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Get naked in brain


There's a great anecdote about the very first concept taken of life, this concept and understanding occasioned a profound shift in ou understanding of ourselves.
we all leave in that single celestial body teeming with life, the womb in which we dwell.
Since the birth of this Earth, mankind Excel in misrepresenting the big picture, into a story of borders, subdivisions, and devising lines, the lines that from the vantage point of space, they never existed. too much hostility and not enough empathy. it ill conceive to address the challenge of a hyper-connected global world.
            Don't yo worry, Conflicts remain.

So, we need a new lens to address this inconsistencies, to scale up, exchanging ideas, beliefs, goods, extending our gaze.
    how come ?
so we all experience that feeling when you're really  connecting with somebody, you meet new person, they're really exciting and you find yourself hypnotized by their presence you find them bewitching and as you start to converse, as you start to share stories, you find that you come into this synchronized, you feel you're connected, like meshing, you feel like you're in the same vibe.

This is what we should look for when we connect with anybody, we should be like "Hey, you wanna brain couple with me ? you want  to sit and talk and get naked in brain  and couple brains together ?" because this is what I'm looking for, skip the small stock, skip the small talk, and go straight to that like intersubjective rapture.

Focusing on the light


I felt as the blood was rushing fast in my veins that left me shaking, but I did it this time, my legs didn't betray me like those other times, I ran for the postman, he was an old man, wrinkles cover his face but his smile was always crossing his face as the sun crosses the clouds on fire, He gave me the letter.
"thank you Mr.Sharley" I said, and he gave me a wink in return and wished a good day for me.
even when he was out of my site, my body didn't seem to obey me. Do you think I’ll ever get better at this? That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever I receive a letter from you?
I didn't let myself open the letter near any existent person, so I escaped away to the place when I can be alone, running with all my feet can manage, crossing the forest not realizing that it is getting darker and colder, sometimes there was nothing but trees, and then there would suddenly be a breathtaking glimpse of the  Ocean, reaching to the horizon, dark gray under the clouds. I stopped because my lungs can't be filled with any Extra oxygen and because I reached the top of the cliffs that bordered the beach here. I forgot about the pain I was feeling in my legs and lungs once I saw the view that seemed to stretch on forever, this was my kingdom of isolation. it is already dark, Tonight the sky was utterly black, the thick clouds that letting any chance for the moon to appear and yet the wind that blows faster and harder. it didn't matter for me because I know that this place will never fail amazing me with its beauty, promising me that it won't change until you come and see that beauty by yourself.
I took the flashlight from my pocked that my mother always insist to take it with me. and for glimpse I thought about her and that she might be so worried about me, but it didn't matter, I'm in no position to think of any one but you, any thing but your letter, I opened it, reading your words, moving from one to another like a butterfly looking for pollen, like a ballet girl choosing her steps Smoothly to give the best performance ever.
it is something I have always enjoyed doing, reading your words, like if it was the only way destiny chose for me so I got to know you, to feel that you really exist.
you started your letter with a quote for Aristotle Onassis "It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light."  be well and focus on the light inside you.
why would he say this ? I reread those lines dozens of time before I decided to continue reading, the wind is howling like this swirling storm, it was "I wanted to be rich, but simple all what I got" the last line I read before the winds decide that it is enough for me reading and taking the letter from my hand, It was like someone had died- like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true thing, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family- the whole life that I'd chosen, 
I felt pinned down by the pressure of the storm. Everything swirled around me, The air had a faint electric charge—I could feel the static in my hair. I stared in disbelief as the letter flying in the sky begging me to reach and bring it back to its place, to my shaky hands that I can't feel them now. I was running toward the letter, not seeing a thing, everything stopped, the latter was the center of the world, and I must have it back, I stepped out to the edge, keeping my eyes on the letter in front of me, fading away, getting further and further.
 
photo by lucie drlikova
AND THIS HAPPENED
 I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor. The wind resisted, trying vainly to fight the unconquerable gravity, pushing against me and twirling me in spirals like a rocket crashing to the earth.
it is when I realized I was leaping into space. felling for what seemed like an eternity to me, finally sliced  through the surface of the water, cutting smoothly into the dark gray waves below.
That was when the current caught me.
It felt like the waves were fighting over me, jerking me back and forth between them as if determined to share by pulling me into halves. black angry water in every direction; there was no brightness to direct me upward.
Gravity was all-powerful when it competed with the air, it is when I didn't want to fight anymore. And it wasn't the light-headedness, or the cold, or the failure of my arms as the muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me content to stay where I was.
 it was the letter, the busy place which has suddenly gone calm and I am on the no set to leave it. how can I ? it's peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe, no need to pray and no need to speak. just me and the letter that suddenly got scattered in pieces shining like stars and lighting me up like Venus. it is when I realized this, YOUR WORDS ARE THE LIGHT I NEED TO FOCUS ON.
 ( I know where it exists, hope you like yours)


To be continued 

Can Suffering Inspire You?




