Showery thoughts

I have always been fascinated by the notion of intelligence and how to define it.  For me, I find it difficult to include all people under one sort of intelligence, on the other hand, I do belive in a categorical sort of intelligence. Let me give you some examples: There are those who are socially intelligence, whose presence is on the par of Gandalf, those who know how to get with so many people in such a short time, the party guys. There is the Math guys, those who are good with numbers and calculations. The ones who are always grab the check after every gathering and calculate who should pay what, the ones who will do taxes and accounting, or modeling a multi tier multi objective problems and have fun while doing so. There are the linguistics, those who know languages and know how to learn them. You teach them few basic sentences and they will turn it to a full basic conversation. The ones who will impress you by the number of languages they know. There are the gamers, the o...

To subside to depression is not an act of irrationality. Au contraire, it can be the most logical decision at a point of time. It is not easy to fight this black hole of depression, it is way easier to settle for a defeat. It is agonizing to find someone seized to exist, to let go of his earthly condition. I hope you don’t fall in the pit and follow the rabbit. No matter what I do or say, it want change what happened, it won’t matter. I have come by this pit many a times, yet I was not ready to meet my maker, as Borges did. I am not a special one, I am merely a normal human, but sometimes I look into the mirror and I see emptiness, just as if I have lost my shadow, my soul, myself. Sometimes tears escape my eyes for those lost souls who lost their fights. Aint easy to take that decision, to willingly chose to stop living, it is actually one of the most daring decisions one can take. Also, it can mean ultimate loss of hope and decisive abandonment. To be sane and take ...

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...

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...

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 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...

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.