aramaic lesson

I was trying to find the origin of my name today; well you see my name can be related to 2 characters. It's either the name of Isaac’s wife or it can be the Lebanese saint “Rafqa” she was declared a saint under the name “Rebecca”. In my case it’s the Saint thingy.
Bottom line is that I couldn’t find my name, lol. However I found some other interesting names:



It is pronounced Odom it's arabic equivalent is Adam and Odom in fact means blood







pronounced Carine it's equivalent in arabic is siham (arrows or something like that)



Pronounced Maryam that's the arabic form for Mary, in aramaic it means the lady of the sea (aw how sweet!)





Pronounced Arzo it's the aramaic equivalent for arz (cedar in english, and in fact Arzo means stable





And finally this word is pronounced Nadine ("na" like in narcotic lol)in aramaic it meant the given one, this name is still used in the lebanon alot! I always thought it was a foreign name.

Hayfa Wehbe+HIV+Morocco

So Hayfa Wehbe was not allowed to make a charity concert in Morocco!

2 ideas are particularly interesting:

1. So Arabs are afraid of Mrs. Wehbe, even when she is trying to make a charity concert? When she is trying to spread awareness against aids?
Well let’s face it, if anyone can make a difference in this issue. After all, she is a sex symbol, and most Arab men suffer unusual blood migration (to the south of course), whenever thinking about Mrs. Wehbe. So who’s better to orient people toward safe sex? Think about it:

{(Wehbe→sex)+(Wehbe→safe sex)}=sex→safe sex.

2. Why is Hayfa Wehbe starting to show interest in social issues (breast cancer and HIV)? Usually empty popularity symbols have brief careers. They make huge amounts of money in short periods of times. When they stop shining as they used to, they either sink into depression or try to remake there image, thus drawing a different picture of themselves as they are leaving so that maybe, just maybe the world would remember them for better reasons than there lust for power and money. Does this mean that Hayfa Wehbe is starting to lose her spark?

P.S.: This was the cover for one of her early CDs, what a shame we couldn’t see much flesh we had to wait a little to see the sexy stuff. (I love his woman for showing people around here what a bunch of sexually repressed teenagers they are!)

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Update

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As junoon pointed out in a comment, it seems that she was finally allowed to go to Morocco, hope so!

And why wouldn't be disapointed?

Ok so I just heard this a few moments ago:

All charges against Sultan Abul-Aynain were dropped, and all the previous convictions… Um just a mistake.

Wow I feel so insulted! The Lebanese court had sentenced him to death (more than once). In the past, we felt it was insulting enough that this guy would be the Fatah representative. It was insulting to see him get on TV and talk about his and his people’s demands, how we (the Lebanese) owe them this and that. What an insult it was that he would defy the Lebanese authority.

And now he was declared “innocent” for political reasons.

The danger of knowledge

Knowledge can be dangerous people, forget about all the cloning and bioethics, there should be some emotional formation, or some psychological test before being admitted into a biology class.

Whenever a guy’s seducing a girl and offering her the sweetest and purest flower, do any of them think that gift is in fact the genitals of an organism that’s fucking itself?
And the worst thing ever is that the lady, that’s receiving the flower, and to show her appreciation to the guy’s present, smells sensually the flower.

Considering the fact that the flower is both the male and female genitals, I wonder if this qualifies for felatio or cunninlingus?

In fact, a colleague of mine, in the botany lab work, is taking this whole think too seriously. The guy’s developing a sort of phobia that there is some liquid pouring out of the flowers he’s trying to identify. I mean the first time this happened it wasn’t a surprise, since it had been raining that day, but the second time it was absurd. I suppose we are partially to be blamed because we kind of implanted in his head that it’s normal to have fluids coming out, since he is manipulating genitals, now he can’t stop thinking that it looks like sperm!

I just love that guy!

