<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831</id><updated>2024-12-18T19:32:59.558-08:00</updated><category term="Sukiyaki"/><category term="elief"/><title type='text'>Abyss of human mind : Qasim Aziz&#39;s Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>&#39;Har muqam say agay muqam hai tera&#xa;,Hayat zauq e safar kay siwa kuch bhi nahin - Iqbal&#39;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>412</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-3109779392263639001</id><published>2018-10-13T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-13T23:11:51.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue on Cruelty and Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A: They say, Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see. While Kindness maybe motivated by hopes of reciprocity later and cruelty maybe spurred by revenge/ sense of being wronged &amp;nbsp;(in which case it’s not cruelty?) but at the end of the day what makes some people kind and others cruel?&lt;br /&gt;
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B:&amp;nbsp;Empathy.&lt;br /&gt;
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A: Empathy implies hope of reciprocity - what else? Also, what logic for cruelty - that’s the queetion.&lt;br /&gt;
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B: In my opinion, empathy does not “necessarily ” imply reciprocity. Kind parents can still feel empathy towards their “cruel” children. Cruelty, on the contrary, &amp;nbsp;is absence of empathy. The inability to feel how others feel or might feel. &amp;nbsp;That makes “indifference” the worst form of cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;
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A: May be, &amp;nbsp;but we empathise because we have suffered ourselves and we know how it feels - I think there’s always a subconscious hope/desire that if I help Sb tomorrow will help me - humans wish to be rewarded. Cruelty maybe absence of empathy but the question then is why do some empathise (if that’s the determinant) &amp;amp; others don’t ?&lt;br /&gt;
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B: what you are referring to is often termed as “psychological egoism” in philosophy. Meaning humans are always motivated by self interest. By this logic, even the most altruistic of acts (sacrificing one’s life) can be explained by some subconscious motivation rooted in self interest (e.g desire to leave a legacy, praise by others, desire to be loved in return etc) Therefore, its impossible to challenge such a line of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Regarding your second question that why some people empathise and others don’t. My perspective is that kind people have a much deeper and strong understanding of their own emotions. Therefore, helping them to feel what others might feel. On the contrary, cruel people are generally not truly in touch with their own emotions..therefore, resulting in disregard of other people’s emotions. Quite often we come across cruel people who are capricious, impulsive, extremely hard to predict. This is so because they don’t seem to understand what “exactly” do they want. To sum up, the question is not a matter of choice but a matter of understanding (and lack of it).&lt;br /&gt;
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A:&amp;nbsp;That’s an interesting perspective except it absolves &amp;amp; exonerates the cruel actor for responsibility for his actions - doesn’t make a lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;
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B: Yes. It won’t make sense if one looks at it from the perspective of “justice”. The question was about the difference between &amp;nbsp;cruelty and kindness. And ironically kindness or a “kind” interpretation of other people’s actions may not always be the most just. Similarly, a very “just” interpretation of “cruelty”, may not always be very kind.&lt;br /&gt;
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My life is a story, &quot;struggling&quot; to write itself.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sanity is a responsibility otherwise many people would have lost it easily.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&#39;After
 another moment&#39;s silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that 
was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for 
the very same reason.&#39; #Albert Camus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am a modern man. I have lost my soul to history. Some say I have deserted my Gods while others believe that they have deserted me. I look up to skies but seek no one there. No angels are there to guide me. No Lucifer there to ever tempt me. Stumbling at every step in the dark, I refuse to seek help with directions. Alas! I am a modern man.&amp;nbsp; This is my fate. &lt;i&gt;I worship no one but the fallen Idol that I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;“Day after day, day after day,&lt;br /&gt; We stuck, nor breath nor motion;&lt;br /&gt; As idle as a painted ship&lt;br /&gt; Upon a painted ocean.” #Coleridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You ask “What is life?” That is the same as asking “What is a carrot?” A carrot is a carrot and we know nothing more.
