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A Schrödinger Pi book

I want you to imagine a huge library, with infinite books, books in every language and every topic you imagine. Now imagine with me an old heavy book. A book that contains only numbers, infinite random combinations. Like the decimal representation of Pi, the fraction never ends. Now, this means in this book, lies all the information in the world, and also that means information yet to be discovered. Information very specific to you as what did you have for breakfast and general information as the rebellion of the first Martians (Humans born and raised in Mars) against the settlers. Now, let’s imagine that somehow you could actually decipher and extract information. That means that all the knowledge is actually before you. Here comes the funny part, I have a question for you: What do you want to know? What are you so eager to know that you do anything for the exchange of this piece of information? Wait, there is a trick here, do you actually want to know? I mean knowing will spoil...

On identity

The negation of oneself allows a new form of identity-less personas. This sounds like a multiple identity bipolar psychological problem. Yet, when one loses his own skin, and get out of the cocoon, a beautiful butterfly will emerge. Free your mind from the downgrading thoughts and ideas that pull you down to the unholy norms, the societal craved boundaries. Do not chain your brain and lock it down. You are not a prisoner, you are not a prisoner. Free your imagination. Wake-dream about Borges Library of Babel. Be Zhuangzi’s butterfly. Wonder about nothing and everything. Travel into a deep minded state where you are everyone and everyone is you. Be the wind and sunken the ships of the mind invaders. Accept your own skin and image. But most importantly define who you really are. At least, know your boundaries, and then break them. Create new milestones, challenge yourself and outskirt your predefined limitations. Get out of your comfort zone, declare yourself free from all that cha...

Something about something: A midnight ranting.

It is the self-destructive man in us that revel. We forget tomorrow, yet we just want everything to end. We are weird, sometimes we want the ends, and sometimes we hate that the end is coming. We capitalize on the past to bear the misery of the present for a fantastic future. Ahhh “Should I drink coffee or should kill myself” do not you think that “Sisyphus” had the perfect ending, so interestingly beautiful. Sisyphus must be truly happy. Do you copy? Maybe it is just some blank infinity, so do not worry yourself. I have walked this road so many times, the fall, the gloomy cloudy cold weather. It is not the same place, but it feels the same. The same path at least. One may at some point recognize the ending. Yet, one closes his eyes and hope for a better journey at least. It is difficult for one to keep his sanity. It is the pit of self-destructive insanity that I truly fear.  I may be fulfilling my self-destructive fantasy of falling in the same exact pit. The funny th...

A moment in the Space-Time.

A couple of days ago, I decided not to take my usual route to the office. I lusted for a change, new thoughts and ideas. I was walking down this new road, the sun was a little shy, taking cover behind the unending stream of clouds. It was not cold, a little chilly, this kind of cold weather you enjoy when you are having a hot drink, preferably a good quality coffee with the occasional good quality cigarette that does not leave an after taste. But then, just for a brief moment in the current fabric of the space-time continuum, the sun decided to overcome its shyness and unleash its warm beautiful graceful light. It was as if the sunlight hit me in the face, for a second there I was disoriented, yet I felt complete and enlightened. I felt I was disintegrated into the smallest of the atoms, I was the air you breathe, the small particles of dust travelling around you, and I was the sun rays the passer byes enjoyed. I was –again- connected to the universe, I was the universe and the unive...

Citizen of the world

I miss the times when I used to walk tens of kilometers in a newly visited strange city, the pain and blisters you get from walking. Walking with a map trying to find your next adventure, and then suddenly realizing you have been walking around the same block, or even better you find yourself in front of a great monument or a historical building. The times you are almost next to broke but you are certain your memories get richer and you experience the fact that you are a citizen of the world, a small fly in a vast universe, a collection of memories, experiences, thoughts and ideas. It is not your color, your language, nor your passport that identifies you, these are obstacles lied to divide us into nations while we are mere citizens of this Earth. I assume if everyone traveled the globe, our different ideas and thoughts, our different beliefs and values will dissolve, and then we shall become true citizens of this world, humans with no differences.

