SiD’s Sphere!!

Ignorance is bliss. Or so goes the adage. But is it, really? is it not human nature to try and find out what he does not know. if ignorance was bliss, would science exist?

the first step in acquiring knowledge according to the scientific method involves assumptions or hypotheses. sadly, what should follow making an assumption, ie collecting empirical evidence, is not always possible in real life; which is why we jump to conclusions.

the conclusions, depending on the assumptions they sprung from, may be true or false and usually there is no way of finding out.

false assumptions lead to false conclusions that lead to a false of knowledge.

i prefer ignorance, thank you very much.

but…

Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises.

– Samuel Butler

Not everyone can be an artist.

This used to be my playground [used to be]
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say

Dont look back
Keep your head held high
Dont ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
Youre feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Dont hold on to the past
Well thats too much to ask

Live and learn
Well the years they flew
And we never knew
We were foolish then
We would never tire
And that little fire
Is still alive in me
It will never go away
Cant say goodbye to yesterday [cant say goodbye]

No regrets
But I wish that you
Were here with me
Well then theres hope yet
I can see your face
In our secret place
Youre not just a memory
Say goodbye to yesterday [the dream]
Those are words Ill never say [Ill never say]

This used to be my playground [used to be]
This used to be our pride and joy
This used to be the place we ran to
That no one in the world could dare destroy

This used to be our playground [used to be]
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we ran to
I wish you were standing here with me

This used to be our playground [used to be]
This used to be our great escape
This used to be the place we ran to
This used to be our secret hiding place

This used to be our playground [used to be]
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we ran to
The best things in life are always free
Wishing you were here with me

i just finished reading the satanic verses and for the life of me, i cant understand wat ’sir’ salman rushdie was trying to say. clearly he is a man disillusioned from religion. the whole novel is a proof of that. he leaves no opportunity to ridicule religion. its not just Islam and the prophet btw, hinduism too. but, it makes no sense in the story. he was trying to write about the plight of the immigrants in goraland. the journey of two men in search for thir self. incorporating his dislike for religion in the plot was unnecessary. maybe he could’ve written another book about for that.

but intermingled with the blasphemous dreams of the schitzophrenic protagonist were some thought provoking parts too..

o, the disassociation of which the human mind is capable, marvelled Saladin gloomily. O, the conflicting selves jostling and joggling within these bags of skin. No wonder we are unable to remain focused on anything for very long; no wonder we invent remote-control channel-hopping devices. If we turned these instruments upon ourselves we’d discover more channels than a cable or satellite mogul ever dreamed of..

WHAT KIND OF AN IDEA ARE YOU? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool nothion that would rather break than sway with breeze?- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but the hundredth time, will change the world.

He no longer seemed to need food or rest, but only moved constantly through that tortured metropolis whose fabric was now utterly transformed, the houses in teh rich quartersbeing built of solid fear, the government buildings partly of vainglory and partly of scorn, and the residences of of the poor confusion and material dreams. When you look through the angels’s eyes you saw essences instead of surfaces, you saw the decay of the soul blistering and bubbling on the skins of the people in the street, you saw the generosity of certain spirits resting on their shoulders in the form of birds. As he roamed the metamorphosed city he saw the bat-winged imps sitting on the corners of buildings made deciets and glimpsed goblins oozing wormilythrough the broken tilework of public urinals for men.

If not for the unnecessary dreams, the character of the schitzophrenic would probably have been powerful. But the dreams about the Prophet took away the charm.

I try to be an objective person. I don’t let emotions and biasses distort my judgements. That is why in a lot of cases, i avoid making any judgements at all because i realise that i am probably not looking at a situation from all possible perspectives.

Being a Muslim, i should have shunned the book, because at the very heart of it, is blasphemy. Denial of God. Disrespect for the Holy Prophet. but i’m not goin to do that. i consider the book a reflection of my doubts. doubts about God. doubts about my own self. doubts about my existence. a reflection of the evil inside each one of us that we dare not talk about.

the knighthood, though, i still have my reservations. the sentiments of the jews are considered, thus denial of the holocaust is a crime; but the sentiments of millions of Muslims around teh world is ignored when a traitor to the religion is knighted. Even though the book has its merits as do his other works, giving salman rushdie the status of a hero is seen by me as a tactic to enrage the Muslims. thank God we havent seen the same insanity as we did after the danish cartoon controversy, but that is still likely. May God give us Muslims to think rationally before we go out to burn our own properties while the world will mock us for our foolishness.

i just finished reading the satanic verses and for the life of me, i cant understand wat ’sir’ salman rushdie was trying to say. clearly he is a man disillusioned from religion. the whole novel is a proof of that. he leaves no opportunity to ridicule religion. its not just Islam and the prophet btw, hinduism too. but, it makes no sense in the story. he was trying to write about the plight of the immigrants in goraland. the journey of two men in search for thir self. incorporating his dislike for religion in the plot was unnecessary. maybe he could’ve written another book about for that.

but intermingled with the blasphemous dreams of the schitzophrenic protagonist were some thought provoking parts too..

o, the disassociation of which the human mind is capable, marvelled Saladin gloomily. O, the conflicting selves jostling and joggling within these bags of skin. No wonder we are unable to remain focused on anything for very long; no wonder we invent remote-control channel-hopping devices. If we turned these instruments upon ourselves we’d discover more channels than a cable or satellite mogul ever dreamed of..

WHAT KIND OF AN IDEA ARE YOU? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool nothion that would rather break than sway with breeze?- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but the hundredth time, will change the world.