The flower above is one of my favorites. It’s called Anagalis arvensis and it’s very abundant. It’s a very small flower, less than 1cm. it grows everywhere, mostly in cities. It’s so small that you pass by it without noticing.

( I hate chosing titles! )

Three major events marked my day:

- My brother slept on my arm all night and then in the morning he was whining about something I don’t remember what, but the point is I didn’t sleep well.

- I discovered at lunch that the book I had borrowed from the library caught some humidity and is partially ruined now.


- I got yelled at in college for leaving the lab without cleaning the table, and you know what? There are only three tables in that lab and 25 students, and when I was leaving there were 4 students left! But no I get yelled at, it’s really my fault because I usually help everyone packing and cleaning which means that they will always leave these shit behind them because they know Becca will clean up after them.

In brief my day was relatively “not as good as it could have been”.

To be perfectly honest, what’s really nagging me is the book issue, I haven’t returned it yet to the library, and I know that the worse thing that can happen is that I’ll have to pay some amount of money for the damage, but I don’t know it’s driving me crazy.

Maybe if I had handed it back then discovered the damage I wouldn’t have felt so bad. Most of the time, anticipating is worse than suffering. When you screw up, you feel terrible, you go numb and silent you can’t get your mind away from your failure, you keep on thinking about what you could have done to avoid this. But when you realize you are heading to an inevitable failure, it’s even worse. Not only you feel sad, numb, silent and you can’t stop thinking about what you could have done to avoid this, but you also can’t stop thinking about what you still can do to avoid the inevitable consequences, and each time you think about that you are doomed to realize (over and over again) that there isn’t anything you can do. It’s like suicide, so painful but you can see no solution.

why Lebanese are superior

So in the Arab summit, for Arab presidents, we were represented by TWO presidents ... Ah yes.

I’ll bet none of you Arabs can do that now can you? Ha, some countries weren’t even represented with one president! But we had 2, Lebanese people are really superior to all other Arabs.

Not just that, they went there and they had a fight. Imagine the scene: a guy that lisps and another that has a malformed lip, both wearing very serious clothes, messing with PCs, and looking for a reason to fight… Damn they remind me of the bunch of kids in my maternity.

But let’s look at the bright side: No one really cares about Arab summits anyway.

female superiority

I don’t know about you people, but whenever I see this woman I can’t get my eyes of her breasts!

Yeah yeah I know, beauty is the inner beauty, and the woman’s attraction isn’t in her boobs it’s between them it’s what’s between her ears. If I am to believe all the guys, men don’t even notice a large breast, they like normal, natural sweet breasts… Blah. Whatever!

But personally I don’t despise the women that make operations, it’s so contradictory, if people didn’t get horny from big breasts, women would have never had big breasts anyway (no other creature has it!).

And besides… Let’s face it! Breasts are a sign of evolution (hihi). Think about it, in astronomy, the best shape is the sphere, ever seen a cubic planet? So girls the rounder you get the better. And don’t worry about overweight, that’s merely an obstacle in the face of evolution…

I admit it was stupid, I won't feel offended if you laughed.

So this is how my day started:
1. Woke up with low serotonin level (naturally I haven’t slept well).
2. Logged in.
3. Started messing with the settings of my template at 7 am.
4. Did a lot of work of which I was satisfied.
5. Messed some more with my template.
6. Made the mistake of “erasing most of the settings” & “saving the changes”.
7. Discovered that my whole blog was transferred to the picture of an empty blog!
8. Lost my temper.
9. Felt lost.
10. Planned for a come back.
11. Searched for any previous page in which I had the complete (OLD) codes for the template via the back button (yeah I know! You could say I was desperate).
12. Investigated and found out that my posts are all intact but the display was unavailable.
13. Felt as if I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel! → All I had to do was to find some template settings.
14. Discovered a very sweet, cute, wonderful, life saving button: the “pick new” button.
15. La Dolce vita…..ah I got my template back….
16. I tried to cry but that didn’t work I was too busy laughing at my stupidity!
17. Accepted, with relief, that I will have to redo all the cool stuff that I want to do to the page (I have the cute edit me buttons hihi).

