About Something...

Today's post is only a direct and spontaneous manifestation.

There are many things hurdling down my self. IDEAS of love and hatred, loyalty and betrayl, honesty and conceit,... Such feelings weaken the personality and shake it upside down. We ought to show confidence and strength in order to survive this moving life.

It is all about power.
Nothing in this world exists without power.
Nothing remains if we didn't explicitly show a trace of power.
Our survival is doomed to this concept, and we are doomed to follow it.

Warning!

Something is about to explode..........

Expect a hail!

Coffee Shops

It has to be said that the increase of the coffee shops in Lebanon is quiet trespassing the limits of normality. This noticeable issue has far more fathoms than it really shows. Such a boost in both the number of the coffee shops and the rate of the attendants raises the odds of being on the first step of Sloth’s Ladder. We cannot claim our ignorance of this infectious topic. We aren’t blind, nor deaf, and surely nor mute.
Our tendency to cope with the current circumstances lacks vital contribution and, of course, is short of eagerness. The ‘citizen’ has adopted the notions that he is an incapable creature, life is not offering positive chances, jobs are vacant but opportunities of getting any is nearly impossible, moving to advancement needs moving your body that needs effort that needs exertion and there is nothing worth all that toil as the results as previously labeled as fruitless, and we ought not to forget the last notion of finance: a penny kept saves your penny-less days.
Yet, and regardless to this ideology, one aims not to endeavor any process for changing his fact. Unfortunately, instead of getting adapted to it, one tends to accept it as it is, and lives with it. The consequences are then pretty known: longer sleeping-hours, longer wasted-time, and longer-depressive cases! And in the midst of such a melancholic state, the pragmatic solution emerges out of a sudden: Go out, embrace life, meet people, and Mingle! Of course, which place to ‘get acquainted and connected to all of that’ is better than Coffee Shops?! There isn’t. So, people would go their, thinking they are doing something important, that they are contributing to the World’s Improvement and Progress, that with their outgoing-act, the World would be a better place.
Psychologically speaking, the attendance of the unemployed and the youngsters in the Coffee Shops signifies a quantum shift in their focus from the Potential World to the Idle World. Time has stopped in their watches and clocks. Future ceased to exist. And living is only another form of not dying!!

~ An Inevitable Speech ~

[An excerpt from the script of the film: V for Vendetta]

Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday. I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, think, and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillence coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well, certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now High Chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence .Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

V for Vendetta

[An excerpt from the script of the film V for Vendetta]

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox popoli, now vacant and vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
– V's introduction to Evey

Think!

The post today is merely a question that crossed my mind:
How many traces of evidence do you leave behind?

Cry Me a River

It's not something easy to see a man crying. The whole Masculine Figure would alter in front of the viewer's eyes. The concept of Man would shift into a different realm, which consists of purity, transparency, and authenticity!