Intellectual Expression
"But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself an exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church."
Sayfa 7 - MK Publications
As an apatheist, I was impressedAlıntı
my god
is not waiting inside a church or sitting above the temple's steps my god
is the refugee's breath as she's running is living in the starving child's belly is the heartbeat of the protest my god
does nót rest between pages written by holy men my god
lives between the sweaty thighs of women's bodies sold for money
was last seen washing the homeless man's feet my god
is not as unreachable as they'd like you to think
my god is beating inside us infinitely
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This sudden access to the mysteries of the universe seemed to magnify the role of human reason. If the universe is a smooth-running machine with all its parts coordinated by one grand design, then we only have to think clearly to find life’s meaning and true happiness. This fundamental idea, that we have the ability to find the truth by the use of our senses and reason, gave rise to the label Age of Reason.
I feel the empty seat beside me and once again I think of you, Dick…
Dear NASAAlıntı
How are you? We OK! But we have a problem. We have a big problem. We have a very very big problem. Me and Leyla (she is a my -girl- love) we can not come together. No together. So, impossible love. Love story. Giant's love. Like Shrek. Do you know Shrek? Anyway, if Leyla and I can together, it will be the end of World. I can hear that you say "oh my god!" We are the main causes of naturel disasters. Ups! Sorry :( But mukadderat (I can not translate it) I think that you have to help us. And if you save us, you save the World. Yes, it's weird. We want to buy spaceship from you. Leyla and I go to another planet by this spaceship. We will be happy there. If we have a child we will give your name to him or her: NASA! You happy? This spaceship is our bride car. I look forward to hearing from you soon. And İsmail Abi says that you don't work hard. Because sıyırırsın.
Best regards
Mecnun Ç. and İsmail A.
"l was a good boy because I was controlled by my mum, dad and older siblings. I think I was very hard-working, well, I think so anyway... [laughter]."
Sayfa 36 - "Annem, babam ve büyük kardeşlerim tarafından kontrol edildiğim için iyi bir çocuktum. Sanırım çok çalışkandım, en azından ben öyle düşünüyorum... [Gülüyor]."·Kitabı okuyor
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