Mad Kaitos

“That room - once you enter it, you never really leave. You can forget you're there, you can go on as if you hold the reins, that the course of your life, yeah even its length, will reflect the force of your character and the wisdom of your judgments. And then you hit an icy path on a turn one sunny March day and the wheel in your hands becomes a joke and you no more than a spectator to your own dreamy slide toward the verge, and then you remember where you are.”
― Tobias Wolff, Our Story Begins: New and Selected Stories

“... so this is for us.
This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love
and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know
because the beauty is in the act of doing it.
Not what it can lead to.
This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing
and no one is around and they will never know
but I will forever remember
and that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have,
and this is for you who write or play or read or sing
by yourself with the light off and door closed
when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned
and maybe no one will ever hear it
or read your words
or know your thoughts
but it doesn’t make it less glorious.
It makes it ethereal. Mysterious.
Infinite.
For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe in
and only you can decide how much it meant
and means
and will forever mean
and other people will experience it too
through you.
Through your spirit. Through the way you talk.
Through the way you walk and love and laugh and care
and I never meant to write this long
but what I want to say is:
Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourself
and let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.
Let your very identity be your book.
Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain
where no one will ever hear
and your very existence will be the most hypnotising scar.
Make your life be your art
and you will never be forgotten.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

“يروي ابن خلدون قصة طريفة أن وزيراً اعتقله سلطانه هو وابنه الصغير ومكث في السجن سنين نشأ فيها الولد وكبر؛ فكلما نضج عقل الولد أخذ يسأل أباه عن لحم الغنم الذي يؤتى به إلى السجن لطعامهما: من أي الحيوانات هو؟ إنّ الولد لم ير الغنم في حياته، وكل ما رأى من الحيوانات في سجنه هو الفأر وحده.. فتصور أن الغنم مثل الفأر وأبوه ينكر عليه ذلك ولكن ظل الولد على رؤيته حتى خرج وشاهد الغنم!
روى ابن خلدون هذه القصة ليبين بها كيف أن تصورات الإنسان لا تخرج عن نطاق ما يألفه ويعتاد عليه في بيئته المحدودة”
― علي الوردي, منطق ابن خلدون

“فاني اكره الانتقاد ... لاننا كثيرا ما ننتقد الناس مر الانتقاد فلا تكاد الظروف تضعنا في مواضعهم حتي نصبح شرا منهم ونفعل شرا مما فعلوا
وقد علمتني الظروف الا انتقد امرا لاني لو استطعت ان اري بعينيه وافكر بعقله لما فعلت الا كما فعل”
― يوسف السباعي, نائب عزرائيل - البحث عن جسد