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Descent of Species


Descent of Species

In the afterlife, you are treated to a generous opportunity: you can choose whatever you would like to be in the next life. Would you like to be a member of the opposite sex? Born into royalty? A philosopher with bottomless profundity? A soldier facing triumphant battles?

But perhaps you’ve just returned here from a hard life. Perhaps you were tortured by the enormity of the decisions and responsibilities that surrounded you, and now there’s only one thing you yearn for: simplicity. That’s permissible. So for the next round, you choose to be a horse. You covet the bliss of that simple life: afternoons of grazing in grassy fields, the handsome angles of your skeleton and the prominence of your muscles, the peace of the slow-flicking tail or the steam rifling through your nostrils as you lope across snow-blanketed plains.

You announce your decision. Incantations are muttered, a wand is waved, and your body begins to metamorphose into a horse. Your muscles start to bulge; a mat of strong hair erupts to cover you like a comfortable blanket in winter. The thickening and lengthening of your neck immediately feels normal as it comes about. Your carotid arteries grow in diameter, your fingers blend hoofward, your knees stiffen, your hips strengthen, and meanwhile, as your skull lengthens into its new shape, your brain races in its changes: your cortex retreats as your cerebellum grows, the homunculus melts man to horse, neurons redirect, synapses unplug and replug on their way to equestrian patterns, and your dream of understanding what it is like to be a horse gallops toward you from the distance. Your concern about human affairs begins to slip away, your cynicism about human behavior melts, and even your human way of thinking begins to drift away from you.

Suddenly, for just a moment, you are aware of the problem you overlooked. The more you become a horse, the more you forget the original wish. You forget what it was like to be a human wondering what it was like to be a horse.

This moment of lucidity does not last long. But it serves as the punishment for your sins, a Promethean entrails-pecking moment, crouching half-horse halfman, with the knowledge that you cannot appreciate the destination without knowing the starting point; you cannot revel in the simplicity unless you remember the alternatives. And that’s not the worst of your revelation. You realize that the next time you return here, with your thick horse brain, you won’t have the capacity to ask to become a human again. You won’t understand what a human is. Your choice to slide down the intelligence ladder is irreversible. And just before you lose your final human faculties, you painfully ponder what magnificent extraterrestrial creature, enthralled with the idea of finding a simpler life, chose in the last round to become a human.


An excerpt from the book SUM by David Eagleman



Gibran Khalil Gibran

Were you still alive on this plane of existence…
Happy Remembrance day to one beautiful soul, alchemist, philosopher, sage, and human being. Gibran Khalil Gibran. May you ever protect and watch over our beloved home, Lebanon, with your love, wisdom, and truth.

Gibran Khalil Gibran
January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931

 Gibran Khalil Gibran January 6, 1883 - April 10, 1931 'For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?'

Gibran Khalil Gibran
January 6, 1883 – April 10, 1931
‘For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?’


murmure du silence, khalil gibranMurmure du silence (whispers of silence) Painting by Gibran Khalil Gibran

Do not love half lovers
Do not entertain half friends
Do not indulge in works of the half talented
Do not live half a life and do not die a half death
If you choose silence, then be silent
When you speak, do so until you are finished
Do not silence yourself to say something
And do not speak to be silent
If you accept, then express it bluntly
Do not mask it
If you refuse then be clear about it 
for an ambiguous refusal
is but a weak acceptance
Do not accept half a solution
Do not believe half truths
Do not dream half a dream
Do not fantasize about half hopes
Half a drink will not quench your thirst
Half a meal will not satiate your hunger
Half the way will get you no where
Half an idea will bear you no results
Your other half is not the one you love
It is you in another time yet in the same space
It is you when you are not
Half a life is a life you didn’t live,
A word you have not said
A smile you postponed
A love you have not had
A friendship you did not know
To reach and not arrive
Work and not work
Attend only to be absent
What makes you a stranger to them closest to you
and they strangers to you
The half is a mere moment of inability
but you are able for you are not half a being
You are a whole that exists
to live a life not half a life

kamilah, gibran's mother

Kamilah, Khalil Gibran’s mother.

‘Your children are not your children, they are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but are not from you, and though they are with you yet they belong not to you.’

 Sketch for Jesus the Son of Man, ca. 1923.

Sketch for Jesus the Son of Man, ca. 1923.

‘Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.’

Marianna, Gibran's sister, painted by Khalil Gibran

Marianna, Gibran’s sister, painted by Khalil Gibran

‘Do not be frightened, for I am now Truth, spared from swords and fire to reveal to the people the triumph of Love over War. I am Word uttering introduction to the play of happiness and peace.
Then the young man became speechless and his tears spoke the language of the heart; and the angels of Joy hovered about that dwelling, and the two hearts restored the singleness which had been taken from them.
At dawn the two stood in the middle of the field contemplating the beauty of Nature injured by the tempest. After a deep and comforting silence, the soldier said to his sweetheart, “Look at the Darkness, giving birth to the Sun.” ‘

Rest in Peace, جبران خليل جبران‎

The fire that heals, the fire that burns & the balance in between.


