ـ "... إن فى الإنسان منطقة عجيبة سحيقة لا تصل إليها الفضيلة ولا الرذيلة ، ولا تشع فيها شمس العقل والإرادة ، ولا ينطق لسان المنطق ، ولا تطاع القوانين والأوضاع ، ولا تتداول فيها لغة أو تستخدم كلمة ... إنما هى مملكة نائية عن عالم الألفاظ والمعاني ... كل مافيها شفاف هفاف يأتي بالأعاجيب فى طرفة عين ... يكفي أن ترن فى أرجائها نبرة ، أو تبرق لمحة ، أو ينشر شذا عطر ، حتى يتصاعد من أعماقها فى لحظة من الإحساسات والصور والذكريات ، ما يهز كياننا ويفتح نفوسنا على أشياء لا قبل لنا بوصفها ، ولا بتجسيدها ، ولو لجأ إلى أدق العبارات و أبرع اللغات ... " ـ

توفيق الحكيم

Within man lies a deep wondrous spot, to which neither virtue nor vice can reach. Upon which the sun of reason and will never rise. In which the mouth of logic never speaks, the laws and rules are never obeyed, and not a language is used nor a word is ever spoken.
It is a distant Kingdom, beyond words and meanings. With everything is a sheer murmur offering wonders in a blink. From the depths of which, suffice a single tone or a flash of mind or a scent of a perfum, to allow rise of emotions, pictures and memories, a rising that will shake our being and open ourselves to things we can neither describe nor materialize even if we used the most refined of phrases or the most skillful of languages.

Tawfiq Al-Hakim.
(My humble transalation of the arabic text)

Friday, February 02, 2007

Into the fire

Life - thin as a thread
Sometimes you're lucky
Sometimes you're better off dead
Your first breath is taken, and in to the world you are cast
You long for tomorrow, while living each day as your last
Well I know what your heart desires
But you can't take it with you
Into the fire
Now you've done all you can
Your life's at the crossroads
You watch as it slips through your hands
So stand on the mountain and shout in vain at the sky
But nobody hears you - the words only echo inside
Oh shelter the flame - it may expire
Risin' up from the ashes
Into the fire
Just hold on to your life down to the wire
Oh out from the dragon's jaws
Into the fire
There's a moment in every man's life
When he must decide what is wrong and what's right
You could wait for your dreams to come true
But time has no mercy
Time won't stand still for you
Well I know what your heart desires
Crawlin' out from the wreckage
Into the fire

Bryan Adams
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