Art out Of Pain
"the artist takes in the world, but instead of being oppressed by it, he reworks it in his own personality and recreates it in the work of art" Ernest Becker


There was a great scene in a movie and these two brothers that wished to become writers, We start learning about the story of their unfolding lives, the drama of their every day. One of the guys falls in love, and then his girlfriend commits suicide; something utterly tragic, erupts in his life, and the then the film continues, and, all in sudden, there's a scent that shows him frantically writing down. and the narrator tells us he felt guilty over the creativity triggered by his lover's death.


This notion that tragedy can lead to breakthrough, can lead to rebirth, that the instances of suffering in our lives can actually inspire us to make beautiful art is a sort of paradoxical ecstasy. We can take our wounds and we can turn them into something larger, that we need not have suffered in vain game, is a wild idea, because it doesn't mean that we are happy for our suffering.


It doesn't mean that we wished for these tragic things to happen to us as artists, but it means that we're able to take that pain, take that aching rhapsody and output something in the world and make a contribution, because at least that way, we validate the fact that we exist. we affirm ourselves.


We have no choice but to do so, in the face of entropy, in the face of death, to not say that we exist is to not live at all.

Jason Silva - Sots of awe

The looking glass self



In the age of social media, people increasingly get to have the sense of authorship over how they present themselves to the world, you’r carefully curated instagram feed, your facebook profile pictures, these are ways in which you essentially get to dictate, you get to construct the way that other people perceive you, and this raises all kinds of questions about the fluidity of our identity about how we interface with other minds and other people and it raises all kinds of questions about authenticity, authentic exchanges. 

Who m I? and so the philosopher by the last name of Cooley, he wrote about the looking glass self theory and basically what he said is that we come to be through the interactions that we have with other people, by making models of the other person’s mind. In other words, he says:”I’m not who I think I’m, I’m not who you think I’m, I’m who I think you think I’m”. In other words, we make renderings of what other people think of us and actually play the role of becoming we think they think we are, but in the end we never actually get to know other people’s minds, all we get to know is the modeling of their modeling of us. 

So in the end of the day, we live inside a construct of our own making. I guess perhaps what we should do is come clean about this fact and stop asking questions about authenticity in the ways that we present ourselves artfully on social media and instead accept the fact that identity is a fluid act of improvisation and that the self is not a solid thing and never has been. Now again,


I’m not who I think I’m, I’m not who you think I’m,  I’m who I think you think I’m. Wrap you head around that one 



Jason Silva - shots of awe

Usefulness of forgetting



One of the things that happens when we grow older, with our nodding resignation into nothingness, is that we enter a kind of consciousness known as "The  been there's and done that's" of the adult mind. It's that notion when nothing excites or overwhelms anymore because you've seen it all before. what a tragedy this is, right ? 

I mean, come on! We all remember nostalgically the intensity of experiencing something for the first time. Seeing the world through the eyes of child - wonder struck, entranced by awe, succumbing to astonishment, giving in to astonishment, month gaped wide, I mean, damn to see something for the first time. but then what happens ? then you assimilate, you model it in your brain, you store it in your library of been there's and done that's and you no longer engage, sensorily with stimuli. It's called hedonic adaption, familiarity breeds boredom. It's so depressing, right ?


And so what we do ? I think this is where mindful self-inquiry come in, this is where meditation, this is where breathing exercises come in. This is where boarding a craft that flies you across the world can be therapeutic like to injecting you with a little bit of life by stimulating you and jet-lagging you, and placing you with an entirely different wallpaper of the mind. That's why travel revitalizes, sometimes tweaking our perception. 


Perhaps that's why a museum take an ordinary item and puts it on the wall, decontextualizes it, and brings our attention back to it. We get to enter the archetypical space where the specific stands in for all of its kind, stands in for the reversal. 


We all like to enter a modality of consciousness known as PLOTO'S REALM OF IDEAS. That's where you live in the present, that’s when anxiety about the future and melancholy for the past get drowned out by the ever present rapture of the NOW. Knowing only now and the bliss of now. 

