Stardust

Stardust

"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics.

You are all stardust."

Lawrence Krauss

つづく

The People

I can’t read philosophy. I just dumped my third philosophical book. It’s too much for my little brain to understand. The problem, a common individual may face, is the different and exaggerated terminology which philosophical folk like to utilize. They express simple ideas in very complicated, unusual words. That makes them look smarter for some, and dumper, hopefully, for the most. So, how should we conduct with people? For many occasions, authors can be categorized into two groups, those who want to make the reader life easier and others who want to make it harder. Can you show out your power over people by over smarting them?

A lot of wise men believed solitary fits them the most. Probably, they are different than common people, so they should live in ivory towers. There’s an Arabic book, Hayy ibn Yaqdhan, of a man who was born in an isolated island and raised by an antelope. Then, he realized there’s a nearby inhibited island, he went there and tried to live among other people. His mission failed and returned to the isolated island. The author wanted to establish that using common sense and logic is enough to find God. Also he claims that the human being is born with adequate ability to process and collect evidence around him to establish God existence. The implied message is a philosophical can’t live among people, since they’re bias, and drifted away from the common sense. Are they? 

Friedrich Nietzsche on the other hand thought a wise man/prophet, Zarathustra, should leave his solitary up in the mount and visit people. Zarathustra was shocked observing how people become unethical and immoral, so he declared the death of god. Always the trails to approach people by wise men, or so, are rejected by either parts. Luckily for Nietzsche he wasn’t killed after declaring the death of god, since Socrates was executed due to his arguments with common people. Unfortunately, Nietzsche was admitted to psychiatry hospital and accused of being insane!  

Sometimes, we chose solitary because we couldn’t find the perfect match for our souls. Poor souls, we prison inside these degrading bodies. For many times, believes considered the soul as immortal, and inconsumable. That’s where the feeling of oddness originates, an unequal pair which has one opportunity to make concord. Do you think it’s easy to make peace between your body and soul, so one person can live in harmony? Basically we all observe our souls drive our bodies to maturity, so a soul can function fully. At one point the poor body can’t tolerate the demand, so it starts to become ill. Then and only then, the frustrated soul leaves the body. I wonder who forced it to linger in one cell creature initially.

That’s what happens all the time between people: odd pair is gathered under one roof. I always find the term “soul mates” amusing, at one point pet owners and pets start to act alike. Are they soul mates? Indeed time factor is fair enough to force a couple lives together. I can’t understand how souls can be liberated from physical boundaries to reach a higher level of maturity. Believe me, once you find your soul mate it would be like your soul is half the way to perfection. Is there as such as a soul mate? If there’s, then solitary is very benign if I take her to a mountain where we can live alone together. It’s not philosophical perspective, it’s the desire to enjoy and live long and peacefully.

What do I have against my community? There’s some sort of duplication in my community. I can stand against it and hurt a lot of naïve emotions who believe that we are angels. I can go with the stream and lose the special philosophical touch. The only way is going duplicated, like them?! To tell the truth, I don’t think confrontation is the way to change. Change, in such radical society, comes slow and gradually, and without the awareness of the change itself. We plan to seed good family, healthy children and teach them how to make this place a better one. Maybe it takes a generation or two. Until then, I have nothing else to add.

Karma

Tower of Babel

If karma is about math, then I’m screwed up. I don’t want to sum up the good deeds versus or minus the bad actions I did during my life. Since the result terrifies me every time I close my eyes and ask the universe to help me establishing some of my wishes. Well, the universe speaks a universal language, I’m just not sure if I’m following it correctly. Despite the complexity of our language/communication method, the universe language is very easy; "he who reaps thorns, doesn't harvest roses"

We’re locked inside labyrinth. All what we think of, in the detain, is how to skip. The only way out is death! Thanks to karma again, even when we die, we will be reincarnated inside the same labyrinth, just in a different level. So, the only way out is in. Ironically, we claim that we’re free. I could finally appreciate the luxury of when I was a student. I’m not employed yet, but I can feel how I’m enslaved during my internship. This’s no flight of ideas, please notice the thin thread between every sentence. Anyway, for a while I thought of quitting medicine and live between my books. Yet, I don’t underestimate the value of the knowledge that I learn regarding human beings.

On a lower level, we’re imprisoned inside our own bodies. Imagine if you woke up one morning and try to open your mouth to shout how ugly this world is. But for your surprise, you’re mute! The jump we did on evolution bases, which made us superior to our cousins, monkeys, is the language. So, it’s that easy, we’re locked once we can’t speak. We’re locked once we can’t shit. How fragile humans are. More I think of it, how many people I wanted to say to them (fuck you) before I lost my ability to talk? Yeah, again the sense of insignificant appears among my lines. Why am I writing? To unlock the boundaries that my soul is limited inside?

I’m dissolving. I believe I’m going more spiritual and less physical. As words pass between my fingers, I lose some of the inner structure to you, to every reader. And soon the matter I’m consisting of will vanish, or transformed into another form of energy, assuming that mass is energy. This way, I may skip my fate, and cheat karma. This’s the great escape. Since the blank paper is a rubbishy concept. You can’t start over, at least as a human, or inside this universe. The free will topic pops up again in my head.

(The Context) is a concept I’m proposing to state the dilemma of free will. I don’t remember if I mention it earlier. Karma, for example, determines the form of our current life based on our previous deeds. Our life, abstractly, is fixed, based on our parents, geographical location, socioeconomical status, and many other factors that we don’t control. These factors, which we neglect, direct us to make our decisions. This way, everything we did was implied according to the atmosphere we live into. (The Context) we live inside is controlling us. Apparently, there’s no running away.

How to skip? Nah, apparently I have to stand my ground and calculate my chances of failing or success, regardless or with respect to karma effect. I don’t remember last time I did this, most probably this’s my first time. That means I’m maturing, but I don’t want to  be dull like matures. Usually, I don’t hold any risk for any of my actions. Since everything is well planned and directed toward this day; the day when Ahmed has to take his own risk. Smart of me, first two things I prepared are something else to blame, karma, and running away plan.