger than life.
Somewhere after midnight
in my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
there's someone reaching back for me.
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong
and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.
He's gotta be sure
and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear there is someone
somewhere
watching me.
Through the wind
and the chill
and the rain
And the storm
and the flood
I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight.
I need a hero. I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light.
He's gotta be sure
and it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life.
I need a hero. I'm hoXding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.
P.s: Les philosophes et les questions à poser aujourd'hui: Where are all the good men?
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