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There are two kinds of love that we search for throughout our lives: Romantic love, and love from the world - Alain de button

I also owe an intellectual debt to my brother V. S. Ravi, whose vast knowledge of English and Telugu literature (especially Shakespeare and Thyagaraja) is unsurpassed. When I had just entered medical school (premed), he would often read me passages from Shakespeare and Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, which had a deep impact on my mental development.

I found mysteries and possibilities everywhere. When I was eighteen, I read a footnote in some obscure medical tome that when a person with a sarcoma, a malignant cancer that affects soft tissues, develops high fever from an infection, the cancer sometimes goes into complete remission. Cancer shrinking as a result of fever? Why? What could explain it, and might it just possibly lead to a practical cancer therapy? I was enthralled by the possibility of such odd, unexpected connections, and I learned an important lesson: Never take the obvious for granted.

Although my current interest is neurology, my love affair with science dates back to my boyhood in Chennai, India. I was perpetually fascinated by natural phenomena, and my first passion was chemistry. I was enchanted by the idea that the whole universe is based on simple interactions between elements in a finite list. Later I found myself drawn to biology, with all its frustrating yet fascinating complexities. When I was twelve, I remember reading about axolotls, which are basically a species of salamander that has evolved to remain permanently in the aquatic larval stage. They manage to keep their gills (rather than trading them in for lungs, like salamanders or frogs) by shutting down metamorphosis and becoming sexually mature in the water. I was completely flabbergasted when I read that by simply giving these creatures the “metamorphosis hormone” (thyroid extract) you could make the axolotl revert back into the extinct, land-dwelling, gill-less adult ancestor that it had evolved from. You could go back in time, resurrecting a prehistoric animal that no longer exists anywhere on Earth.

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A similar argument has been proposed for the relatively high incidence of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder in humans. The reason these disorders have not been weeded out [by evolution] may be because having some of the genes that lead to the full-blown disorder are advantageous—perhaps boosting creativity, intelligence, or subtle social-emotional faculties. Thus humanity as a whole benefits from keeping these genes in its gene pool, but the unfortunate side effect is a sizable minority who get bad combinations of them. — The Tell-Tale Brain

يبدو كمن يحتَسي في صمتِهِ قلقَهْ هل يشتكي جُرحَهُ أم يشتكي أرقَهْ يبدو سقيمًا ولا يبدو بهِ أثرٌ لسُقمِهِ غير أنَّ الحُبَّ قد سحقَهْ صلبًا كمن ليس يخشَى أيَّ فاجعةٍ كأنَّ كل الذي يخشاهُ قد لحِقَهْ وبائسًا ووحيدًا مثلَ مئذَنَـةٍ في دارِ كُفرٍ، تُثيرُ الحُزنَ والشفقة طافُوا بهِ كُلَّ أبوابِ الكهانةِ ما من كاهنٍ قال كذبًا فيهِ أو صدَقَهْ يُقالُ أن كبيرَ الكُهنِ قالَ لهُ: لا تفتحِ القلبَ لو أنَّ الهوى طرَقَهْ والحُزنُ ليس قميصًا سوف يخلعهُ لكنما هو وحيٌ صامِتٌ نطَقَهْ

The difference between the two pictures is that in ancient mythology we played a pivotal role in the world. We were at the center and God himself was reaching his hand to us; He made the universe for us. He made us in his own image. And you can rant all day about how unscientific & narcissistic this view is, but it gave us a purpose and an active role in the world (which we are now deprived of). Practically, we were the entitled bitch of the universe. But today we feel more lost than ever because in our modern mythology, we don't even have a place for us in the world. We are not the heroes of our myths (we don't even count in the grand cosmic story). We created this beautiful narrative about the universe and the stars... But we have no place in it. That is fucking us, psychologically, culturally, and philosophically.

The difference between the two pictures is that in ancient mythology we played a pivotal role in the world. We were at the center and God himself was reaching his hand to us; He made the universe for us. He made us in his own image. And you can rant all day about how unscientific & narcissistic this view is, but it gave us a purpose and an active role in the world (which we are now deprived of). Practically, we were the entitled bitch of the universe. But today we feel more lost than ever because in our modern mythology, we don't even have a place for us in the world. We are not the heroes of our myths (we don't even count in the grand cosmic story). We created this beautiful narrative about the universe and the stars... But we have no place in it. That is fucking us, psychologically, culturally, and philosophically.

وآخر القول أنْ خرب دين السوشيل ميديا

خل اوضح شغلة، أحقية فلسطين وحق الفلسطينيين بالدفاع عن أنفسهم هاي منتهين منها وماكو أحد يجادل بيها إلا إذا عنده مشكلة جبيرة بحسّه الأخلاقي. بس القناة، مثلما مكتوب بالوصف (a diary of curiosities) انشر بيها الاشياء اللي اشوفها حلوة ومثيرة للاهتمام. مواقفي الأخلاقية ممكن أبيّنها إلك اذا سولفنا بيها، مو أنشرها هنا. المسألة مثل أنْ تستغرب لأن ناشنل جيوغرافك ما بيها نشرة أخبار سياسية.

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