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The lesson all of you boys and girls ought to learn from this tragedy is:

Messing and screwing up your stuff is great!

But a better way would be to mess with your stuff with a full stomach and less multitasking.

Malgré

So I studied French all my life, and starting from a very young age I was introduced to the word Malgré meaning despite (Malgré son charme la vie est nulle: Despite its magic life’s meaningless).

All these years I used this word with great ease, it’s simple and it’s essential. One thing always intrigued me:
Why do we use the é and not the è? For me the natural tendency was always to use the è I don’t know it always seemed closer to the actual pronunciation.

How ever one question never crossed my mind :

Um……..What does this word derive from?


And today I learned merely by mistake the actual meaning of this pretty word.

In fact this word is composed of two words:

Mal: bad

And

Gré: Taste, like taste in fashion.

Which explains the meaning of the whole word:

Against ones taste, or against ones liking, or despite ones liking. HiHi just two words that were stitched together (the German style).

And in fact there is another expression which renders the transition from mal gré to malgré even more evident:

bon gré mal gré. When we remember that bon means good, it’s easy to conclude that the expression means: Whether I/you/he/she/it/we like(s) it or not.

AWESOME

Wait a minute! I am probably the only human being that thinks this is a discovery.

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Update

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This is what nomad Had to say about this, and since he knows about this better than I ever will I recommand that you listen to read it:

"Gré: Taste, like taste in fashion."

I would have put a meaning of vonlonté

we say bon gré : bonne volonté

mauvais gré : mauvaise volonté

malgré comes for : bien que...

malgré, I think is used for the nicest sonorité !

thus, it is horrible to hear or write malgré que ...

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Michel Seurat

Sorry is the only word the Lebanese should or could describe there feelings for this sad story.

A while back, the remains of Michel Seurat rejoined the soil of his homeland, France. The ceremony was simple, official but simple. In Lebanon people received this story with some sadness, but I suppose the Lebanese people simply are oblivious to the animosity and the atrocity of the deep and numerous meanings of this tragedy.

Michel Seurat had studied for years the relationship between suburbs, islam and terrorism. He was French sociologist that studied Sunni/Islamic fundamentalism in the deepest alleys of Tripoli (Lebanon) and never was he harmed. But he had started studying Shiite/Islamic fundamentalism in West-Beirut when he was kidnapped from his cab on May 22, 1985 (I must’ve been 1 month and 10 days old back then lol). He was declared dead on March 5, 1986.

Naharnet dedicated an article about it.

Michel Seurat was a real and true Orientalist, or Arabist as some might say. He loved Lebanon in particular too. His wife was Syrian and he spent most of his adult life studying Islam and the Arab world. He spent his life defending Arabs and Muslims explaining how there should be no fear, there should be tolerance and that the actual problem was not Islam but the situation surrounding it. He believed in the Arab people, he thought he understood us. When he was kidnapped he believed that his kidnappers would understand his “mission” he thought they’d understand that he comes in peace not colonisation. He believed that they will not let him die, he works “for” them.

According to his wife’s words, he was “too confident”. I suppose he has believed too much in a dream, the dream of tolerance? Of peace?

An important article was written about this before the body was found.

The Pro-Iranian group that kidnapped him and declared his death also declared that they had killed him. In fact they didn’t he died of cancer or some hepatitis maybe, either cases he was ill.

Not only they kidnapped him, not only they watched him die without doing anything, but they also denied him the right to go home after his death. They buried him like a dead leaf at some place in Beirut. They simply said to the world: “Oh yeah he’d dead, and you know what? We’re not handing him over!” They didn’t explain there action, because there action was meaningless. What were they thinking? Oh sorry I forgot that war lords don’t think, they just teach people how to die and how to avoid that terrible sin: “thinking”.

