— عنترة بن شداد

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تصميم ناطحات السحاب دائمًا بيه مشاكل: أول شي، سرعة الرياح تكون أعلى كلما ترتفع عن الأرض، بالنتيجة الرياح ممكن تدفع الطوابق العلوية وتخلي البناية تميل بشكل خطِر وممكن تسقط. ثاني شي، الزلازل، حتى البسيطة منها، تأثيرها رح يصير خطِر بالنسبة لبناية عمودية طولها 100 متر وقاعدتها صغيرة مقارنةً بطولها.

المهم، شتسوي لما ناطحة السحاب مالتك معرضة للمَيَلان؟ تخلي بداخلها كرة عملاقة من الكونكريت أو الفولاذ بحيث تصير پندول Pendulum، وتربط بيه سبرنگة من جوة، بحيث لما تميل البناية لليمنة، الجاذبية والسبرنگة رح يجرّن الپندول للجهة المعاكسة ويوازننها.

It's fucking brilliant

It is unnerving to think that we allow buildings this difficult to design and construct to go up in the midst of our major cities, with thousands of people inside and tens of thousands more living and working nearby. Doing so seems risky and unwise. But we allow it based on trust in the ability of the experts to manage the complexities. They in turn know better than to rely on their individual abilities to get everything right. They trust instead in one set of checklists to make sure that simple steps are not missed or skipped and in another set to make sure that everyone talks through and resolves all the hard and unexpected problems.

— The Checklist Manifesto, by Atul Gawande

Jews and Christians believe that God created the world in six days. And on the seventh day he rested from all his work. He saw the beauty of it all, and reveled in his creation.

I can only imagine what he must've felt on the eighth day; he felt the boredom that comes once the feverish joy of creativity fades away. The emptiness that comes after a perfect mood.

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From the seventh solitude. — One day the wanderer slammed a door shut behind him, came to a halt, and wept. Then he said: ‘This penchant and passion for what is true, real, non-apparent, certain—how it exasperates me! Why does this gloomy and earnest oppressor follow me of all people! I want to rest, but he won't allow it. How many things seduce me to linger? Everywhere there are Armida's gardens for me. Thus ever again I must tear myself away and feel another new bitterness in my heart! Once again I must lift my foot, this tired, wounded foot; and having to do so often makes me cast a wrathful glance back at the most beautiful things that could not hold me—because it could not hold me!’

— The Joyful Science, by Friedrich Nietzsche