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In Buddhism, the three marks of existence are three characteristics of all existence and beings:

• aniccā (impermanence)
• dukkha (suffering)
• anattā (things and beings have no soul or essence)

Here's a fucked up thing about the world that I dunno what to do with it:

اخر شي والله

السلام عليكم
عدنا بحث بسيط مخصص للبنات اللي يدرسن طب عام مياخذ من وقتكم هواية ان شاء الله..
يخص العوامل المؤثرة على ال menstrual cycle
مع جزيل الشكر 🤍🤍
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بحث مال طلاب طب، ساعدوهم ولكم الأجر والثواب

مَاذَا لَقِيتُ مِنَ الدُّنْيَا وَأَعْجَبُهُ
أَنِّي بِمَا أَنَا بَاكٍ مِنْهُ مَحْسُودُ

élitist (n.)
a person who is or regards himself or herself as a member of a socially elite group

أغبى شي أشوفه بحياتي هو لما أنشر شي يُفترض أنه ما يشمل إلا فئة قليلة من الناس، بس أشوف الغالبية يعتقدون أنه يشملهم ويكولون "سيم."
الأغلبية صاروا يعتقدون أنهم من الأقلية.

The audacity, the narcissism, and egocentrism are unspeakable

مثل قصيدة Alone مال Edgar Allan Poe
اللي هي يفترض أنها eccentric
But everybody be like: "same, bro"

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+ تذكرت مقولة شوبنهاور اللي طشت فترة واختفت:

Sometimes I speak to men and women just as a little girl speaks to her doll. She knows, of course, that the doll does not understand her, but she creates for herself the joy of communication through a pleasant and conscious self-deception.

أحيانًا أتحدّث إلى الرجال والنساء كما تتحدث الفتاة الصغيرة الى دميتها. هي تعرف طبعًا أن الدمية لن تفهمها، ولكنها تخلق لنفسها متعة التواصل عبر خداع ذاتي واعٍ ومبهج

- آرثر شوبنهاور

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Before arguing with a fool, make sure the other person isn't doing the same

+ House and Sherlock

the cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run. An average house in this neighborhood costs perhaps eight hundred dollars, and to lay up this sum will take from ten to fifteen years of the laborer's life, even if he is not encumbered with a family.

- Walden, by H. D. Thoreau

Of all writings I love only that which is written with blood. Write with blood: and you will discover that blood is spirit.

It is not an easy thing to understand unfamiliar blood: I hate the reading idler.
He who knows the reader, does nothing further for the reader. Another century of readers – and spirit itself will stink.

That everyone can learn to read will ruin in the long run not only writing, but thinking too.
Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it is even becoming mob.

He who writes in blood and aphorisms does not want to be read, he wants to be learned by heart.
In the mountains the shortest route is from peak to peak, but for that you must have long legs. Aphorisms should be peaks, and those to whom they are spoken should be big and tall of stature.

- Thus Spoke Zarathustra