Bashayer Noury (Bash)

“And he began: “What destiny or chance brings you down here before your dying day, and who points out the road by which you advance?”

I said: “In the pleasant life I lost my way before the fullness of my age had come. It was in a valley that I went astray.

Yesterday morning I was fleeing from that place when I turned back, and he came to me. And now along this path he leads me home.”

“Follow your star and you will certainly come to a glorious harbor, if it is true that in the sweet life I had power to see,”

— from Canto XV”
― Dante Alighieri

“The intensity of my sensations has always been less than the intensity of my awareness of them. I've always suffered more from my consciousness that I was suffering than from the suffering of which I was conscious.
The life of my emotions moved early on to the chambers of thought, and that's where I've most fully lived my emotional experience of life.
And since thought, when it shelters emotion, is more demanding than emotion by itself, the regime of consciousness in which I began to live what I felt made how I felt more down-to earth, more physical, more titillating.

By thinking so much, I became echo and abyss. By delving within, I made myself into many. The slightest incident — a change in the light, the tumbling of a dry leaf, the faded petal that falls from a flower, the voice speaking on the other side of the stone wall, the steps of the speaker next to those of the listener, the half-open gate of the old country estate, the courtyard with an arch and houses clustered around it in the moonlight — all these things, although not mine, grab hold of my sensory attention with the chains of longing and emotional resonance. In each of these sensations I am someone else, painfully renewed in each indefinite impression.
I live off impressions that aren't mine. I'm a squanderer of renunciations, someone else in the way I'm I.”
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“The Truth has shared so much of Itself
With me
That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, and angel
Or even pure
Soul.

Love has
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
And freed
Me

Of every concept and image
My mind has ever known.”
― Hafez

“My point is that a physician who has never done any harm, or at least confronted the risk of harm, has probably never done much of anything to help a patient either. And as in the case of my teenage stabbing victim, sometimes doing nothing is the riskiest choice of all.”
― Peter Attia, Outlive: The Science and Art of Longevity