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"اگر یک انقلاب، یک حکومت نظاممند را نابود کند اما الگوهای نظاممند اندیشۀ مولد آن حکومت دستنخورد باقی بمانند، آنگاه آن الگوها خود را در حکومت آینده تکرار میکنند. بحثهای بسیار زیادی درباره سیستم مطرح شده است و شناخت اندکی از آن وجود دارد." — Jul 14, 2026 10:48AM
"اگر یک انقلاب، یک حکومت نظاممند را نابود کند اما الگوهای نظاممند اندیشۀ مولد آن حکومت دستنخورد باقی بمانند، آنگاه آن الگوها خود را در حکومت آینده تکرار میکنند. بحثهای بسیار زیادی درباره سیستم مطرح شده است و شناخت اندکی از آن وجود دارد." — Jul 14, 2026 10:48AM
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"گدازان شد تنم از بیم و امید
چو برف کوهسار از تاب خورشید
دلم افتاد در مهرت به ناکام
شتابان همچو گوری مانده در دام
خرد آواره گشته هوش رفته
دل اندر تن نه بیدار و نه خفته
نه زاسایش خبر دارم نه از رنج
نه از رامش به دل شادم نه از گنج" — May 20, 2026 12:32PM
"گدازان شد تنم از بیم و امید
چو برف کوهسار از تاب خورشید
دلم افتاد در مهرت به ناکام
شتابان همچو گوری مانده در دام
خرد آواره گشته هوش رفته
دل اندر تن نه بیدار و نه خفته
نه زاسایش خبر دارم نه از رنج
نه از رامش به دل شادم نه از گنج" — May 20, 2026 12:32PM
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"Perhaps some of the gynecological diseases that plague modern westernized women have something to do with this activation of a major piece of physiological machinery hundreds of times when it may have evolved to be used only twenty times; an example of this is probably endometriosis , which is more common among women with fewer pregnancies and who start at a later age." — Sep 08, 2025 06:02AM
"Perhaps some of the gynecological diseases that plague modern westernized women have something to do with this activation of a major piece of physiological machinery hundreds of times when it may have evolved to be used only twenty times; an example of this is probably endometriosis , which is more common among women with fewer pregnancies and who start at a later age." — Sep 08, 2025 06:02AM
“I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
―
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”
―
“Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask? Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked? Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight to avoid this?”
― Either/Or, Part I
― Either/Or, Part I
“There's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do you?”
―
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do you?”
―
“ارغوان
شاخه هم خون جدا مانده من
آسمان تو چه رنگ است امروز
آفتابیست هوا یا گرفته است هنوز
من در این گوشه که از دنیا بیرونست
و آسمانی به سرم نیست
از بهاران خبرم نیست
آنچه می بینم دیوارست
آه این سقف سیاه
آنچنان نزدیکست
که چو بر می کشم از سینه نفس
نفسم را بر می گرداند
ره چنان بسته که پرواز نگه
در همین یک قدمی می ماند
کور سویی ز چراغی رنجور
قصه پرداز شب ظلمانیست
نفسم می گیرد
که هوا هم این جا زندانیست
هر چه با من این جاست رنگ رخ باخته است
آفتابی هرگز گوشه چشمی هم بر خاموشی این دخمه نیانداخته است
هم در این گوشه خاموش فراموش شده
که از دم سردش هر شمعی خاموش شده
یاد رنگینی در خاطرم گریه می انگیزد”
―
شاخه هم خون جدا مانده من
آسمان تو چه رنگ است امروز
آفتابیست هوا یا گرفته است هنوز
من در این گوشه که از دنیا بیرونست
و آسمانی به سرم نیست
از بهاران خبرم نیست
آنچه می بینم دیوارست
آه این سقف سیاه
آنچنان نزدیکست
که چو بر می کشم از سینه نفس
نفسم را بر می گرداند
ره چنان بسته که پرواز نگه
در همین یک قدمی می ماند
کور سویی ز چراغی رنجور
قصه پرداز شب ظلمانیست
نفسم می گیرد
که هوا هم این جا زندانیست
هر چه با من این جاست رنگ رخ باخته است
آفتابی هرگز گوشه چشمی هم بر خاموشی این دخمه نیانداخته است
هم در این گوشه خاموش فراموش شده
که از دم سردش هر شمعی خاموش شده
یاد رنگینی در خاطرم گریه می انگیزد”
―
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