The illusionist or the illusion of being conscious

-Sir it is just uhm -..... -it is just you are a mere projection of my mind -um what? -you are form of an idea, I just created you. -excuse me?!!! -you think you are conscious live being? -am I not?!! -no you are not, I gave you the illusion of being conscious, the illusion of thinking and having an option, will you know what? You don't. -... -you see I have lived a thousand lives, I have been here and there, I have created hundred universes and billions of people, I wrote all the novels and books, I constructed all the buildings and demolished them, I created symphonies and played them, I made snow and the heat to melt it, for me it is just the luxury of thinking to materialize my ideas. You are a mere idea my dear sir. -I see you have lost your grip on reality and slid into downfall of hallucinations. -let us do a small experiment, I will count down to three, and you will not be here anymore, as I will not be. One, two, three. Our friend is ...

اهرب يا ولدي

سيزهقون روحك الحرة يا ولدي حتي تصبح مسخاً بلا هويه. ثم سيكتبون عليك سجن حياة تمنوها، سيعيشون أحلامهم من خلال جسدك الخاوي و عقلك الذي محو منه فتات شخصيتك و كينونتك. اهرب يا و...

Rebel, Rebel, Rebel

From the day we are born we are meant to be curious human beings, explorers of the mythical unknown, but day after day they keep feeding us pieces of information and lies; you can not do that, you do not wanna be that, you should not wear this, you must do that and that, they kill our imagination and hopes, they murder our curiosity and the keenness to know, our love to understand and to appreciate the beauty of the surroundings. They box us into predefined models of thoughts, needs and wants. We are only allowed to believe and see what they want to believe and see. We are cataloged into human-like humans. You should work  all your life, you should be married by now and have children, you will never be happy, you will always want, need and cherish the material, you will never be satisfied, you will always want more, no matter how much wealth and material you accumulate you will all want more. They made you forget that you were once an explorer, a child that cares not for the mate...

انا مش رقم علي ورق

انا مش رقم علي ورق ولا انا رقم في البطاقة و لا انا رقم في بنك و لا فلوس تحت البلاطة و لا انا شقة و لا انا عربية و لا وظيفه و ترقيه و لا انا اسم و لا انا شكل و لا ماركة شنطة او ساعه هد...

في حضرة ديابيلوس

ا حضر الجن و لا محضروش. طيب لو حضرتة هعرف اصرفه؟ هي كلمتني كتير عنه بس انا مصدقتش او مش عايز اصدق. طيب لو حضرتة و جه فعلا، هيحللي مشاكلي؟ هو انا فعلا مستني جني عشان اعمل الأنا ع...

ذكريات و أوهام

لطالما كانت مجريات الأمور تسير عكس ما يتمناه المرء و يشتهيه. و لطالما تحطمت امالنا و أحلامنا على صخرة الحقيقة و برياح الحياة العاتية ليتحول مرادنا إلى مجرد فتات أحلام أسف و ندم لما تخيلناه و تمنينا تحقيقه، أحلام لا بد ولا مفر منها مكبلةٌ في فضاء عقولنا. لكم تخيلنا و تمنينا حياة غير الحياة، رفيق غير الرفيق، بلد غير البلد، حبيب غير الحبيب.  و لكم اندثرت أحلامنا في لحظة كموج البحر يمحي قصور الرمال. لكن في الحزن روح و حياة، فلازلنا أحياء محطمين، شهداء أحلامنا، بأعين منكسرة تأبى الدمع، أحياء أو أشباه أحياء مسلوبين القلب و الروح و لكن أحياء نذوق مرارة الحياة من حين إلى أخر.  ستبقى أوهمنا حياة أخرى نتمناها من حين إلى حين، جنباً إلى جنب مع ذكريات قد عشناها فعلاً، ذكريات الطفولة البريئة، ذكريات قصور الرمال الهشة، ذكريات أول قبلة مسروقة، ذكريات إبتسامة من حبيب ولى و دبر، ذكريات دموع فرت فرحاً أو دموع  و اهات سلبت القلب لغصة أو من قهر. ذكريات و أوهام تبكينا و تضحكنا و لكن الأهم تقوينا و تحيينا و ما على الزمن إلا ليضمد جراح أوهمنا و شقاق قلوبنا الباكية بأن ننسى لنحيا بأحلام و...