Letter to his wife, Olga Knipper Chekhov &lt;/div&gt;
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&#39;&#39;How little moral would the world look without this forgetfulness!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A 
poet might say that God had placed forgetfulness as door keeper in the 
temple of human dignity. &#39;&#39; - From aphorism &#39;Origin of Justice&#39; by Nietzsche&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We lost ourselves in love.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then lost love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
  We searched for it thro both our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In vain.&lt;br /&gt;
  We found only our graves.&lt;br /&gt;We looked above,&lt;br /&gt;
  Below, about:&lt;br /&gt;But always the same pain.&lt;/div&gt;
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The pain has gone. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We sit and watch TV&lt;br /&gt;
  We seldom yawn. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;She makes me cups of tea&lt;br /&gt;
  We tell no tales. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There’s no more need for guile&lt;br /&gt;
  We do not pick our nails. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;We sometimes smile&lt;/div&gt;
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We’re grateful to the powers that be&lt;br /&gt;
  For lifeless, loveless, hateless, apathy&lt;/div&gt;
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I can’t remember when I last felt glad&lt;br /&gt;
  I can’t remember when I last felt sad&lt;br /&gt;
  I can’t remember when I last got pissed&lt;br /&gt;
  I can’t remember when I last was kissed.&lt;/div&gt;
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He didn’t particularly like her&lt;br /&gt;
  But she was having his child&lt;br /&gt;
  She didn’t especially fancy him&lt;br /&gt;
  But her parents were going wild&lt;/div&gt;
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He was too selfish and guilty&lt;br /&gt;
  To walk away scot free&lt;br /&gt;
  She felt like a caged canary&lt;br /&gt;
  When he said “Marry me”&lt;/div&gt;
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They had a beautiful baby&lt;br /&gt;
  Then another two or three&lt;br /&gt;
  She prayed to the Virgin Mary&lt;br /&gt;
  To return her virginity&lt;/div&gt;
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He contemplated murder&lt;br /&gt;
  He tried a mistress or two&lt;br /&gt;
  She would often shudder&lt;br /&gt;
  When she thought of what life can do&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;They grew old together&lt;br /&gt;
  Each completely alone&lt;br /&gt;
  Neither could help each other&lt;br /&gt;
  Their hearts had turned to stone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The only thing that needs to be changed about the world is that a lot of
 people want to change it; that too in opposing directions. Therefore, the Marx&#39;s famous proclamation that &#39;Philosopher&#39;s have hitherto only interpreted the world, the time is to change it&#39;, should be revisited too. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;People have hitherto only tried to change the world, the time is to &#39;leave it as it is&#39;.#Paradox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; Life is a mystery. It is a question that begs an answer. God must be the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Scientist:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a question that begs an answer, but the answer lies in simple natural explanation. We have no need of a supernatural hypothesis. Nature is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nietzsche:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! both the morons above&amp;nbsp; got it wrong. &lt;i&gt;In life there are no answers (facts) only questions (interpretations).&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivbn2h3930AshvPdu367IYsc_wv_x2c3kZMDsdZchlKKI02pehRRrMtr9gyqS6okTKlMT1fCCkGKilE5-V-9FdlTjZ9yoo5LLlY3igZvB6-im4MQ0dV_WKMiYGMfcb9_0LeelXiwcvChw1/s1600/tumblr_llwee7eB3t1qgd5yy.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;&#39;For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the 
wars  enjoyed the honor of a triumph - a tumultuous parade. In the 
procession  came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the 
conquered  territories, together with carts laden with treasure and 
captured  armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the 
dazed  prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, 
robed in  white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace 
horses. A slave  stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and
 whispering in  his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting..&quot;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;General George S. Patton from the movie &#39;Patton&#39;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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  I need infinite variety of experiences in my life to be free, for what else is stagnation but enslavement?
