Part 3: My miserable existence

By Mory Keita

Part 3 : Day of judgement 

             

         All stood before the Lord to testify and receive honors for their deeds but I was the only one blamed for the misery and fate of mankind. Behold, an angry crowd of poor peasants approached , axes and machetes in hand, ready to attack and beat me till my last breath. “Monster,” they shouted furiously hurling young and old, men and women like possessed  by a mysterious invisible dark force pushing them. Barking dogs, mounted horse men positioned to attack and kill me at any instant, and an angry mob of peasants with red eyes, furious like bulls, chased me while shouting “kill the monster, kill the monster.” I felt the need to prove my innocence, believing in the teachings of the book of the Lord, which promise fair judgment for all.

“What monstrous sin did I commit to deserve such hospitality?” I asked peacefully of them, but their shadows approaching me kept growing bigger and bigger.

 “Kill the monster, kill him!” they repeated louder than before, branding their tools and arms against me, ordering their dogs and pets to bait me and tear  my body into shreds , leaving me with pain and injuries.

“Hear me, O noble people, I never insulted you, touched your properties, plantations or herds. All I ever wanted was food and water to appease my hunger and thirst. Is this how you treat strangers?” I tried to reason with them.

They heard, but did not listen; they saw but did not reason. They continued approaching me.

“O good heaven, what have I done to deserve such a burden on my head that no mortal has ever had?”

Their shadows approached my silhouette quickly.

“Monster,” a priest leading the crowd shouted at me, the cross of Christ at hand “by the heavens that bend above us, tell me, and tell me what thou satanic creature want from us?”

“I am sorry, food” I replied quickly.

“Monster,” he said again,“by the God that protect us all, tell me, tell me banished creature, messenger of evil what dost thou want from us?”

          Seeing that I had no chance of convincing them of my good intentions, I ran, hiding behind trees in the forest and bushes. But they pursued me and tried to kill me until I disappeared from their sights. From that day I learned that the only just judgment is God’s, not men’s.


I encourage you to read the fourth part of this story, Revelation.

Part 3: My miserable existence

Part 5: My miserable existence

By Mory Keita

Part 5: Exodus 

          After my many disappointments, I set myself to traveling the uncivilized parts of the world in quest of knowledge and understanding. In that mid-October, I took the road to the Americas where I tried to live in harmony with nature’s wilderness. Living there, I found an inner peace and sense of belonging cultivated in harmony with the elements constituting the universe. I have found a new purpose in life— accepting who I am.
          To conclude my long and boring life story, I would like to explain the nature of happiness. Happiness is not beauty, talent or prestige. It is an inner voice that shows us the light to something farther ahead, a greater understanding of the world and its principles. Happiness is a combination of knowledge, identity and a sense of purpose.This is the tale of my miserable existence.


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Part 5: My miserable existence

All i seek in life

By Mory Keita

A beat in heart,

A voice in head,

A song of life,

A drum under hands,

Something to see,

Something to feel,

Something to believe in,

Something to fight for,

Something to die for,

Something to be remembered for,

That is all I seek in life.

All i seek in life

One man against Nature

                                   

              By Mory Keita

Yet,still are clouds whispering thy name,

Heavens, behind the white curtain, hailing thy beauty,

Birds sing to enchant thy days,

The sun smiles at thou face, the moon stalk thou above sky,

 Stars twinkle to appeal to thou tender eyes,

Winds caress thy skin with such vigor.

All are there to please thou.

How can I remain passive when the wanders of nature eyes are upon thee?

How can I sleep knowing that you are far from me?

Thy skin is tenderer than soft falling snow,

Thy eyes, thy looks, are brighter than the holy beams of sun and moon,

Thou are lovelier than summer’s falling leaves,

Thou are more elegant than the universe itself.

Envy consumes my combustible heart like fire,

It burns my hopes and desires, tears my eyes:

It makes my heart fall like snowflakes.

But who am I, compared to the grandeurs of the universe!

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 One man against nature ( edited version)

Yet, still are clouds whispering your name,

Heavens, behind the white curtain, hailing your beauty,

Birds sing to enchant your days,

The sun smiles at your face, the moon stalk you above sky,

 Stars twinkle to appeal to your tender eyes,

Winds caress your skin with such vigor.

All are there to please you.

How can I remain passive when the wanders of nature eyes are upon you?

How can I sleep knowing that you are far from me?

Your skin is tenderer than soft falling snow,

Your eyes, your looks, are brighter than the holy beams of sun and moon,

You are lovelier than summer’s falling leaves,

You are more elegant than the universe itself.

Envy consumes my combustible heart like fire,

It burns my hopes and desires, tears my eyes:

It makes my heart fall like snowflakes.

But who am I, compared to the grandeurs of the universe!

One man against Nature

The world as I see it now

                                                                  By Mory Keita 

The world, as we see it now, is the work of some visionaries.The absurd imagination of some crazy-old-fools who hundreds years ago, idly sat on their chairs to ponder upon humanity. They dedicated their lives to philosophy and sciences; then, scholarly came up with theories and system of belief to better mankind and eradicate its self-imposed misery.

