one hundred years of solitude

Gabriel Garcia Marquez wrote one hundred year of solitude.
while reading the book i had a thought about the insomniacs- those who cannot sleep in simple terms.Let me englighten those of who are in ignorance about the book.
In the intial part of the story there is place called Macondo, a remote South American settlement.The settlers of Macondo suffer from insomnia and amnesia.
The idea of not sleeping is one thing,but if you tend to lose your saneness, forget who you are,forget whether a tree is a tree,you can very well imagine the consequences.On a more personal note,i think we tend to discount the times when we refuse to believe the first rhethoric of Aristotle, that an A is an A.

So Arcadio the first of insomniacs devises a way around it,he decides to first to label things with a chits ,writing the name of substance on a chit and sticking it on it.It doesn't stop there,then he decides to write pig on a pig ,tree on a tree, so that can remember in the case he forgets it.No, it is not the end but the beginning he further puts a billboard stating the use of the substance.Like coffee is mixed with milk to make coffee,this a ow, cow has to be milked everyday to produce milk which in turn has to be mixed with coffee and sugar to make coffee.Here i decide to take a break from the book and reflect on the ideas of Arcadio, whether necessity really reuires invention.
Does it show that humans have limited capacity of recollection if we think in different way altogether.
I think deeply about it,i think this is where the idea of a dictionary came ,what would you call something if you forgot what's its called.So we decide to group words collect words somewhere in order to name them when and where the need arises.
what an irony today we use dictionary to define out our vocabulary, rather us defining the meaning of words.We have become tools in the face of time,which are controlled by the predefined.I think if we forget everything we have to start all over again,what would we call an A if not an A.
But the basis the idea of idea cannot be regenerated but from the beginning,we would have to be taught about it what an idea means.

Sine Qua Non

the essential condition for life .. that is sine qua non
these days i ponder on the existence of life that surrounds us,we tend to loose interest in the very things that makes us able survive.I loose hope like every other person,miss the very semblance that i aspire for and covet.This is my sine qua non which makes me read words which i hardly understand but still plough through,i feel as though i am a ship that just moves thorough the ocean without ever paying attention to what's inside.In the same way i read words of thoughts that i don't hope to think about.
The existence that i am a part of drives my needs, whether it is to learn obscure language as latin,latin cause i feel it is rare as rare as truth is.Though we all think truth is present everywhere and the essence of every thing is the truth it is rare to see its presence in existence.In the same way i feel about latin the essence of western languages which every western language has its basis.
i wish to share my feelings
Writing with two hands makes me feel enlightened,it is takes a lot of out of me to change so drastically ,i am natural left handed but these days i prefer to write with my right hand.Why you may ask,i thought it is right to right with your right hand.Too many rights in a sentence!
It gives me the sine qua non of my life.
the essential condition ,without which not.It gives me hope that when we think there is nothing to interest you there is always something.It gives me reason to live.

Sands of Ammon

in sand will i find my destiny, compulsively i search myself for answers
the ideals on which i based my life seem to be lost
there is no virtue left ,i have no honesty left except my word.my word is my honor and that is what i live for...