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استبيان بخصوص الاشخاص الذين خضعوا لاي نوع من التداخل القسطاري في محافظة بابل , يرجى فقط ممن اجرى مسبقا اي تداخل قسطاري الاجابة على جميع الاسئلة .
Money is the alienated ability of mankind. That which I am unable to do as a man, and of which therefore all my individual essential powers are incapable, I am able to do by means of money. Money thus turns each of these powers into something which in itself it is not – turns it, that is, into its contrary.
— Karl Marx
— Karl Marx
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Money is the alienated ability of mankind. That which I am unable to do as a man, and of which therefore all my individual essential powers are incapable, I am able to do by means of money. Money thus turns each of these powers into something which in itself…
Never thought I'd quote the guy in economic matters...
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On a second thought, almost all nostalgia is a feeling of longing for an imagined past, not a real one.
The perfect past is only perfect as we remember it now (not as we lived it). It's only perfect as a past moment, as something we can look at from a distance. Just as we enjoy war movies because we're watching them through a screen, and not actually living through the war.
I guess nostalgia is simply: The past, beautified and reimagined. By feeling nostalgic, we create a myth of a blissful past so we can distract ourselves from the imperfect present... Which is not necessarily a bad thing to do.
The perfect past is only perfect as we remember it now (not as we lived it). It's only perfect as a past moment, as something we can look at from a distance. Just as we enjoy war movies because we're watching them through a screen, and not actually living through the war.
I guess nostalgia is simply: The past, beautified and reimagined. By feeling nostalgic, we create a myth of a blissful past so we can distract ourselves from the imperfect present... Which is not necessarily a bad thing to do.