Though, their philosophies are of unequivocal beauty, they are prone to change as humanity evolves steps farther. Ideas are but works of mind and the mind is but a conscious characteristic of the human race (the same can also be extended to every other race).  Mankind in its current situation, which is characterized by unceasing warfare and destruction, needs more crazy-old-fools and fewer vile warriors who undermine the power of intellect in pursuit of brute force. When we separate ourselves from our God given intellect, we became lesser than animals and return to the dark ages.

The world as I see it now is evolving towards an age darker than the dark ages itself. Some of you might qualify me as a pessimist, but if we analyze our history (as far as it is recorded), we will realize that , we live in one of its worst centuries. The twenty first century stunningly resembles the fictional world of Uqbar in Jorge Luis Borges short story Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius (which can be found  in Ficciones,  his collection of short stories). Borges describes uqbar as a place where everything is pure fiction; by that I mean, in uqbar things are falsification of reality and the "reality" is but a part of a greater false perception. The similitude might perhaps not be apparent because, we live in an uqbar. We feign that we live in a peaceful world while we are not. We live in a myth created by a group of oligarch serving theirs egoist interests.

To summarize my thought, mankind needs more crazy-old-fools and fewer warriors. We desperately need more people-of-mind dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge to advance our common goal. I do not advocate for a utopian society, as it is unfeasible. I will elaborate on this issue in future posts. 

The world as I see it now

To be "cool"

         By Mory Keita

To be cool like the old gangsters:

Put your pants down the butt,

Become a loud desperate attention seeker,

A know-everything fellow,

A tabloids lover and books’ nemesis,

Listen to rap and senseless music,

Wear in vogue sneakers and T-shirts,

Be clueless about the world,

Become rude to any one different from you,

Utter profanities non-stop,

Enjoy your life and nothing else,

Cut school on a weekly basis,

Make cool friends not nerds and geeks,

Party at least twice a week,

Go along with the fun and give up anything boring,

Smoke marijuana, drink alcohol to feel high,

Try to fit in as much as you can,

Look your best under the sky,                             

Hang out with friends the whole day,

Think about the present and it only,

Go home at 1:30 am and then ask yourself,

“What have I done with my day?”

To be "cool"

A place beneath the tree

              By Mory Keita

Where is that place beneath the tree?

That temple of wisdom where knowledge

Flourish and falls like summer’s leaves,

And existence has a proper significance.

Where is that lost paradise my heart seeks?

There, Pythagoras and Archimedes discuss

 Symmetries of nature and beauty of shapes;

Plato, Aristotle, Socrates and great thinkers

Question the purpose of life itself.

That is the place I wish, that is the world I have lost.

Adam and Eve lost the Garden of Eden and did not find it again,

Will I find again that place beneath the tree?

Till that day, I shall find solace in this  foolish world.

                                              

A place beneath the tree

On vit, on parle

Here is a poem of the great French  writer , philosopher and poet, Victor Hugo's " On vit,on parle". This poem's beauty reside in its simplicity and its humorous tone.

the last three lines of the poem are particularity very striking. It basically speaks about life hills and valleys, its beauties and sorrows.I hope you enjoy it as much as i do.

              
               On vit , on parle...
                          By Victor Hugo

On vit, on parle, on a le ciel et les nuages 
Sur la tête ; on se plaît aux livres des vieux sages ; 
On lit Virgile et Dante ; on va joyeusement 
En voiture publique à quelque endroit charmant, 
En riant aux éclats de l'auberge et du gîte ; 
Le regard d'une femme en passant vous agite ; 
On aime, on est aimé, bonheur qui manque aux rois ! 
On écoute le chant des oiseaux dans les bois 
Le matin, on s'éveille, et toute une famille 
Vous embrasse, une mère, une soeur, une fille ! 
On déjeune en lisant son journal. Tout le jour 
On mêle à sa pensée espoir, travail, amour ; 
La vie arrive avec ses passions troublées ; 
On jette sa parole aux sombres assemblées ; 
Devant le but qu'on veut et le sort qui vous prend, 
On se sent faible et fort, on est petit et grand ; 
On est flot dans la foule, âme dans la tempête ; 
Tout vient et passe ; on est en deuil, on est en fête ; 
On arrive, on recule, on lutte avec effort... -- 
Puis, le vaste et profond silence de la mort !

On vit, on parle

The Fool

By Mory Keita

There was a fool, there was a sage,

There was a king, there was a peasant,

There was a charlatan, there was a scholar,

All in quest of glories to come;

Amongst them the fool was the most hated.

He once stood upon Mont Sinai, God’s stick in hand

And prophesied to his people the moon landing,

But he was ridiculed.

He traveled nations like Moses, declaring that all men are equal,

But he was mocked and threatened by kings and aristocrats.