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I could see it quite vividly. He was standing there in the distance, standing tall. With a sword in his hand, he smiled at me. That was my future getting ready to wage a war against my decadent past.&lt;/div&gt;
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Philosophy taught me that if you never want to commit mistakes then remain silent. Life taught me that it was my gravest mistake.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/8402986925695873253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/8402986925695873253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/8402986925695873253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/8402986925695873253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/08/philosophy-and-life.html' title='Philosophy and Life!'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-7284368623444002234</id><published>2012-07-28T17:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-28T17:16:50.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;“The &lt;em&gt;soul is healed&lt;/em&gt; by being with &lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;” · Fyodor &lt;em&gt;Dostoyevsky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/7284368623444002234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/7284368623444002234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/7284368623444002234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/7284368623444002234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-child.html' title='A Child!'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzZLA-nK_QFQUsaRJazW3OT9QaUA52re6tjHUp8VIRnj8H1Vt_d2c_G1DwJz3A5uKpUTz5SRi4PnVpdk8SfVti2u5xPvecVNSJ-jzdoH0RJwbFsa6_TmThvHqv9sh3x8XF9Bg28gLUtpZ/s72-c/428656_10150605210581249_1757510986_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-5950185301398858913</id><published>2012-07-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-26T09:07:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;“You can hold yourself back from the 
sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it 
accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one 
suffering you could avoid.” - Kafka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His life was completely sucked up by two concerns lately. An unresolved grief from the past and a fear of complete uncertainty of the future. The present no more existed for him, it was just a void in which nothing meaningful ever happened. It felt as if life was trying to make a terrible example of him. He could not for the love of God understand what was going around. No longer he saw himself as an autonomous individual. His Self seemed to have evaporated gradually. Biologically, he was alive none the less. Not as a living Self in control of the affairs of his own life but rather as a mere spectator of his own Self. Somehow living outside his embodied Self. Always conscious of what his embodied &#39;false-self&#39; was going through. Being hyper conscious of your own life is a painful experience especially when you are living outside it as a critical observer. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The life that he once knew was no more there. He was no more interested in the &#39;outside world&#39; which seemed superficial and shallow. The inner world of his own profound (or deluded) experience seemed to be a safe place initially. The inner world provided him the security of solitude, freedom from being misunderstood and above all the protection from being hurt by others. His inner world was initially a shield that protected him from constant attacks of others. No longer he was worried about people treating him as an &lt;i&gt;&#39;it&#39;&lt;/i&gt; rather than as an &lt;i&gt;&#39;I&#39;&lt;/i&gt;. So, he held himself back from the sufferings of the outside world. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alas! this false sense of protection was short lived. This strategy to protect himself was in fact&amp;nbsp; highway to self-destruction. The fear of being treated as an &#39;it&#39; somehow transformed into a strategy to treat the others as mere objects. He found it impossible to love someone as &lt;i&gt;another human being&lt;/i&gt; or develop a long lasting &lt;i&gt;meaningful&lt;/i&gt; relationship. He saw his embodied self living a life outside himself &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. A life he thought he was no longer a part of. This inner world of his was actually a prison. A prison that eventually deprived him of his autonomy, his happiness and above all his own life. He envied his embodied false self that lived &lt;i&gt;&#39;its&#39;&lt;/i&gt; life in front of his own eyes. He was not in control of his life anymore. As a prisoner living behind the bars of his own inner world, he saw his whole life slipping from his fingers. Perhaps he couldn&#39;t hold back from this perpetual suffering anymore. There were no more safe havens to run to.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;dl&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;dt&gt;&lt;b&gt;ESTRAGON:&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dd&gt;We always find something, eh Didi, to give us the impression we exist?
&lt;/dd&gt;
&lt;dt&gt;&lt;b&gt;VLADIMIR:&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;/dt&gt;
&lt;dd&gt;(&lt;i&gt;impatiently&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; Yes yes, we&#39;re magicians. But let us persevere in what we have resolved, before we forget. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Waiting for Godot by Samuel Backett.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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Self-deception is the best medicine for curing the disease of non-productivity.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/4402388287908189628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/4402388287908189628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/4402388287908189628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/4402388287908189628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/07/non-productive-life.html' title='Non-Productive Life'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-6117889309275570964</id><published>2012-06-26T08:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-26T08:47:49.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
The &#39;FALL&#39; in the fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/6117889309275570964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/6117889309275570964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/6117889309275570964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/6117889309275570964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/06/fall.html' title='The Fall.'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-4180005447133586763</id><published>2012-06-21T13:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-22T09:03:22.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: Popper V Kuhn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
This blog entry is my reply to Awais Aftab&#39;s insightful post about Popper v Kuhn debate.&lt;br /&gt;
http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2012/06/popper-vs-kuhn.html&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I have absolutely no clue how can one categories Kuhn as a positivist. However, coming back to this brilliant blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few reservations.&lt;br /&gt;I
 think for me Popper will regard any new scientific theory not a move 
closer to truth(truth with capital T) but rather a move away from 
falsehood or mistake. A subtle difference but still very relevant in 
understanding Popper&#39;s argument. I can substantiate this interpretation 
by summing up Popper&#39;s argument from another philosophical work &#39;The 
Open Society and its enemies&#39;(by no means a work of philosophy of 
science but sums up Popper&#39;s attitude towards all kind of historicism 
and teleology). Popper argued vehemently in that book against 
teleological approach of Hegel, Aristotle, Marx and Plato for holding a 
view of reality (truth) based on purpose (telos). However, this critique
 does not mean that Popper is a relativist. Let me rephrase what I said,
 as per Popper it is not scientifically possible to talk about the 
absolute truth but we can always recognize falsehood. Since for Popper 
science thrives on falsification, there is always room for absolute 
truth (in abnon-demonstrable way). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between Popper
 and Kuhn for me lies here. Popper despite being skeptic about 
teleological theories of all kind held a vision of science based on 
&#39;demarcation&#39;. By demarcation I mean that Popper genuinely believed that
 the scientific method is distinct from non-science. Hence his emphasis 
on &#39;falsification&#39; as the dividing line between science and non-science.
