A Tareq

“I do profess to be no less than I seem; to serve him truly that will put me in trust: to love him that is honest; to converse with him that is wise, and says little; to fear judgment; to fight when I cannot choose; and to eat no fish.”
― William Shakespeare, King Lear

“خصوصية المأساة عند جيل خاض تجربة التمرد ، هى أنه مهما كان مصير كل واحد من أبنائه ، سواء سار فى سكة السلامة ، طريق التوبة و الإذعان لقوة الأمر الواقع ، و حتى إعلان الكفر بكل قيم التمرد القديم ، أو سار فى طريق الندامة ، الإنهيار ، إعتزال الحياة ، المرض النفسى ، فإنه شاء أم أبى لا يعود أبداً نفس الشخص الذى قبل أن تبتليه غواية التمرد ، لقد مسه الحلم مرة ، و ستبقى تلاحقه دوماً ذكرى الخطيئة الجميلة ، لحظة حرية ، خفة ، لا تكاد تحتمل لفرط جمالها ، تبقى مؤرقة كالضمير ، و ملهمة ككل لحظة مفعمة بالحياة ،و الفاعلية مؤلمة”
― أروى صالح

“Anything might have been anything else and had as much meaning to it.”
― Tennessee Williams, Collected Stories

“The contemporary proliferation of bullshit also has deeper sources, in various forms of skepticism which deny that we can have any reliable access to an objective reality and which therefore reject the possibility of knowing how things truly are. These "anti-realist" doctrines undermine confidence in the value of disinterested efforts to determine what is true and what is false, and even in the intelligibility of the notion of objective inquiry. One response to this loss of confidence has been a retreat from the discipline required by dedication to the ideal of correctness to a quite different sort of discipline, which is imposed by pursuit of an alternative ideal of sincerity. Rather than seeking primarily to arrive at accurate representations of a common world, the individual turns toward trying to provide honest representations of himself. Convinced that reality has no inherent nature, which he might hope to identify as the truth about things, he devotes himself to being true to his own nature. It is as though he decides that since it makes no sense to try to be true to the facts, he must therefore try instead to be true to himself.

But it is preposterous to imagine that we ourselves are determinate, and hence susceptible both to correct and to incorrect descriptions, while supposing that the ascription of determinacy to anything else has been exposed as a mistake. As conscious beings, we exist only in response to other things, and we cannot know ourselves at all without knowing them. Moreover, there is nothing in theory, and certainly nothing in experience, to support the extraordinary judgment that it is the truth about himself that is the easiest for a person to know. Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial -- notoriously less stable and less inherent than the natures of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.”
― Harry G. Frankfurt, On Bullshit