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Ah alright.
Just wanted to say, although I, too, don’t know you much or how you think I appreciate your channel and the texts you share in it still.

Somehow, it gave me hope on this lonely night that I can find my kind of people someday. And that it’s okey for me to nerd out as much as I wish, some people will enjoy it just like I enjoyed reading through the long paragraphs you shared one after the other.

I found it validating and empowering. Because I don’t wanna summarise and reduce the ideas I find worth sharing to only a couple of lines in an attempt to provide a more digestible form of the text for people to read.. screw that. Those are not my people.

The experience I just had in your channel reminded me that there are still people with a hunger for knowledge and for reading to whom a lengthy paragraph won’t feel like a chore but a delicious treat to enjoy.

That's so sweet... Thank you💚
And happy to know that someone is enjoying this mess 🍻

There is a principle in medicine, borrowed from philosophy, that when possible, you should strive to come up with the simplest possible explanation for the phenomena you observe. In medicine, that means we try to find a single diagnosis to explain all that we see in a patient.
Occam’s razor, it’s called—the art of shaving the diagnosis down to the simplest, most elegant solution. It is one of the great pleasures of medicine, but in this case, it wasn’t going to be easy.
Here’s why: The patient had a fever, low blood pressure, and an elevated white-blood-cell count. That combination meant infection until proved otherwise. But if this were an infection, how did the rash fit in? And what about her failing kidneys?

— Diagnosis, by Lisa Sanders

Misfortune is needed to bring to light the treasures of the human intellect. Compression is needed to explode gunpowder. Captivity has brought my mental faculties to a focus; and you are well aware that from the collision of clouds electricity is produced — from electricity, lightning, from lightning, illumination.


(The Count of Monte Cristo)

From a personal experience, the worst times in my life, productivity-wise, are the holidays. Especially the too long and the too short ones.

السنة اللي درسناها الكتروني جانت من صدك سنة ضايعة، لأن ماكو أي نظام أو هيكلية للوقت مالتك... لا أكو دوام، ولا أكو شروق وغروب (لأن انت مكضيها بالبيت). كل ساعة تشبه الثانية، وكلهن يفقدن أهميتهن. وشعور "مرور الوقت" هم ينفقد، يمكن إلا بوقت النوم لأن تدرك أنّ اليوم انتهى.
الواحد يفترض أنّ لو عنده وقت فراغ لمدة أشهر كاملة متواصلة، رح يسوي كل اللي يعجبه، بس بالواقع ما رح يسوي أي شي.

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