To add the final touch of lowness and hypocrisy, his body was found according to the official sources it was “accidentally found by construction workers digging at a rest stop on the road to Beirut airport”. They don’t expect anyone to buy this shit, but you know what? They say it anyway. Because they know that people won’t question them, people won’t hold them responsible for this lie. All Lebanese people know that it can never be a coincidence that his remains would be accidentally found, right now, when pressure on Hezbollah and Amal is increasingly intolerable. A few years back there were a “tip” from “someone” that indicated the location of the remains. It was declared that some digging took place but the body never found. What a fucking coincidence!

In general, Seurat’s story’s so fascinating with all its significance and all its resemblance to the modern situation.

Personal

As a teenager I went through all the times in which I felt helplessly miserable I never saw any way out or anything to do about it. As a Pseudo adult now I tend to wish for a friend I can call when I feel low or someone I’d trust to ask him her for advice, I have friends of all sorts and they are great but I’ll never sort my feelings out so that I could talk about them without feeling silly about it later. I am so immature.

Random news

The last few days were great days! Not that anything special or great happened, but simply that I came to the term of the struggle I was fighting since the start of the year, you could say that I came to accept the fact that at any day I will stop the unlimited internet connection at home. So the first college semester is fucked, but I feel now that I can make it up during the summer. In fact I always feared that I’d lose the internet at home, but suddenly when I came to accept it I actually lost interest in chatting, and I don’t feel so cut off.

Anyway, the other good news is that someone dropped by and left me a few comments; that’s so encouraging. Thanks Steven. And btw the link you left in one of your comments I visited only to find out that the only reason I did not add this link to my bookmarks is the mere fact that I know the address by heart, yes I already know this link and at a certain time I was addicted to it, I won’t talk about the specific fields of interest in it.

Smile

Today’s a warm, windy and sandy day; but the morning was calm and fresh, a nice day in fact. As I was in the bus, sitting quietly and comfortably, continuing the article I have been reading for the last couple of days.

A few minutes later, a guy sits in front of me, busy doing ….. um busy doing nothing. I suppose his main goal was to avoid some potentially unwanted embarrassing eye contact, or just being polite and avoiding to stare at people. I, on the other hand, I don’t have his delicacy; I don’t avoid the eye contact especially with girls or with sweet guys like this one. I enjoy communicating with total strangers, not necessarily start a conversation, and definitely not to exchange phone numbers; but the eye contact is so magical! Sometimes giggling about something funny. And you know what? I always found that girls, at least in my Lebanese society, are much more appealing when it comes to casual, friendly and aimless talk. Girls laugh faster, they avoid making me feel uncomfortable and they are NOT STICKY!

I mean guys are nice and good and everything, and some of them, like the guy in the bus, are sweet, polite, private and everything. But most of the times guys give things unnecessary dimensions.

For example:
I was walking on the street a couple weeks ago, I was walking alone minding my own business and a guy asks me for directions, I help him out and direct him to the municipality building and everything. Maybe was I too nice? Because next thing he did was to tell me where he comes from, what he does for a living and asks me if I am engaged?! I mean WTF?! Do I have it written on my ass: “Available Hot Chick”?! I am not even attractive, I look like boys and I act like boys. Why would this guy assume I am a good candidate for his “wife-seeking” contest?

That is not pretty much shocking if we actually think about it many times I have read about guys thinking and rethinking about all the “lost chances” for finding love. Especially the nice ones.

Yes the guy names all the girls that showed interest in him at college and school and that pretty colleague that used to bash her eyes for him; but he also mentions sometimes the times when they used to go on the street (or bus lol) and they see a nice girl that “smiles” to them. OMG this “smile” thing is so powerful on these people. Yes I know the value of this smile too. A smile’s probably the nicest thing one can do to another. Whenever I see someone smiling to me I feel like I’m swimming in warm water, effortlessly. And I do anything to make people smile or laugh, when I am with friends (even those are not close to me) I act stupid, lame and childish to make them all laugh, I know most of them just see me as a silly person for being like that but I don’t care, I know that I can make them laugh and I can make them smile on dark days and I can make them happy, I am not sure why that is such a positive thing but I am addicted to it. Probably cause that’s all I’m good at?

