Abd El-Rahman

“To one's enemies: "I hate myself more than you ever could.”
― Alain de Botton

“Art hurts. Art urges voyages - and it is easier to stay at home.”
― Gwendolyn Brooks

“Emotions are the lowest form of consciousness. Emotional actions are the most contracted, narrowing, dangerous form of behavior.

The romantic poetry and fiction of the last 200 years has quite blinded us to the fact that emotions are an active and harmful form of stupor.

Any peasant can tell you that. Beware of emotions. Any child can tell you that. Watch out for the emotional person. He is a lurching lunatic.

Emotions are caused by biochemical secretions in the body to serve during the state of acute emergency. An emotional person is a blind, crazed maniac. Emotions are addictive and narcotic and stupefacient.

Do not trust anyone who comes on emotional.

What are the emotions? In a book entitled Interpersonal Diagnosis of Personality, written when I was a psychologist, I presented classifications of emotions and detailed descriptions of their moderate and extreme manifestations. Emotions are all based on fear. [...]

The emotional person cannot think; he cannot perform any effective game action (except in acts of physical aggression and strength). The emotional person is turned off sensually. His body is a churning robot. [...]

The only state in which we can learn, harmonize, grow, merge, join, understand is the absence of emotion. This is called bliss or ecstasy, attained through centering the emotions. [...]

Conscious love is not an emotion; it is serene merging with yourself, with other people, with other forms of energy. Love cannot exist in an emotional state. [...]

The great kick of the mystic experience, the exultant, ecstatic hit, is the sudden relief from emotional pressure.

Did you imagine that there could be emotions in heaven? Emotions are closely tied to ego games. Check your emotions at the door to paradise.”
― Timothy Leary, The Politics of Ecstasy

“الحريَّة... الحريَّة... الحريَّة
هي ما أطلب
أن أضمَّ المرأة
و أسحب القمر من أنفه إلى غرفتي
أن أرقص و أرقص و أرقص
حتَّى تتعب الموسيقى
أن أحملك أيُّها العالم
أهدهدك كطفل
و أزعل منك إذا أخطأت في الحساب”
― رياض الصالح الحسين, بسيط كالماء واضح كطلقة مسدس