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	<title>Comments on: A Diary</title>
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	<description>With Sake, nothing tastes better than Olives. But you would have to be a Levantine living in Japan to know that</description>
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		<title>By: Fantasia Lillith</title>
		<link>http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2009/10/a-diary/comment-page-1/#comment-10401</link>
		<dc:creator>Fantasia Lillith</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 18:48:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>... and breath.  Young man I had to make myself draw breath.  This was an incredibly intense and well written post. It was an honour to read it.  I know I felt that way when I was younger - and still do from time to time.  But I doubt - no I know - I never had words liek that to express myself.  Even today I am not certain I could have written somethign as eloquent and poignant. Bravo.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8230; and breath.  Young man I had to make myself draw breath.  This was an incredibly intense and well written post. It was an honour to read it.  I know I felt that way when I was younger &#8211; and still do from time to time.  But I doubt &#8211; no I know &#8211; I never had words liek that to express myself.  Even today I am not certain I could have written somethign as eloquent and poignant. Bravo.</p>
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		<title>By: nicole</title>
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		<dc:creator>nicole</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 23:05:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you have an amazing way of writing,, u made me read till the last word without blinking!! 
great thoughts ,, great blog,,</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you have an amazing way of writing,, u made me read till the last word without blinking!!<br />
great thoughts ,, great blog,,</p>
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		<title>By: abu kareem</title>
		<link>http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2009/10/a-diary/comment-page-1/#comment-9610</link>
		<dc:creator>abu kareem</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 00:48:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yazan,
I got drawn in as soon as I started reading your post but became very concerned about you as I delved further into it...until I read your last line. I can&#039;t help it, it is the brain doctor in me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yazan,<br />
I got drawn in as soon as I started reading your post but became very concerned about you as I delved further into it&#8230;until I read your last line. I can&#8217;t help it, it is the brain doctor in me.</p>
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		<title>By: Jillian C. York</title>
		<link>http://yazanbadran.com/blog/2009/10/a-diary/comment-page-1/#comment-9595</link>
		<dc:creator>Jillian C. York</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 13:49:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;I have seen too many sci-fi movies that the imagery in my head is completely corrupted, and any attempt to close my eyes and imagine these vast distances and spaces is bound to end with the painful feeling of familiarity, like everyday life.&quot;

YES!

Yazan, sometimes your writing has the power to make me feel utterly mute.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I have seen too many sci-fi movies that the imagery in my head is completely corrupted, and any attempt to close my eyes and imagine these vast distances and spaces is bound to end with the painful feeling of familiarity, like everyday life.&#8221;</p>
<p>YES!</p>
<p>Yazan, sometimes your writing has the power to make me feel utterly mute.</p>
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		<title>By: Dania</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dania</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 11:07:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When we were Embryos in our mums&#039; tummies, we only knew and recognized the small warm world of the womb, we were scared of leaving it but we did and we experienced life, we now understand the world of the womb’s reasons, and we still keep trying to understand this world of life, creating Gods and killing Gods, messing around, trying to control our lives, and then comes death, and death is just like birth. we&#039;ll be born to another world, which helps us to understand a bit more and there might be more death, and more birth, we’ll never know until it comes.
That’s what I believe in, or I like to believe in any way...

Excellent post!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When we were Embryos in our mums&#8217; tummies, we only knew and recognized the small warm world of the womb, we were scared of leaving it but we did and we experienced life, we now understand the world of the womb’s reasons, and we still keep trying to understand this world of life, creating Gods and killing Gods, messing around, trying to control our lives, and then comes death, and death is just like birth. we&#8217;ll be born to another world, which helps us to understand a bit more and there might be more death, and more birth, we’ll never know until it comes.<br />
That’s what I believe in, or I like to believe in any way&#8230;</p>
<p>Excellent post!</p>
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		<title>By: Alex</title>
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		<dc:creator>Alex</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 07:47:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hmm ... I would forget the universe for now, and especially its outside edges.

How about exploring the outer edges of stochastic processes or advanced digital signal processing? ... not interesting enough for you?

But I always enjoyed, and continue to enjoy reading anything you write. Keep pushing that brain of yours : )</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmm &#8230; I would forget the universe for now, and especially its outside edges.</p>
<p>How about exploring the outer edges of stochastic processes or advanced digital signal processing? &#8230; not interesting enough for you?</p>
<p>But I always enjoyed, and continue to enjoy reading anything you write. Keep pushing that brain of yours : )</p>
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		<title>By: KJ</title>
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		<dc:creator>KJ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 05:59:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Reading this reminded me of something I wrote in 2005: &quot;We all toil unconsciously beneath a fervent desire for death. Who would want to relive an hour, a minute or an instant of his life? Our past inspires a horror of repetition that is loved and lamented.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reading this reminded me of something I wrote in 2005: &#8220;We all toil unconsciously beneath a fervent desire for death. Who would want to relive an hour, a minute or an instant of his life? Our past inspires a horror of repetition that is loved and lamented.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: yaser</title>
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		<dc:creator>yaser</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 20:13:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>your writings inspire a million thoughts:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>your writings inspire a million thoughts:)</p>
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		<title>By: Abufares</title>
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		<dc:creator>Abufares</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 18:46:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>That&#039;s exactly what I miss. To read writing like yours. A concentrated dose of truth. Of awe and wonder. Of a fearless plunge into the unknown. Even death turns into pure pleasure. A mysterious state of being or unbeing we crave to embrace.
When I sit on my roof the vastness of space and time brings me to the edge of a mental climax. A few lucky times, I stared at infinity and blinked at a big bang out of countless ones over the eons. I thought I knew the answer.
It eludes me mostly in a sense that I can&#039;t let it out. It&#039;s simple to comprehend, so impossible to explain.
Just imagine finding someone out there to share the universe with. Wouldn&#039;t that be even more spectacular than the spectacle? What are the odds? Astronomical, we say. 
Yet it can be. Absolute truth.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That&#8217;s exactly what I miss. To read writing like yours. A concentrated dose of truth. Of awe and wonder. Of a fearless plunge into the unknown. Even death turns into pure pleasure. A mysterious state of being or unbeing we crave to embrace.<br />
When I sit on my roof the vastness of space and time brings me to the edge of a mental climax. A few lucky times, I stared at infinity and blinked at a big bang out of countless ones over the eons. I thought I knew the answer.<br />
It eludes me mostly in a sense that I can&#8217;t let it out. It&#8217;s simple to comprehend, so impossible to explain.<br />
Just imagine finding someone out there to share the universe with. Wouldn&#8217;t that be even more spectacular than the spectacle? What are the odds? Astronomical, we say.<br />
Yet it can be. Absolute truth.</p>
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