Jason Silva - Sots of awe

The need to belong

Humans are social animals. Evolutionarily speaking, it is fair to say that social bonding has helped us survive. It is a tough world out there, and we have a lot better shot at thriving if we're sharing resources and responsibilities, protecting and supporting each other in groups. The is not say you need to be joined at the hip with everyone-our social needs have to be balanced with our autonomy, or sense of personal control, so we feel both connected and independent. However, sometimes we are denied that sense of belonging. We have all experienced the pain of being ignored or rejected at some point in our lives. It is worse than just about anything. The evidence for this is bundant - one recent study suggested that teenagers who had a sense of belonging to their community had better health and emotional outcome than those who did not feel like they belonged. Cultures all over the world actually use ostracism, or social exclusion, as a type of punishment whether it's kids in time-out, adults in exile, or prisoners in solitary confinement, separation feels like a punch in the gut

The United Kingdom, England, Great Britain

     The United Kingdom, England, Great Britain ? are these three the same place? are they different places ? Do British people secretly laugh those who use the terms wrongly ? who knows the answer to these questions? I do and I'm going to tell u right now.
    For the lost:this is the world, this is the European continent and this is the place we have to untangle. the area shown in purple is the United Kingdom. Part of the confusion is that the UK is not a single country but is instead a country of countries, it contains inside of it four co-equal and sovereign nations. The first of these is England-shown here is red. England is often confused with the UK as a whole because it's the largest and most populous of the nations and contains the capital city, London. to the north is Scotland, shown in blue and to the west is Wales, show is white. And often forgotten even by those who live in the UK, is Northern Ireland shown in Orange. Each country  has a local term for the population. While u can call them all British it's not recommended as the four countries generally don't like each other. The Northern Irish, Scottish and Welsh regard the English as slave-driving colonial masters --- no matter that all the three have their own devolved Parliaments and are allowed to vote on English laws despite the reverse not being true --  and the English generally regard the rest as rural yokels who spend too much time with their sheep. However, as the four constitent countries don't have their own passports, they are all British Citizens, like it or not, The are British Citizens of the UK whose full name by the way is the United Kingdom of great Britain and Northern Ireland.where is great Britain then ? Right here: the Rean covered in black is great Britain. Unlike England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Island, Great Britain is a geographical rather than a political term. Great Britain is the largest island among the British Isles. Within the United Kingdom, the term"Great Britain" is often used to refer to England, Scotland and Wales alone with the intentional exclusion of Northern Ireland. This is mostly, but not completely true, as all three constituent countries have islands that are not part of Great Britain such as the Isle of Wight, part of England, the Welsh, Isle of Anglesey and the Scottish Hebrides, The Shetland Islands, Orkney Islands, Islands of the Clyde.
     The second Biggest Island in the British Isles is Ireland, It is worth nothing that Ireland in not a country, like Great Britain, it is a geographical not a political term, The Island of Ireland contain on it two countries, Northern Ireland --  which we have already discussed -- and the republic of Ireland, when people say that they are Irish, they are referring to the Republic of Ireland which is separate country from the UK. However both Republic of Ireland and the UK are members of the European Union even though England often likes to pretend that it's an Island in the mid-Atlantic rather  than 50 KM off the cost of Franc. But that's a story for another time.

Clip the wings of “I”

 PS: this is not my own article, it owns to Anand Prakash Anand and I came across to it while I was goggling... so happy reading 
 

We always use the alphabet ‘I’ for self in capital form purely due to our ego. For the same reason we never use ‘i’ even in between the sentence. While addressing the gathering we stand erect as ‘I’and use ‘I’many times just to demonstrate our importance and eulogize our fineries due to ego. During young blooming age we walk in strutting posture but later on due to dwindling old age bend ourselves. Similarly we should understand the meaning of ‘I’ and ‘i’. When we write ‘I’ we first draw like a stick or vertical bar ‘1’ and then to make it glorious add a crown at its top like ‘T’ but still not satisfied add a foundation to its bottom like ‘I’ to make it further strong symbol of ego.  
If ‘I’ and ‘i’ adjust, live together in an amicable way and at least smile sometimes, life will become heaven on this earth itself. We should lead our life laughingly and not become a laughing stock. We are short lived and our relations are also short lived, then why to differentiate between high and low like ‘I’ and ‘i’. Inequality is creating animosity amongst people. We should be realistic and not harsh. We should raise the status of lower strata of people. There should be complete transformation. O man time has changed; you also change and come down to reality

Alone together!

