Alain de botton once said "love is a species of hope." But hope itself is a species of ignorance. Our ignorance about something or someone is what makes it possible for us to wish (hope) that they turn out to be good.
Most of what love is, is really based on ignorance.
Most of what love is, is really based on ignorance.
On Hope, Love, and Ignorance
Since it's impossible to fully know someone, then our ignorance about our lovers makes it possible for us to hope that that they'll turn out good.
Hope and ignorance conspire within our minds till the lover is no longer human, they become a canvas or a blank slate for us to draw our most romantic dreams and childish, unconscious desires upon them. We no longer see them for who they are, we see them for who we wish/hope them to be; our perfect lovers become the answer to all our uncertainty.
In fact, we never see them for who they are. We might get close to that, but it happens only after a long time of acquaintance. Because the moment we see them for who they really are, is the moment where the mystery fades away, and reality burns the canvas and breaks our hopes; it's the moment when we see them as humans. We're no longer ignorant. And this kills most people's love. It kills the average man and woman's love; as Charles Bukowski said:
"Beware the average man and the average woman, their love is average, seeks average."
This encounter with reality usually happens after some time, when the two lovers become accustomed to one another and accumulate enough knowledge so that the ignorance, of which their love is built upon, is shattered.
As a piece of advice: do not build your love on the quick sand of ignorance. And abandon hope. Love that doesn't endure hopelessness is as useless as a toy. And, as Ayn Rand once said: "Love only those who deserve it."
Since it's impossible to fully know someone, then our ignorance about our lovers makes it possible for us to hope that that they'll turn out good.
Hope and ignorance conspire within our minds till the lover is no longer human, they become a canvas or a blank slate for us to draw our most romantic dreams and childish, unconscious desires upon them. We no longer see them for who they are, we see them for who we wish/hope them to be; our perfect lovers become the answer to all our uncertainty.
In fact, we never see them for who they are. We might get close to that, but it happens only after a long time of acquaintance. Because the moment we see them for who they really are, is the moment where the mystery fades away, and reality burns the canvas and breaks our hopes; it's the moment when we see them as humans. We're no longer ignorant. And this kills most people's love. It kills the average man and woman's love; as Charles Bukowski said:
"Beware the average man and the average woman, their love is average, seeks average."
This encounter with reality usually happens after some time, when the two lovers become accustomed to one another and accumulate enough knowledge so that the ignorance, of which their love is built upon, is shattered.
As a piece of advice: do not build your love on the quick sand of ignorance. And abandon hope. Love that doesn't endure hopelessness is as useless as a toy. And, as Ayn Rand once said: "Love only those who deserve it."
On strangers, and love-of-the-first-sight
This is why things like 'love of the first sight' exist. Because strangers thrill us with an air of mystery. By definition, we don't know anything about them, and this is exactly why we fall in love with them. They represent hope and mystery. they can be potentially anyone we can imagine; a new dear friend, a lover, or just some beautiful mind we'll share a conversation with. They are pure potential, regardless of who they really are.
This is why things like 'love of the first sight' exist. Because strangers thrill us with an air of mystery. By definition, we don't know anything about them, and this is exactly why we fall in love with them. They represent hope and mystery. they can be potentially anyone we can imagine; a new dear friend, a lover, or just some beautiful mind we'll share a conversation with. They are pure potential, regardless of who they really are.
On new year's eve, birthday parties, surprises, and more on strangers
Our profound ignorance is the main ingredient of Mystery, and of our infatuation with Mystery.
It can explain many of our irrational actions; the reason we sometimes fall in love with complete strangers, and the reason why surprises provide such a joy. It might also explain, at least in part, why we celebrate birthdays and new years: because they are new and unknown times. We "hope" that next year is going to be THE YEAR. It's somewhat similar to Schrödinger's cat; the cat is both alive and dead until we decide to open the box and "kill" our ignorance about its state. Same applies to strangers, new year, our birthdays, gifts, and hope in general. They are everything that we aim (hope) for, until we unravel the mystery that wraps them.
Our profound ignorance is the main ingredient of Mystery, and of our infatuation with Mystery.
