Raytracer

“The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know where that elsewhere is.”
― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

“وأنا الآن تحت هذه السماء الجميلة الرحيمة
أحس أننا جميعًا أخوة. الذي يسكر
والذي يصلي والذي يسرق والذي يزني والذي
يقاتل والذي يقتل. الينبوع نفسه ولا أحد يدري ماذا يدور في خلد الإله.
لعله لا يبالي. لعله ليس غاضبًا.”
― الطيب صالح, Season of Migration to the North

“Everything is possible, and yet nothing is. All is permitted, and yet again, nothing. No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it is all the same whether you cry or remain silent. There is an explanation for everything, and yet there is none. Everything is both real and unreal, normal and absurd, splendid and insipid. There is nothing worth more than anything else, nor any idea better than any other. Why grow sad from one’s sadness and delight in one’s joy? What does it matter whether our tears come from pleasure or pain? Love your unhappiness and hate your happiness, mix everything up, scramble it all! Be a snowflake dancing in the air, a flower floating downstream! Have courage when you don’t need to, and be a coward when you must be brave! Who knows? You may still be a winner! And if you lose, does it really matter? Is there anything to win in this world? All gain is a loss, and all loss is a gain. Why always expect a definite stance, clear ideas, meaningful words? I feel as if I should spout fire in response to all the questions which were ever put, or not put, to me.”
― Emil Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

“أنا، نفسي، عشت بلا جسد. كنت طافحًا بالروح لكني كنت بلا جسد. بَحَثَ روحي عن جسدي طويلاً. مشى أعرج ضالاً مجنونًا. و ظلّ وحيدًا، ظلَّ هباء، روحًا يابسًا يبحث عن قطرة”
― وديع سعادة, محاولة وصل ضفتين بصوت