 
     Just a moment ago, my friends posted in his Facebook page about his feeling toward Facebook website, and how much displeased he is about it , and that led me to try to write about it, I know that I'm shitty writer but I like to have my own full clear vision about a specific topic and I found talking about Social Network in general and Facebook in particular interesting enough, so to begin with I think I have to start with my 17 years old when I was allowed to have a first access to the Social Network...and I can tell that those little websites so psychologically powerful, that they don't even change what we do, they change who we are. Some of the things I do now with our devices- only a few years ago - I would have found it odd or disturbing, but they have quickly become to seem familiar, just how I do things.
      So neither I nor any one else can change the fact that Social Network has somehow
changed our lives, To the better Or the worst ? this question s answer depends on the self...Does this matters ? Of Course it does, we are setting up each other for trouble, trouble certainly in how we are relate to each other , but more trouble about how we are related to ourselves, for our capacity for our self-reflection, we are getting a new way of being alone together, people want to be with each other, but also elsewhere, connected to all the different places they want to be , they want to go in and out in places they want, because the thing that  matters most to them is control where they put they attention, but it can end up Hiding from each other.
        Texting, email, posting, blogging all of those things let us present the self as we wanted to be, we get to Edit and that means that we get to delete which means that we get to retouch. the face, the voice, the body not too little, ot too much just too right....human relationships are  rich and demanding and we just clean them up with technology.
       Personally, I prefer a real conversations, face to face because I just love to  look at how beautiful the smile drown in my friend's faces like the sun set clouds on fire rather then see some hhh , I like the real hugs and kisses rather than XOXO, I don't like to see ****is typing, i like to stare at the eyes of my beloved people, to read their eyes, some little Mega bites of Binary system can't do that even in video chatting, I like to hold my friends and my family's hands while talking to them, but.......exactly there will be always that BUT...
        We are being disturbed by many people in social network, I will take the case of Facebook, Facebook affords the option of Blocking people and if you can't block it because of some Protocols and etiquette there are an alternative way...put them in a category in which they don't see any activity you do, Facebook affords as I said of classifying your friend to "Close Friend", "People I don't want them" and so on.  you can give every category a specific features about how they can see you...which sometimes comes in handy...I mean all the time.
       So here you are dear readers in the end a quiz that you may wanna play; can you imagine yourself without social network life ? the place where you probably got to know a people who listen to you, cared about you, who made an impact in your life and became part of it, and by your absence you would make them anxious and worry about how and where you are ?  they can do other efforts in order to reach you and solve the puzzle of a disappearance? do they deserve to be hurt by you ? if yes then delete your database from Social Network...Just do it

The role of failure in my own life, is it important to share with others ?

  

        I say, "No, I don't" and to get to the reason why I answered this way, you and I have to think about success and failure a little differently than we're used to.
       To begin with, Winston Churchill once quoted as follow “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
       the fact of how scientists or entrepreneurs are not ashamed or afraid to share their failures should be pointed out. They share often and without hesitation because their goal is to advance everyone’s knowledge of how the world works, and figuring out how it doesn't work is an essential piece of that puzzle.
     To return to, I believe that what matters most is the lessons you learnt from our failures experiences, so instead of telling you my melodramatic sad failures stories, it would be better to sum up the scenario into WHAT I HAVE LEARNT FROM  ?, and here you some of it; if something isn't going to work, fail fast. Don't waste time, Don't tie yourself to a particular business model. Be ready to pivot; be ready to adapt.
     In the end those little failures experiences will just make you more practical, you will gain a real-world experience, will make u practitioner...isn't this enought
see? no drama just reality plus I'm not neither a scientist nor an entrepreneur...

The Etiquette of Reciting the Qur’an

Ibn Katheer mentioned some of these etiquettes, and among them are the following :

*One should neither recite nor touch the Qur’an except in a state of purification.
* One should use Siwak to clean his teeth before recitation.
* One should wear his best clothes.
* One should face the direction of prayer (Qiblah).
* One should pause his recitation when yawning.
* One should not interrupt his recitation and speak, except if necessary.
* One should be attentive to what he is reciting.
* One should pause at a verse mentioning reward and ask Allah for that reward.
* One should pause at a verse mentioning punishment and seek refuge in Allah from that punishment.
* One should not leave the Qur’an opened, nor place anything on it.
* One should not raise his voice when reciting to the extent that he confuses other adjacent recitors.
* One should not recite in marketplaces and places of distracting noise.

The Virtues of Reciting Qur’an

    The Qur’an is the word of Allah. The superiority of the Qur’an over the words of His creation is like the superiority of Allah Himself over His creation. The movement of the tongue in reciting the Qur’an is the best action that the tongue may ever perform.
      There are many virtues in teaching and reciting the Qur’an, some of which are the following :
* The reward of teaching : The Prophet  said: “The best of you are those who learn the Qur'an and teach it(al-Bukhari).
* The reward of reciting : The Prophet  said: “Whoever reads one letter of the book of Allah will be rewarded for it with a good reward, and this good reward will be increased tenfold.”(at-Tirmidhi).
* The reward of learning the Qur’an, memorizing it and being skillful in its recitation : The Prophet  said: “The one who reads the Qur’an while having previously memorized it is with the noble dutiful angels, and the one who recites the Qur'an while it is difficult for him will receive two rewards. ” (al-Bukhari and Muslim) He also said: “It will be said (in Paradise) to the recitor of the Qur’an who acted upon its teachings: read, ascend, and beautify as you did in your worldly life, for indeed your level is that equal to your last verse.(at-Tirmidhi)