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"Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance."

When nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

— Milan Kundera

Here's a good rule of thumb:

assume that any inspirational quote or image that you see on the Internet did not come from the mouth or the pen of person attributed. If you assume that every time, you'll be right more often than you're wrong.

*A random comment from the internet*

الفراهيدي: *لو أعيش وياك على الحصيرة هم راضية*

أبو قيس يكلك ماكو زلمة حقيقي إذا ما يكون صريع الغواني

Memory is essentially reconstructive.

We tend to imagine the brain to be a sort of a large library with innumerable shelves of books, or albums of pictures; when we remember a moment, it is simply retrieved/recalled from the library where it was quietly sitting.

But that's not how we humans operate. A camera is a passive instrument; it simply lets the light through, and records whatever it receives, while the eye is an active organ; it seeks what it wants to perceive. The eyes do not capture the moment like cameras do, and they are not sculptors that etch memories onto the brain.

What happens instead is that we perceive mainly what is significant to us and we discard the rest of the picture. A simple example is how you can listen to and understand someone's speech in the middle of a loud room. Yet, if you record that same situation with a microphone, you'll only hear a cacophony. This is because your ear listens actively; it perceives. While your microphone merely receives whatever input is there.

Afterwards, this perception is committed to memory, but not in its exact form. Your memory only keeps the gist of it. So when we remember something, we reconstruct the details from the gist. We do not recall them because they simply did not exist prior to the moment of remembrance. It's like a fridge that, instead of having cake in it, only has a recipe for making cake. Everytime you use that recipe, you'll make a slightly different cake.

This is an oversimplification. But it's posted on a telegram channel after all...

these mental images are momentary constructions, attempts at replication of patterns that were once experienced, in which the probability of exact replication is low but the probability of substantial replication can be higher or lower, depending on the circumstances in which the images were learned and are being recalled.

— Descartes' Error

In this sense, remembrance is an act of interpretation: When we remember some memory, we're essentially interpreting it in accordance with our current situation.

Just think about someone you once loved and now you don't... And think how your memory of them has changed (has been re-interpreted).

أيَا مَن ذِكرُهم أضحى دِثاري
كما حبّي لهم أضحى شِعارُ

أمَا لأسيرِ حُبِّكُم فداءُ
أمَا لكسيرِ حُبِّكُم جبّارُ

أمَا لِعَليلِ وَصلِكم دواءُ
أمَا لقَتِيلِ هَجرِكم إنتصارُ

أحبَّتَنا إلى كَم ذا التمادي
وكم هذا التباعدُ والنّفارُ

يا قَبرُ يا قَبرُ هل زالَت محاسِنُه
مَن فِيكَ أمْ زالَ ذاكَ المَنظَرُ النَّضِرُ

يا قَبرُ ما أنتَ لا رَوضٌ ولا فَلَكُ
فكيفَ يُجمَع فيكَ الشمسُ والقَمَرُ

شهادة لله هو شِعر ركيك بس يونس، خاصةً لما يجي بنص القصة