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"I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over "nothing". And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail.

And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?"

Write It Down

Life is very long. T. S. Elliot. Not the first person to say it, certainly not the first person to think it, but he's given credit for it because he bothered to write it down.

Now if you say it, you have to say his name after it. "Life is very long." T. S. Elliot. Absolutely goddamn right.

اثر پروانه ای

"It has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world." - Chaos Theory

پ.ن1: تقوا، شاید، یعنی حواست به اثر پروانه ای کارهایت باشد.

پ.ن2: حالم از کوتاهی هایمان بد است!

Twelve Angry Men

If there is a reasonable doubt in your minds as to the guilt of the accused, a reasonable doubt, then you must bring me a verdict of not guilty. If however there is no reasonable doubt, then you must be in good conscience find the accused guilty.

Making Reality

John Brennan: So, the life in times of Don Quixote, what is it about?

College Student: That someone's belief in virtue is more important than virtue itself?

John Brennan: Yes... that's in there. But what is it about? Could it be how rational thought destroys your soul? Could it be about the triumph of irrationality and the power that is in that? You know, we spend a lot of time trying to organize the world. We build clocks and calendars and we try to predict the weather. But what part of our life is truly under our control? What if we choose to exist purely in a reality of our own making? Does that render us insane? And if it does, isn't that better than a life of despair?

-The Next Three Days