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

مِن بَينِ كُلِّ ما كُتِب، أُحِبُ فقط ما كُتِبَ بالدم. أُكتُب بالدم وسوفَ تَجِدُ أنّ الدمَ روح.

ليس أبدًا بالأمر السَهل أنْ تَفهَمَ دمًا غريبًا: أنا أكرَهُ القارئَ الكسول.
إنَّ مَن يَعرِفُ القارئ، لن يُقدِّم عِندَها شيئًا له. قَرنٌ آخر من القُرّاء – والروحُ نفسُها سوفَ تتعفّن.

أنْ يَقدِرَ الجميعُ على تعلّم القراءة لن يُفسِد على المدى الطويل الكتابةَ فقط، بل الفِكرَ أيضًا.
كانتِ الروحُ إلهًا فيما مضى، ثمَّ صارَت إنسانًا، والآن أصبَحَتِ الجمهورَ والعامّة

إنَّ مَن يَكتُبُ بالدَّمِ والمَجَاز لا يُريدُ أنْ يُقرَأ، بل أنْ يُحفَظَ عن ظَهرِ قَلب.
بَينَ قِمَّتَين، تلك هي أقصَرُ الطرُقِ في الجبال، لكن من أجلِ هذا، فالمَرءَ تَلزَمه أرجُلٌ طِوال. مِثلَ القِمَم يجِبُ أنْ تكونَ المَجَازات، ومَنْ يُحَدَّثون بها لا بُدّ أنْ يكونوا عمالِقةً ضخامًا.

البارحة
گالتلي احبك
سوت من الكلمة وردة
وحطت الوردة بشعرها..
اليوم ..
گالتلي حبيبي
سوت من الكلمة شمعة
و حطت الشمعة بدربنه
وهل المشينه
أنسلم اعله الناس مره
ونبتسم للمار مره
وننسه من العمر مُره
رياگنه اتكاسر طعمها
بوسه وحده ولنها حلوة
انه أحبك
وبيك أذوب
بيك راح ادخل بجنه
جنه بس لهل الذنوب !
انت ذنبي
وانت حبي
راح اموت وما أتوب...
يا عطر طالعله بسمه
بسمه مرسومه اعله شفه
شفه مخطوطه اعله خد
جامع ألوان الكناري
بُلبُل ويعزف أوتاري
زاجل وحط إعله داري
وين ما تيهته رد !

محمد ثامر

"So he created man in his own image."
[Genesis 1:27]

Ideologies, philosophies, and religions do not explain the world through the inquiry and understanding of Reality. They create the world they try to explain.
This is because Reality (with a capital R) on its own is boring, meaningless, and purposeless. It is merely a scaffold, a skeleton that we cover with the flesh of our ideas and the skin of our imagination. It's the green screen in movies, or a mannequin that we dress with whatever we want.

That's why philosophy, ideology, and religion are not ways of seeking Truth or understanding Reality. They do not seek Truth, they create it.

In summary, they represent a creative force (vis creativa), rather than a contemplative or inquisitive force (vis contemplativa).

That's why Karl Marx was wrong when he said that: "The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it,"

because by interpreting the world, we change it. We create it anew.

Here's an example of the insignificance of Reality and the importance of "thought" : remember the famous "pale blue dot" image? If you think about the "Reality" of it, it's meaningless, it simply shows earth. But it is up to US to interpret it: some of us (like Carl Sagan) thought of it as a testament of our insignificance in the universe, another one might use it as an evidence of how cool science is, a religious person will use it as a sign of God's omnipotence... Reality (the pale blue dot) stays the same, but what we dress it up with, that's the big deal.

This is the basic presumption behind all existentialism

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It follows that we are almost always living inside our heads: in the mental world that—we think—represents Reality.
Not because we can't perceive Reality (as Kant and other idealists thought), but because perceiving it is boring and useless.

المهم، على كولة Slavoj Zizek:
Maybe we have tried to change the world too quickly, let's interpret it again.

"L' Empereur" by Carroll Beckwith

There are a thousand paths that have never yet been trodden, a thousand forms of health and hidden islands of life. Man and man’s earth are still unexhausted and undiscovered.
Watch and listen, you solitaries! From the future come winds with a stealthy flapping of wings; and good tidings go out to delicate ears.
You solitaries of today, you who have seceded from society, you shall one day be a people: from you, who have chosen out yourselves, shall a chosen people spring – and from this chosen people, the Superman.

- Thus Spoke Zarathustra

هناكَ ألفُ طريقٍ لم تَطَأه قَدَم، وألفُ شَكلٍ للصِحة ولجُزُرٍ مِن الحياةِ ما تزالُ مَخفِيّة. الإنسانُ وأرضُ الإنسان لا يزالان غيرَ مُستَنزَفَين ولا مُكتَشَفَين.
أُنظروا واسمَعوا أيّها المُعتَزِلون! إذ تأتي من المستَقبَلِ رياحٌ ورفرَفةٌ خفيّةٌ لأجنِحة؛ والآذانُ الصاغية تسمَعُ البُشرى.
يا أيها المعتَزِلونَ اليوم، يا من انسَحَبتُم من المُجتَمَع، يومًا ما ستكونونَ شعبًا: منكم أنتُم، يا مَن اخترتُم أنفُسَكم، سوفَ يَنبَثِقُ شَعبٌ مُختار – ومِن هذا الشَعبِ المُختار، سوف يَنبَثِقُ مَن هو أعلى مِنَ الإنسان (Übermensch).

The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.

- Ludwig Wittgenstein

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Caught in the relaxing interval between one moral code and the next, an unmoored generation surrenders itself to luxury, corruption, and a restless disorder of family and morals.

- Will and Ariel Durant, The Lessons of History

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