It can explain many of our irrational actions; the reason we sometimes fall in love with complete strangers, and the reason why surprises provide such a joy. It might also explain, at least in part, why we celebrate birthdays and new years: because they are new and unknown times. We "hope" that next year is going to be THE YEAR. It's somewhat similar to Schrödinger's cat; the cat is both alive and dead until we decide to open the box and "kill" our ignorance about its state. Same applies to strangers, new year, our birthdays, gifts, and hope in general. They are everything that we aim (hope) for, until we unravel the mystery that wraps them.
إنّ حظّي كدقيقٍٍ
فوقَ شوكٍ نثروهُ
فوقَ شوكٍ نثروهُ
فؤاد سالم
إنّ حظّي كدقيقٍ فوقَ شوكٍ نثروهُ
ثمّ قالوا لحُفاةٍ يومَ ريحٍ إجمعوهُ
صعُبَ الأمرُ عليهمْ قلتُ يا قومِ اتركوهُ
إنّ من أشقاهُ ربِّي كيفَ أنتم تسعدوهُ؟
ثمّ قالوا لحُفاةٍ يومَ ريحٍ إجمعوهُ
صعُبَ الأمرُ عليهمْ قلتُ يا قومِ اتركوهُ
إنّ من أشقاهُ ربِّي كيفَ أنتم تسعدوهُ؟
A happy life is impossible, the highest that man can achieve is a heroic life
- Arthur Schopenhauer
- Arthur Schopenhauer
Today as always, men fall into two groups: slaves and free men. Whoever does not have two-thirds of his day for himself, is a slave, whatever he may be: a statesman, a businessman, an official, or a scholar.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
— Friedrich Nietzsche
الناسُ اليوم، كما في كُلِّ زمان، على طبقَتَين: سادةٌ وعبيد. كُلُّ مَن لا يَملِكُ ثُلثَي يومِه لنفسِه فهو بمنزلةِ العبيد، مهما تكن منزِلَتُه بين الناس؛ سواءً كان رجلَ دولةٍ أو تاجرًا أو موظفًا أو عالمًا.
— فريدريك نيتشه
— فريدريك نيتشه
Malaria is characterized by febrile paroxysm; recurrent alternating episodes of shivers and fever that usually begin in the night.
This is because the infection cycle of plasmodium (Malaria) occurs in a highly synchronous fashion, with roughly all of the parasites throughout the blood in the same stage of development, so the infected RBCs rupture and cause systemic inflammatory response roughly at the same time.
This precise clocking mechanism has been shown to be dependent on the human host's own circadian rhythm.
This is because the infection cycle of plasmodium (Malaria) occurs in a highly synchronous fashion, with roughly all of the parasites throughout the blood in the same stage of development, so the infected RBCs rupture and cause systemic inflammatory response roughly at the same time.
This precise clocking mechanism has been shown to be dependent on the human host's own circadian rhythm.
مرضى الملاريا بالعادة يعانون من حالة إسمها febrile paroxysm بحيث بالليل يحسون بنوبات متكررة من الشعور بالبرد وراها حمى وحرارة عالية وراها يتعرقون لحدما تنتهي النوبة اللي تستمر شي 8 ساعات. وبعدها تتكرر من جديد.
هالشي يصير لأن طفيليات الملاريا تنمو بداخل كريات الدم الحمر بشكل متزامن وية الساعة البايولوجية للفرد المصاب بحيث أغلبها توصل لمرحلة البلوغ وتكسّر كريات الدم الحمر بالليل، وبالنتيجة الجسم ينتج ردة فعل مناعية ضد هالحدث المتزامن ويتسبب بـ Febrile paroxysm
هالشي يصير لأن طفيليات الملاريا تنمو بداخل كريات الدم الحمر بشكل متزامن وية الساعة البايولوجية للفرد المصاب بحيث أغلبها توصل لمرحلة البلوغ وتكسّر كريات الدم الحمر بالليل، وبالنتيجة الجسم ينتج ردة فعل مناعية ضد هالحدث المتزامن ويتسبب بـ Febrile paroxysm