Occasional, Textuo-Visual Snapshots of Some Adventures.
Mohammed Abouelleil Rashed.
If a revolution destroys a systematic government, but the systematic patterns of thought that produced that government are left intact, then those patterns will repeat themselves in the succeeding government.
The early dawn precedes an indecisive day. Reassuringly grey yet teasingly promising. In what way? Maybe it's the promise of another day being alive. Just that: Alive. Myself or the day? Does it matter? You are alive as much as the day is alive. And the day is alive as much as you are alive. From the moment you wake up until the second you place your tired mind on the pillow, this is what you will hear:
We are lost but we need to have some ground. We will stick to ours, we know it, we’ve traveled it, we’ve established all the allowable connections, uncovered all the secret inferences. We… do not want to change it. Why should we? Give us a reason, a motive to change.
Motive? Reason? What other motive or reason could any human being have but change itself? The desire to change is ingrained in us. It's our natural state, our inevitable conclusion. Resisting change means you will not experience all you can experience, and why in the world would you want that?
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