The Western mind is the faithful son of Socrates (as depicted by Plato).
While the Western spirit is the good daughter of Jesus Christ (as depicted by st. Paul).

Here's an irony:

People today talk about merging with AI and machines to "overcome their biological bodies" and attain singularity, or they talk about uploading their minds to a computer so they can live after the death of their biological bodies.

And I can't help but remember how the religious people of the past used to pray and worship their gods so they can "overcome their mortal bodies" and live eternally in heaven or something.

Shows and movies like Westworld, Transcendence, and other works of science fiction are THE MYTHS and religious stories of modern times.

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إبن حزم طلع رومانسي:

إبن حزم، عن الملل

- طوق الحمامة، لإبن حزم الأندلسي

Melancholy is the mark of old age. It's the wrinkles on the face of the soul. Ambition and dreams are the signs of youth. They are the fire that burns within and warms one's soul.
Whoever loses ambition is an old man and soon will be dead.

Those two admire and hate one another at the same time

Bot:
Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But Lust’s effect is tempest after sun.
Love’s gentle spring doth always fresh remain;
Lust’s winter comes ere summer half be done.
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies.
Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies.

VENUS  & ADONIS
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Bot:
الحُزنُ يُقلِقُ وَالتَجَمُّلُ يَردَعُ
وَالدَمعُ بَينَهُما عَصِيٌّ طَيِّعُ

يَتَنازَعانِ دُموعَ عَينِ مُسَهَّدٍ
هَذا يَجيءُ بِها وَهَذا يَرجِعُ

‏"وعليك مُعْتمدي وفيكَ تصبُّري
وبفتـحكَ اللهمّ يـدنُ مُرادي

قالَ البَشاشَةُ لَيسَ تُسعِدُ كائِنًا
يَأتي إِلى الدُنيا وَيَذهَبُ مُرغَما

قُلتُ اِبتَسِم ما دامَ بَينَكَ وَالرَدى
شِبرٌ فَإِنَّكَ بَعدُ لَن تَتَبَسَّما

قالَ اللَيالي جَرَّعَتني عَلقَمًا
قُلتُ اِبتَسِم وَلَئِن جَرَعتَ العَلقَما

فَلَعَلَّ غَيرَكَ إِن رَآكَ مُرَنَّمًا
طَرَحَ الكَآبَةَ جانِباً وَتَرَنَّما

- إيليا أبو ماضي