But you know what? When I smile to a stranger, I don’t want to fuck him!! I am just smiling, to implant a seed of happiness for a moment. I just see him nice and sweet and I want him to know that. I don’t want to “build” anything. Just a fucking smile. Why do men assume that I have some hidden intentions? Why does this guy assume that he is missing his chance when he doesn’t make some sort of daring step to talk to me? I don’t want him to talk to me, in fact if he tries to approach me I get scared. It’s pretty weird I can’t explain it. It’s like a compliment just take it and smile, it’s not an invitation to my life.



Pazuzu

Neo Sexism

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N.B.: I pose my ideas the way I see them, I am very tolerant, very reasonable and very objective, but not scientific. Thus I rarely used moderating expressions not that I generalize but simply because I do not feel it is commode to constantly rounding angles. Object if you like.

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I was thinking of posting this quite a while back, and today I put a post on a blog that reminded me of this topic so here it is:

Neo feminism and Neo Sexism:

Society’s a necessity. No one can reasonably deny that fact. It’s built to the liking of the majority so, as democracy, it holds the illusion of justice. For most people are satisfied and the minority simply don’t exist. Yes it provides protection and safety and the human contact that we, as social animals, need. But the price we pay is pretty high.

In many societies feminism is the social cast for ugly women that don’t shave and wear no bras. For other societies it’s the group pf women that object no matter what. In general, feminists are not taken seriously, sometimes they go unnoticed. That’s the case in my, Lebanese, society. In here women simply don’t think about the social stereotyping that restricts there rights and there well being. Women are simply oblivious to the unexpressed potentials that they hold within.

Take an average nice, loving (and loved), talented housewife. Ask her about her career why she doesn’t work, and what she thinks about it. What would she answer?

“Well work is very gratifying, it builds a woman’s self esteem and it provides the extra income that supports the family… But when I had my second (or 3rd or 4th …) child I became overwhelmed. I couldn’t provide the care that my home needs AND keep on working and since my family and my children are the most important thing for me I preferred to take a break from work.”

Very loving and caring… But why should this choice be necessary? A house is built on the cooperation of both parents right? Which loving father is unconcerned with his children’s growth, which father leaves the raising of his children totally to his wife? NONE!! A man’s always the one to make the choices when it comes to “how” should the children be raised! And how many men accept that there wives interfere in “how” the man should run his business? Very few, and those that accept counseling from there wives are either clearly overwhelmed by there wives’ intellect (hence there wives shouldn’t be excluded from the working market in the first place).

Ask a woman about that ↑ what does she say?

“Well... true... but then it’s not worth it, I am happy it’s OK.”

Shit! How is anyone to explain that? Personally I see it as the ultimate oppression: The oppression that the oppressed individual inflicts to him/herself.

Many women do work and they work like slaves to “provide” the needs of there families. Oh and there loving husbands help out, sometimes. Sometimes there men wash there own dish, sometimes there men tolerate the fact that the meal is not ready when they arrive home… Very generous my female hormones are very pleased … NOT!

They say I am exaggerating, they say I am subjective… Well I don’t argue with them about that. I just don’t care. I don’t have faith in them and I will not take this shit from them.

But sometimes I DO fight back and I do tell them that I believe the Lebanese society is a sexist society. That women don’t have there rights. The most common thing that I am answered with is a smile (←smug and very insulting for me). And then they say:

“Women have more rights than they ought to! Women are often less qualified, because they have lesser grades, and they have less physical power, and women menstruate (sometimes they don’t mention the menstruation thingy).”

Sometimes some people have the audacity to say:

“Well Feminists are pretty lame in there demands, they are more represented in many sectors and they are effectively better paid.”