What do you think is the secret to life?

I always stop to wonder of life and the essence of it, in and of things. It all has magic in it, it all breathes whispers into my soul. Never fails. Ever. Here I stop again, different as I am at this time and stage of my own life & existence. I stop and observe, for weeks, for months, for a couple of years. Many of those who have accompanied me this far have been changing through events and situations, and so have I, of course. And since we change, evolve or regress that is, in accordance with our close circle of friends, there comes a time, unfortunately, where one of life’s biggest mysteries, or at least to me, reveals itself. I look around to find some of those one’s ghosts lingering around me, although they themselves don’t appear to be there anymore. And through the ghostly remnants, I find myself still holding on to one person or another, feeding energy to our connection, my will of keeping them, and loving them, and nurturing the friendship, or whatever is left of it, does not want to break. It had started, the process decomposing since one, two or more things happened, depending on each event and situation. In some case it is theft, creative & artistic theft, in another it is drainage of energy, and in some cases, it is merely fear & weakness, selfishness, or low vibrational emotions and illusive feelings. Whatever the cause, those who have undergone it, have become ethereal, waiting for me, or someone, to blow them away, away to the wind! While other presences were forming, in my circle of souls, some new, some self-upgraded from old, making everything peaceful, light, and home-like. Even though I struggled, somewhere, somehow to keep those I was clinging to in place, even tried to take it higher, further, until I realized that some things need to be LET GO OF.

Let go of

“Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on.”
~ Eckhart Tolle (A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life’s Purpose)

Not just for me, but for all of us.  To clear any possible misunderstanding, this doesn’t mean giving up on the ones you love and the ones who are counting on you, not at all. It simply means that some people have had their fill of kindness –yours? and innocence, and when we see the extent at which they are or perhaps even got corrupted, and despite all the love in the world that we hold for them, decay happens. Decay can happen in many shapes and forms, but when it happens, it is useless to try and delay the process, the best one can do is let it happen, make peace, pay respect, and let it be. When natures grow apart, when people set their differences, doesn’t mean one is right and one is wrong –I am only saying this to remind myself of it- it doesn’t have to be ugly or pretty –Still reminding myself of it- when people cannot debate without a fight, or cannot connect without ‘borrowing’ energies from others, of course without permission, things tend to get unhealthy, with or without the awareness of the being. Automatically this creates an imbalance, perceived by an intelligent aware being, or not perceived by the self-absorbed entity. This imbalance will fall into a breakage in the bond, despite the lingering energies, which at turn will be released or retrieved.


‘If you labor you, are a ‘laborer’, if you work on a farm, you are a ‘farmer’, and if you flow you are a ‘flower’. ~Forest Sage

There are people –like me- who honor human relations, from family to friendship, to couple, to animals, nature, every single living being. Or maybe it is because I am a Libran. We give, we love giving, and when we receive we love receiving. We give with no expectancy of a return or anything of the sort. Yet when we encounter the ones brutally unaware, ungrateful, unkind, untrue, and unjust –I’m not being judgmental, I hope not, some things are too out there for one not to see them! It brings out the fire in us, the one ignited by what’s unclear, what’s unclean, with no god or man given right to be, and since it is in our nature to either defeat what insults our intelligence, defeat it ideally, with all the peace & the love, & the radical self-love and respect, or to burn it forever. I won’t go for the burning, although I was very tempted. I came to believe that the burning should only be for healing, and not for destruction, if you know what I mean. There’s the healing fire, the purple flame, the one that nourishes love, acceptance, peace, forgiveness, grace, or the injuring fires, the one that feeds on ugliness, betrayals, anger & hatred, and all that comes with it of emotions & feelings. If my lesson is to let it be, the decay, the endings, the all that comes with it, they cannot be of me since I know what I am made of, and I will choose not to let them. If my lesson is to let it be, then it’s time to apply the lesson, and may Angels guide me through it, and may it be a most peaceful and loving process.

I will choose today to let go of some people, some situations, all the while striving to remain in the discipline of faith in the divine, patience, forgiveness, and higher love.

The tree of life

‘How does seeing the difference permit unity? Quite simply, because physically speaking there cannot be unity, since the physical plane consists of shapes, and all shapes are different. Unity only exists in the heart. It is a feeling: love. And in love the self disappears: only the other remains.’ ~ Svami Prajnanpad

So, did you figure out the secret to life, or that of death for that matter? I haven’t. Please tell me your story if you have come close to the mysteries. In the meantime, my body parts will keep filling their tasks, and I, will be grateful for every sunrise, every moonrise, without regrets, shame or remorse, but with peace, love & understanding, looking forward to new adventures, new discoveries, lessons, and connections.