So here it is! I translated an excerpt from Gibran Khalil Gibran for you.
Hope it gives you a reason to smile 🙂
‘Do not entertain the half-lovers, do not befriend the half-friends, do not indulge in works of the half-talented, do not live a half-life, and do not die a half-death, do not choose a half-solution, do not stand in the half-truth, do not dream a half-dream, do not hold on to a half-hope, if you’re silent, then be silent until the end, and if you speak.. then speak until the end, do not say it in silence, and do not speak to be silent.
If you’re satisfied express your satisfaction, do not fake a half-satisfaction, and if you refuse then express your rejection for a half-rejection is acceptance.. half is a life you haven’t lived, and it’s a word you haven’t said, it’s a delayed smile, a love you didn’t reach, a friendship you didn’t know.. Half is what makes you a stranger to the closest people to you, and it’s what makes the closest people to you estranged from you. Half is that you get there or not, that you work or not, that you’re absent and that you’re present.. Half is you, when you are not yourself.. for your didn’t know who you are, half is not knowing thyself.. and who you love is not your other half.. who you love is you in another place at the same time. A half-drink will not quench your thirst, and a half-meal will not satiate your hunger, a half-way will get you nowhere, and a half-idea is vain, half is the moment of your helplessness, and you are no helpless, for you are not a half-being. You are a being brought to live the life, and not to live a half-life, the truth of a being is not what is shown, but what cannot be shown, as such.. if you want to know one, do not listen to what is said.. but to what is not being said.‘
And here’s the original text, for those of you who can read in Arabic, it certainly has a deeper flavor.
“لا تجالس أنصاف العشاق، ولا تصادق أنصاف الأصدقاء، لا تقرأ لأنصاف الموهوبين،لا تعش نصف حياة، ولا تمت نصف موت،لا تختر نصف حل، ولا تقف في منتصف الحقيقة، لا تحلم نصف حلم، ولا تتعلق بنصف أمل، إذا صمتّ.. فاصمت حتى النهاية، وإذا تكلمت.. فتكلّم حتى النهاية، لا تصمت كي تتكلم، ولا تتكلم كي تصمت.
إذا رضيت فعبّر عن رضاك، لا تصطنع نصف رضا، وإذا رفضت.. فعبّر عن رفضك،
لأن نصف الرفض قبول.. النصف هو حياة لم تعشها، وهو كلمة لم تقلها،وهو ابتسامة أجّلتها، وهو حب لم تصل إليه، وهو صداقة لم تعرفها.. النصف هو ما يجعلك غريباً عن أقرب الناس إليك، وهو ما يجعل أقرب الناس إليك غرباء عنك.
النصف هو أن تصل وأن لاتصل، أن تعمل وأن لا تعمل،أن تغيب وأن تحضر.. النصف هو أنت، عندما لا تكون أنت.. لأنك لم تعرف من أنت، النصف هو أن لا تعرف من أنت.. ومن تحب ليس نصفك الآخر.. هو أنت في مكان آخر في الوقت نفسه.
نصف شربة لن تروي ظمأك، ونصف وجبة لن تشبع جوعك،نصف طريق لن يوصلك إلى أي مكان، ونصف فكرة لن تعطي لك نتيجة النصف هو لحظة عجزك وأنت لست بعاجز.. لأنك لست نصف إنسان
أنت إنسان وجدت كي تعيش الحياة، وليس كي تعيش نصف حياة ليست حقيقة الإنسان بما يظهره لك.. بل بما لا يستطيع أن يظهره، لذلك.. إذا أردت أن تعرفه فلا تصغي إلى ما يقوله .. بل إلى ما لا يقوله.
Mysterious & Magical Witching Day, Beloveds.
Tonight or today, whatever you decide to play, remember to be scary, offer broom rides & stories for foreplay. Wishing you a happy last October day /\oo/\
‘ ”Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world. ‘
‘O Beloved, we are locked in friendship with You.
Wherever You may step, we are the ground for You.
In the religion of Love it isn’t allowed
to see the world through You and not see You.’
‘The intellect works on the level of objective facts and it possesses fifty percent of the truth. And yet, considering its relatively greater importance, the heart, that is to say one’s feelings, what one actually experiences, should have more than fifty percent, because it is far more important to ‘live’ something rather than to learn it or read it in a book. Life is more important than learning. You can, of course, learn many things with your intellect, but they remain superficial and theoretical, they don’t touch the depth of your being. The things you learn intellectually are recorded in your brain, but on a superficial level, so they can be very quickly wiped out: one day they leave and you simply forget them. Look at all the things you have already forgotten about the books you have read. And yet, at one time they were recorded in your brain! Yes, but only on the surface. and whatever remains on the surface can very easily be erased. And now compare that book-learning with something that you actually experienced, something that you have felt and tasted deep down: whatever else happens to you in life this is something you can never forget. It is impossible. Why? Because it is recorded at a much deeper level, at the very heart of your being. (…) The secret of true intelligence is to understand, to feel and then to act in accordance with that broad, deep inner grasp of reality, with that deep feeling that cannot lie.’
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