Again, he studied heavens days and nights,

Then proclaimed in all truth that earth was round,

But he was accused of heresy. 

Upon all times was a fool, upon all times was a detractor.

But fools prevailed as the world evolved.

Thus, I have decided to travel the road of the fool.

The Fool

John Donne : The Sun rising.

  "The Sun Rising" is truly magnificent-- i have red very few poems with such vivid imagery and "perfect" metaphors. as i often say, great poets have big-open hearts and  profound imagination. i can write an entire post on this poem, but i realize that it would be useless. so,let " The Sun Rising" speak for itself and its radiance blossom our creativity; for,la passion est la porte a l'imagination créative.



 BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
        Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?
        Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
        Late school-boys and sour prentices,
    Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
    Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

        Thy beams so reverend, and strong
        Why shouldst thou think ?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
        If her eyes have not blinded thine,
        Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
    Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
    Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay."

        She's all states, and all princes I ;
        Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
        Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
        In that the world's contracted thus ;
    Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
    To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

John Donne : The Sun rising.

How did Nikola Tesla change the way we use energy?

Today, 02/26/10, while reading a new article from my favorite website HowStuffWorks, I found this fascinating article titled: How did Nikola Tesla changed the way we use energy?.As a Tesla fan, i was instantly  pulled to read  the article and  fully explore its content.

Thus begin the article, " When you flip a switch and a lamp bathes the room in light, you probably don't give much thought to how it works -- or to the people who made it all possible. If you were forced to acknowledge the genius behind the lamp, you might name Thomas Alva Edison." I must admit that I too  thought, for a  long time, that Thomas Edison was probably the greatest inventor of all time, I thought he invented the light bulb, the AC motor and others, until I unexpectedly  stumbled upon a youtube video with the title Nikola Tesla: The Forgotten Wizard. The only forgotten genius (Wizard)  that i knew of  at that time was Robert Hook, whose ground breaking scientific works were undermined by Newton's achievements. 

Tesla's achievements are generally unknown of by the general public. ask a middle school student or high schools student and even High school teacher who invented the Radio, he/she will quickly respond Marconi;  wireless communication, he/she would reply that he/she does not know or maybe guess Edison. It is not astonishing to hear such answers ( i bet more than 95 % of the readers of this blog would have given similar answers).What make me mad, brain-sick is that the incredible legacy of a man who sacrificed his life, refused financial gains  for the advancement of science and technology, are being accredited to others. while I do not denied that both Marconi and Edison made significant contributions to science, I believe that it is immoral for schools to teach  students that they ( Edison and Marconi) achieved things that they did not. in fact, just after Tesla's death the united state supreme court ruled that Nikola Tesla indeed was the true inventor of the radio and wireless communication. Tesla also is the inventor of remote control, basic lasers, star war technical warfare , robotics and others.

In response to the question, How did Nikola Tesla change the way we use energy? I would simply reply that he invented and found new ways release gigantic amount of pure and clean energy at lesser cost for our environment and us.

To read  more about Tesla please click  here and here.

How did Nikola Tesla change the way we use energy?

Ulysses by Alfred,Lord Tennyson

    Ulysses is most certainly   my favorite poem. I hope you will enjoy it.            


Ulysses     







It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though

We are not now that strength which in the old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,

One equal-temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Ulysses by Alfred,Lord Tennyson

Charles Baudelaire "Le Mort joyeux"

here is, what i consider as, the masterpiece of the great French poet Charles Baudelaire. le mort joyeux ( the happy dead), is, though somehow cynical, the most reflective poem i have red. i remember reciting it once in class, when i was about 9 years old in my country. every french speaking person, i believe, will agree that that le mort joyeux is unique in its own way.

Dans une terre grasse et pleine d'escargots
Je veux creuser moi-même une fosse profonde,
Où je puisse à loisir étaler mes vieux os
Et dormir dans l'oubli comme un requin dans l'onde.

Je hais les testaments et je hais les tombeaux;
Plutôt que d'implorer une larme du monde,
Vivant, j'aimerais mieux inviter les corbeaux
À saigner tous les bouts de ma carcasse immonde.

Ô vers! noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir à vous un mort libre et joyeux;
Philosophes viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

À travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encore quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans âme et mort parmi les morts!

Charles Baudelaire "Le Mort joyeux"

The Genius of Archimedes

Behold he said "give me a place to stand and i will move the earth".

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I Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land By James Joyce

I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.

They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.

They come shaking in triumph their long, green hair:
They come out of the sea and run shouting by the shore.
My heart, have you no wisdom thus to despair?
My love, my love, my love, why have you left me alone?

I Hear an Army Charging Upon the Land By James Joyce

Nikola Tesla - The Forgotten Wizard

                                        


Ladies and Gentlemen, i present to you the story of one of the greatest inventor and scientist the world has seen:Nikola Tesla - The Forgotten Wizard.

Nikola Tesla - The Forgotten Wizard