 However, for Kuhn science is not a disinterested and cold inquiry about
 the nature of reality. In fact, scientists are no different from 
priests who dogmatically promote their own denominational theologies 
(only making sense within their own paradigms). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This relativism 
is exactly what disturbed Popper back in 1960s. Kuhn&#39;s understanding of 
&#39;normal science&#39; was a threat to future of  science according to Karl 
Popper. The famous 1965 International Colloquium was called by Popper in
 order to destroy this idea of Kuhn.
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/4180005447133586763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/4180005447133586763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/4180005447133586763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/4180005447133586763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/06/re-popper-v-kuhn.html' title='Re: Popper V Kuhn'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-3431519614941516040</id><published>2012-05-30T12:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T12:49:56.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory and Solace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Life is strange. Its better to live with some people only in memories.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/3431519614941516040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/3431519614941516040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/3431519614941516040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/3431519614941516040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/05/memory-and-solace.html' title='Memory and Solace'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-1408490723209189083</id><published>2012-05-30T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T05:30:56.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human actions and introspection : Spinozian Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&#39;&#39;I have laboured carefully, not to mock, lament, or execrate, but to understand human actions;
 and to this end I have looked upon passions, such as love, hatred, 
anger, envy, ambition, pity, and the other perturbations of the mind, 
not in the light of vices of human nature, but as properties, just as 
pertinent to it, as are heat, cold, storm, thunder, and the like to the 
nature of the atmosphere, which phenomena, though inconvenient, are yet 
necessary, and have fixed causes, by means of which we endeavour to 
understand their nature, and the mind has just as much pleasure in 
viewing them aright, as in knowing such things as flatter the senses&#39;&#39;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinoza from &lt;i&gt;Tactatus Politicus&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/1408490723209189083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/1408490723209189083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/1408490723209189083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/1408490723209189083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/05/human-actions-and-introspection.html' title='Human actions and introspection : Spinozian Perspective'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-3653986601517006713</id><published>2012-05-30T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T05:25:22.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits of Self-denial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Theres a thin line between egoism and selflessness. Perhaps extreme form of self-denial and altruism is indistinguishable from selfishness.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/3653986601517006713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/3653986601517006713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/3653986601517006713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/3653986601517006713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/05/limits-of-self-denial.html' title='Limits of Self-denial!'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6364960371412343831.post-3435654586525845964</id><published>2012-05-12T11:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-12T11:46:39.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
What is personal revolution? - The moment you realize that you have actually evolved.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/feeds/3435654586525845964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6364960371412343831/3435654586525845964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/3435654586525845964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6364960371412343831/posts/default/3435654586525845964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qasimandbeatles.blogspot.com/2012/05/revolution.html' title='Revolution.'/><author><name>Qasim Aziz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07984751014379076063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizEfcG6KfmLIymqv76wan288rBkvBvMHU3t-PVm9RQ-4nC5dejAYBeZurIik1GDgh0qVAGoV5SA6oJKL_yX3fciFhtO0YCMfm8leCoSAwlTASJyXZYbi8HPxjpHxw_xK4/s220/299720_10150270341656249_574996248_8022332_4013374_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>