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desire and reality.

I'm reading a book. "My Name is Red" by Orhan Pamuk. Author turkish. "It summarizes a discussion that continues today in the Islamic world, torn between modernity and tradition." Two old miniatures are in contrast. One wants to press ahead with the old and traditional way of making art. The other wants to be inspired by European masters. The vivacity of the images, the uniqueness of the image. The portrait of the person and not the idea of \u200b\u200bthe person. The drawing of the horse and not the idea of \u200b\u200bthe horse. There is a murder and a love story. And even a sentence, half the book, it struck me: "Before he died, no one can understand that, as in the world of the dead body without a soul is a source of true happiness, among the living, the greatest happiness is a body soulless. " You may not agree. In reality, the soul can be invisible in that place where they are discharged choices, regrets, joys and sorrows. This tank zozzure and happiness that we call so he can torment a body that feels wild and basic needs. In contrast, once dead, it is hoped to be ethereal only fly in the sky without being weighed down by a body that requires meat. The idea and matter. Maybe. But we must think about the intermingling of both. A manifestation of the other and vice versa. A continuous search for balance. May seem separate, in reality can be combined. Indeed be just one thing. It affected the same way and life choices. Indeed, a man without a soul is an animal. A 'man with no soul is without virtue. Yet within us desire the one separate from the other. Although we live in contrast and in the union and we know that it will not, then we would imagine that this is liberation. At least after death. But I would not want to be here on earth with no soul. Otherwise life will go on without consciousness. Because basically what gives us joy of life is the consciousness of a pain. In our inherent and inalienable. Inevitable. Life is a mystery that can not be programmed. Sometimes the unexpected. An absurd incident that can make blind or crippled. And I am no longer me. Everything changes because I change. And the strength to carry on where I find it? Some crazy, some not. Continue to live, now disabled, even enticing and supporting others to live. And I think, "Why complain, considering the increasingly unsatisfactory life? I have the view, walk, everything is fine! And I'm sick." But do not you realize that you are bad at all. And we want to look at the strength of these people and understand their secrets. It 's just a mental point of view. Because many are left instead to go into depression or madness to come. Unbearable pain, but not eliminated. And 'here. With us forever. It will never be separated.