I just hate that. The truth is that in the admission of the European Union that even in the EU women are still less paid and have less right… Mind you!... In the EU: where the European parliament contains a very high percentage of effective female politics. But some Lebanese Neo Sexists dare to say that women have more rights than they deserve. Oh and did I mention that the people that talk like this are actually the intellectuals? The people that taught me how to have my own thinking and to doubt any truth before accepting it? It’s so saddening.

The only sector where women are more numerous than men, and more successful are: nursing, tourism, and similar sectors.

In the nursing sector women are better simply because they are more patient, less confronting AND they are more into “ear to ear” gossiping and are far better ar weaving webs of connection than men are. Which is a significant advantage, not to mention the historical fact that in the past where nursing appeared it was “left” for women, because it was considered as second hand task. It was no paid and it was not necessary, those that were rich paid for services (thus getting doctors) and to that were pour just didn’t matter, they were better of dead.

In tourism and other services, women are more represented because they are by far “better” they are better linguistics, and they are more patient and they are prettier. All three characteristics result partly of the social standardization itself, but they are 3 things that men just can’t compete with!

So we are left to have, relative dominance where we excel and we are reasonably excluded where we are equal and totally excluded where we are less performing…

Amsterdam

What can I say? I just worship Jacques Brel!! If he wasn’t too old and too dead, I’d kidnap, kill and mummify him. But you know I don’t want to talk now about him, or at least not about his exotic life. What I want to talk about is his suffocating songs… More specifically, I want to talk about one thought of his memorable song: "Amsterdam". In that song he says:

«...ils boivent aux dames
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps
Qui leur donnent leur vertu
Pour une pièce en or... »

Many translations to English I have encountered fail to capture the spirit of this sentence. My own translation would be:
“...they drink to the health of the ladies
That give them there pretty bodies
That give them there goodness
For a piece of gold…”

And you know what? As hard as I may attempt, I will always fail to capture the essence of these mystical words and translate them to English.

Joli
In French there are many ways to say “pretty” you can either say “joli” or “beau” when we were kids at first we learn “joli” and then as we grow we start using “beau” instead. “beau” is just more mature and more sophisticated. While “joli” would be more childish (obviously) the use of “joli” gives a sense of pureness, of innocence, in contrast to the “beau” which might invoke a more sinister meaning, indicating the sexuality of the prostitute’s body. Instead the word “joli” shows a more innocent beauty almost as if Brel disregards the traditional picture painted about prostitutes. Almost as if he sees the inner beauty, almost as if her beauty is “clean”.

Vertu
It is easily perceivable that this word is close to the English word: “virtue”. And maybe it’d fit very well the translation, but then goodness is better because in this context “vertu” invokes the traditional concept of “feminine virtue” going from virginity and to loyalty to one’s husband.

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It seems almost as if Brel saw the prostitute as a piece of art that the drunken sailor doesn’t appreciate. For me this holds so much sadness. In my society women are whores as soon as they are not virgins, or at the best of cases as soon as they sleep with a guy that they won’t marry. It’s enough to be liberal to be a whore. While half a century ago a Dutchman with a catholic background sees the prostitute as a misspelled individual, as someone who preserves her pure beauty despite the ugly nature of her work. Fascinating!!! I just love that guy. Yes I realise that this perspective is shared by many men, even in the heart of Lebanon I see men admitting to women that there part in this life, is more difficult, if not unfair, where a woman suffers her whole life for the fertility that she hardly gets to enjoy. They romantically bow there heads to the female devotion to there family, of how women leave more often there careers to tend for there families. But it’s a sensational sentence, at least for me
Yes I also realise that Brel might have never thought from this perspective but this is how I see it.
And yes I realise I’m a sentimental feminist. Should I apologise for that?


