To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles…
And indeed, that IS the question: whether to float with the tide, or to swim for a goal. It is a choice we must all make consciously or unconsciously at one time in our lives. So few people understand this! Think of any decision you’ve ever made which had a bearing on your future: I may be wrong, but I don’t see how it could have been anything but a choice however indirect — between the two things I’ve mentioned: the floating or the swimming.
Every man is the sum total of his reactions to experience. As your experiences differ and multiply, you become a different man, and hence your perspective changes. This goes on and on. Every reaction is a learning process; every significant experience alters your perspective.
As I see it then, the formula runs something like this: a man must choose a path which will let his ABILITIES function at maximum efficiency toward the gratification of his DESIRES. In doing this, he is fulfilling a need (giving himself identity by functioning in a set pattern toward a set goal) he avoids frustrating his potential (choosing a path which puts no limit on his self-development), and he avoids the terror of seeing his goal wilt or lose its charm as he draws closer to it (rather than bending himself to meet the demands of that which he seeks, he has bent his goal to conform to his own abilities and desires).
In short, he has not dedicated his life to reaching a pre-defined goal, but he has rather chosen a way of life he KNOWS he will enjoy. The goal is absolutely secondary: it is the functioning toward the goal which is important. And it seems almost ridiculous to say that a man MUST function in a pattern of his own choosing; for to let another man define your own goals is to give up one of the most meaningful aspects of life — the definitive act of will which makes a man an individual.
In an interview with Al Quds about the Katara Prize — widely seen as the Qatari response to the Emirates-based International Prize for Arabic Fiction (IPAF), or “Arabic Booker” — its general supervisor insists that two two prizes are not in competition, nor are they trying to “pull the rug out from under” the IPAF:
Thus far, according to a report yesterday in The Peninsula Qatar, the brand-new Katara literary prize has attracted “about 250 entries,” considerably more than the IPAF, which restricts the number of books a publisher can submit. However, the Katara prize is also split between published and unpublished works, and each of these sections will have a five-book shortlist. The breakdown of which entries had been for published and which for unpublished works was unclear.
The Peninsula also notes that “the number of entries is likely to rise as the deadline to send entries for the prize ends on October 31.”
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lie and die under the naked sun.
Beg and pry for your apathy fun.
Worthless cry pays an aimless run.
Farewell sighs. Farewell’s done.
For those who read this blog on a regular basis it won’t surprise you to learn that I am a huge fan of Post Apocalyptic Novels. I have read literally hundreds of books that can be labeled Post Apocalyptic, or other related subgenres. Years ago I wrote a list of Post Apocalyptic novels I had read, at that time the list was about 150 books long. Sadly, I lost the list when my harddrive crashed and never had the motivation to recompile it from scratch. For a while I wanted to do a Feature Blog post on my favorite Post Apocalyptic novels, but never had. I think the scope was too grand for me. I recently decided instead to do a series of posts about my favorite Post Apocalyptic novels based on the type of Apocalypse. Today I will give you my Top 10 Nuclear Holocaust novels.
As always, my…
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ولكن وحدي، كنت أخف من أن أوجد، كنت أبهت من أن ألُاحَظ.. كنت ضعيف وواهن.. كنت أحمل رائحة الأموات. لكن أليس هذا ما أريد؟
أتعلمي “أنا شمعة تحترق من أجل الآخرين؟”