.. He popped out, just like that, one day, from my hat: sitting still and attentive... One ear more or less tilted depending on the secret that one confides in him and the material in which he is made to appear :  A body made of plexiglass, carbon, steel, or aluminium... Why not a Golden Rabbit or a Silver Rabbit ?

...A few sleights of hand... Open your eyes now ! “The Rabbit” can be on a human scale or monumental, its dimensions will measure up with our dreams, whoever we are …  

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... “God is always doing geometry” wrote Plato. Joy now has a figure, a form, and volumes... Happiness is no longer an abstraction: it has a depth to it and four feet, that one just needs to caress to get a feel of bliss...

...A Rabbit like an ancient offering... A kind of Trojan Rabbit to let you into Wonderland... Soft and sweet... No one must be late when it comes to getting a kick out of life, repeats the Rabbit, at the entrance to the warren... The complicit wink of women, the lustful smile of men...

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...The Rabbit at the “Origin of the World”, hidden behind the “Cony” of the Middle Ages...  The “Cony” that naughty lads pushed into a metaphor and slid betwixt the thighs of lewd lasses... The “Cony” that lost, over time and at the razor’s edge, its ending in French, along with its last bits of hair... The “Cunt” revealed...  

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...The Rabbit of the « Garden of Delights »... Bosch’s Paradise within reach... A Rabbit sent down from Heaven …  Happiness erected, one day, into a Cathedral...  Stained-glass windows, to illuminate it…

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...A prayer and a final sleight of hand... A herd of Rabbits coming out of the hat... Happiness multiplied... Rabbits of all sizes, each of them unique, sitting still, and attentive...