Pazuzu

I'm back

Yeah I know it's a silly question that we ask ourselves when we are 13 then forget about it at 14 y/o. But then I never promised to act smart or to be an adult, if it was up to me I'd still a child.

And most of all... We never find the answer; we are just bound to repeat that question forever. It’s sort like the search for the Holy Grail. We imagine it shiny and incrusted with diamonds, but we all know that Jesus could have never and would have never used such a thing. And most of all we know now for a FACT that we'll never find it and that it most probably never existed.


The Bible, as most religious references never bothered to explain "why" God created us, most myths center around how it happened. The actual purpose is usually left to the work of clerical authorities. In my reserved catholic environment, I was led to believe that God created us to serve him.

But why would God have any need for us?? We are not even good pets; we are ugly, clumsy, week mortal and untamable! We are bad servants, if God created us and created us according to his own picture, then why are we so awful? Either case this is absurd. God is no sadist, if he was then he is not the God that Catholism preaches and there fore. God can’t be the God that I know and want human being to serve him in order to reach heaven, he’s a father! My dad never gave birth to me so that I’d give him stuff?!

Now in the Hindu Ideology, Mankind arouses from the sacrifice of Purusha (the being beyond all others) or according to another version Mankind came from the shell of the egg which gave birth to Brahma. In other terms we are somehow special but still the result of a mistake.

In the Greek Mythology, things get spicier, for Zeus ordered the creation of Man as part of the creation of any other animal, but its creator Prometheus, found out that he has no more talents to give to this fragile creature – aka Man – so he gave him the ability of standing on two feet, like a god, and he gave us fire. History quickly rarely remembers Prometheus, Zeus’ cooler while in fact, Prometheus loved man kind for some reason (probably cause Zeus exiled Prometheus’ family to the Tartar) whatever it was Prometheus’ love for mankind got him eternal suffering, yeah that’s right Prometheus’ the got that is tied to a rock for ever watching a crow eating his liver helplessly, and hopelessly.

In different Mythology Mankind is one way or the other bound to be sad, to suffer, and most of all, never to find the answer to the famous question: “Just why are we here”. Existence is as meaningless as emptiness.

Yes I realize that these are just myths. They reflect nothing of reality, but two reasonable human beings wouldn’t disagree to the fact that the mythological answers to existential questions are merely the echoes of ancient answers to those questions, it is also the mean by which society (via religious authority) preserves its and our well being (ok at least it’s stagnancy and its existence).

In many religions mankind is simply unwanted. In many religions we ought to overcome our human nature to reach our purpose. It’s so sad how, in the mind of most of us, being human is being archaic, wrong, painful… Why is human nature so badly perceived? Why can’t we be great by just being human? Oddly enough the zealots that preaches the: “Be better then what your human body dictates philosophy” are the same ones who fight homosexuality because it’s “against nature’s course”.

Oh and let’s not forget all the people that believe that our presence on this earth is a transition. This is such a romantic idea you know, because as we grow up and older we can’t stop the idea from our head, we keep saying to ourselves: “This can’t be IT, there must be more to life than all this emptiness!”

Maybe none of us reached the real answer to the question of the day: “WHY?!” Maybe that is why we all weave this mystical world where everything will make sense, where pain will cease, where joy is for ever and where pleasure is pure. We call it so many names; we propose so many ways to reach it, rules, lifestyles, gods everything… Everything!!

Yes I know that if people would read this many would disagree. Many would say that God does exist and he is the purpose of humanity. Others might say that the look in a happy child’s face is enough to make everything right. To others yet, the key is in those words whispered in the silence of the night. And in fact that’s the beauty of existential questions… There is no Right answers there fore there are no Wrong ones either! Cool isn’t it? For each his/her path, answer, lifestyle…

Shitty Subject to mark my come back to this weblog that I happen to like a lot, but all it’s not my fault lol, it’s this time of the year that does all this to me. Last week was the start of the fast season, so many memories related to that fact. Sweet memories that will never come back.



Pazuzu