And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust

at least THIS reminds me to blog. The terrorist Imad Mughniyeh is being mourned, he achieved the rank of martyr, but will be respawning no more. He is survived by the silver-tongued devil with a lisp, a few displaced hizbullah members who miss Iran and don’t understand their new surroundings, and the free patriotic party (follow the megalomaniac), who find themselves in strange territory with no idea how they got there, with strange friends one wouldn’t wish on his enemies, and a stick so far up their asses it bleeding propaganda from their mouths.
Tally of the day: Civilization+1, Terrorists -1 * (oops, Terrorists +4. +9. +20. +50. +49. +47. +70….)

ah well, boohoo.

so why not immortality? Why not death being the exception? Genetics, medicine, diet, lifestyle…

would make for a pretty neat answer… bye bye god and such…

Melancholy is sometimes overwhelming. Sometimes, you notice beauty only when you’re melancholic, and it puts everything in perspective.

Sometimes words ring hollow. A letter says more than a book. Sometimes your eyes see color, and things become clear. Words fail, but a simple photo says it all; Love, comfort, warmth, fascination, worry and fear.

Sometimes you stand on the muddy banks and look into the crystal lake rippling from the aftermath of a tiny pebble. You look into that bottomless beauty and you find god. You pray. You hope to drown in it, you realize you’ve already drowned, you wonder how it could be possible to drown twice. You are afraid of that gulp of water that might be fatal, and that might be bliss. Sometimes blissfully fatal.

Sometimes, at that moment, all the pieces fall into place.

Lord Byron said: “I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.”

He was wrong. Perfection is a Utopian dream. Reality ebbs and flows. You could play the game and roll with it. You could take the game in your own hands. You could fight, and possibly lose, or you could give up, and relish the magical mutual moments. You could die and live. You could live and die. You could be satisfied. You could be you.

Two interesting quotes from Christopher Hitchens’ “God is not Great”:

- In response to Napoleon asking of the absence of God in his orrery (a working model of the solar system as seen from the outside), Laplace replies:

“Je n’ai pas besoin de cette hypothèse” (I do not need that hypothesis)

- Francisco Goya:
“El seuño de la razón produce monstruos” (The sleep of reason brings forth monsters)

Buddhist to hot-dog vendor: “Make me one with everything”.

The Buddhist gets his hot dog and pays with a 20 dollar bill. He waits a few minutes, and then asks for his change.

Vendor: “Change only comes from within”