هذا فايروس يصيب الطيور، غالبًا الحمام، يسويلهم هواي مشاكل بس أغرب وحدة هي الـ torticollis أو الـ neck twisting. تلكة ركبته منحنية على جهة وحدة بطريقة تضحك.
يكلك أُصول الفايروس هي من الشرق الأوسط، غالبًا من العراق، ومنه انتشر للعالَم.

بس اني مو مطيرچي يعني😂
بس جنت عايش بمنطقة شعبية بيهه هواي مطيرچية وتعلمتهه منهم

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*مُريد ورضوى*

Insomnia by Pascal Campion

The mystical is whatever that evades specific language and evades the mind. It can only be described with approximations, because it is a matter of the heart. Its subject is the most private of human experience. Its subject is "the beetle in the box."

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Love is mystical and makes life more mystical.

That's why any scientific description of love feels poor and fails to describe the essence of it even though it is "scientifically" legitimate and complete; because love is a human experience and can only be approached poetically, literarily, and experientially. Science can explain the endorphins and dopamine surge during intimate physical contact, but it can't capture the experience, the feeling, of a woman's arms embracing you by the neck or the touch of her hands on your face. This is what is mystical.

Science describes thermodynamics and weather, but it can never capture the warmth of a winter sun or the fresh cold breeze of summer nights. Not because science did not "discover" these things yet, but because these things lie outside the domain and scope of science.

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First, the paths lead you away from the daily and the mundane. Midway you become isolated and you see the valey of life "from the top of the mountain" like an indifferent spectator, and you think you found the treasure of truth and ultimate knowledge. Then you descend back into the daily and the mundane, realizing that true wisdom was never divorced from the normal, typical life, and that the true tragicomedy of life is in the here and now, down in the valley, not on top of bitterly cold mountaintops.

Being a spectator only gives you knowledge from the outside. It's a superficial acquaintance. You have to go in, to know life by the heart, and "take it by the neck" as Robert Frost said. You must dissect it and be dissected alike.

It's funny. When you date someone, it's like you're taking one long course in who that person is, and then when you break up, all that stuff becomes useless. It's the emotional equivalent of an English degree.

- How I met your mother

Love is the science of little things. It tries to re-experience the world and the self through the eyes of the lover. To dive deeply into how the lover sees and feels the everyday world.

It's an antidote against the flattening of human relationships that are more like acquaintances than relationships. These acquaintances lack depth and commitment. They are conditional contracts that would expire when "the fun" and the "good times" are over.