He no longer seemed to need food or rest, but only moved constantly through that tortured metropolis whose fabric was now utterly transformed, the houses in teh rich quartersbeing built of solid fear, the government buildings partly of vainglory and partly of scorn, and the residences of of the poor confusion and material dreams. When you look through the angels’s eyes you saw essences instead of surfaces, you saw the decay of the soul blistering and bubbling on the skins of the people in the street, you saw the generosity of certain spirits resting on their shoulders in the form of birds. As he roamed the metamorphosed city he saw the bat-winged imps sitting on the corners of buildings made deciets and glimpsed goblins oozing wormilythrough the broken tilework of public urinals for men.

If not for the unnecessary dreams, the character of the schitzophrenic would probably have been powerful. But the dreams about the Prophet took away the charm.

I try to be an objective person. I don’t let emotions and biasses distort my judgements. That is why in a lot of cases, i avoid making any judgements at all because i realise that i am probably not looking at a situation from all possible perspectives.

Being a Muslim, i should have shunned the book, because at the very heart of it, is blasphemy. Denial of God. Disrespect for the Holy Prophet. but i’m not goin to do that. i consider the book a reflection of my doubts. doubts about God. doubts about my own self. doubts about my existence. a reflection of the evil inside each one of us that we dare not talk about.

the knighthood, though, i still have my reservations. the sentiments of the jews are considered, thus denial of the holocaust is a crime; but the sentiments of millions of Muslims around teh world is ignored when a traitor to the religion is knighted. Even though the book has its merits as do his other works, giving salman rushdie the status of a hero is seen by me as a tactic to enrage the Muslims. thank God we havent seen the same insanity as we did after the danish cartoon controversy, but that is still likely. May God give us Muslims to think rationally before we go out to burn our own properties while the world will mock us for our foolishness.

i just finished reading the satanic verses and for the life of me, i cant understand wat ’sir’ salman rushdie was trying to say. clearly he is a man disillusioned from religion. the whole novel is a proof of that. he leaves no opportunity to ridicule religion. its not just Islam and the prophet btw, hinduism too. but, it makes no sense in the story. he was trying to write about the plight of the immigrants in goraland. the journey of two men in search for thir self. incorporating his dislike for religion in the plot was unnecessary. maybe he could’ve written another book about for that.

but intermingled with the blasphemous dreams of the schitzophrenic protagonist were some thought provoking parts too..

o, the disassociation of which the human mind is capable, marvelled Saladin gloomily. O, the conflicting selves jostling and joggling within these bags of skin. No wonder we are unable to remain focused on anything for very long; no wonder we invent remote-control channel-hopping devices. If we turned these instruments upon ourselves we’d discover more channels than a cable or satellite mogul ever dreamed of..

WHAT KIND OF AN IDEA ARE YOU? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool nothion that would rather break than sway with breeze?- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but the hundredth time, will change the world.

He no longer seemed to need food or rest, but only moved constantly through that tortured metropolis whose fabric was now utterly transformed, the houses in teh rich quartersbeing built of solid fear, the government buildings partly of vainglory and partly of scorn, and the residences of of the poor confusion and material dreams. When you look through the angels’s eyes you saw essences instead of surfaces, you saw the decay of the soul blistering and bubbling on the skins of the people in the street, you saw the generosity of certain spirits resting on their shoulders in the form of birds. As he roamed the metamorphosed city he saw the bat-winged imps sitting on the corners of buildings made deciets and glimpsed goblins oozing wormilythrough the broken tilework of public urinals for men.

If not for the unnecessary dreams, the character of the schitzophrenic would probably have been powerful. But the dreams about the Prophet took away the charm.

I try to be an objective person. I don’t let emotions and biasses distort my judgements. That is why in a lot of cases, i avoid making any judgements at all because i realise that i am probably not looking at a situation from all possible perspectives.

Being a Muslim, i should have shunned the book, because at the very heart of it, is blasphemy. Denial of God. Disrespect for the Holy Prophet. but i’m not goin to do that. i consider the book a reflection of my doubts. doubts about God. doubts about my own self. doubts about my existence. a reflection of the evil inside each one of us that we dare not talk about.

the knighthood, though, i still have my reservations. the sentiments of the jews are considered, thus denial of the holocaust is a crime; but the sentiments of millions of Muslims around teh world is ignored when a traitor to the religion is knighted. Even though the book has its merits as do his other works, giving salman rushdie the status of a hero is seen by me as a tactic to enrage the Muslims. thank God we havent seen the same insanity as we did after the danish cartoon controversy, but that is still likely. May God give us Muslims to think rationally before we go out to burn our own properties while the world will mock us for our foolishness.

i just finished reading the satanic verses and for the life of me, i cant understand wat ’sir’ salman rushdie was trying to say. clearly he is a man disillusioned from religion. the whole novel is a proof of that. he leaves no opportunity to ridicule religion. its not just Islam and the prophet btw, hinduism too. but, it makes no sense in the story. he was trying to write about the plight of the immigrants in goraland. the journey of two men in search for thir self. incorporating his dislike for religion in the plot was unnecessary. maybe he could’ve written another book about for that.

but intermingled with the blasphemous dreams of the schitzophrenic protagonist were some thought provoking parts too..

o, the disassociation of which the human mind is capable, marvelled Saladin gloomily. O, the conflicting selves jostling and joggling within these bags of skin. No wonder we are unable to remain focused on anything for very long; no wonder we invent remote-control channel-hopping devices. If we turned these instruments upon ourselves we’d discover more channels than a cable or satellite mogul ever dreamed of..

WHAT KIND OF AN IDEA ARE YOU? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool nothion that would rather break than sway with breeze?- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but the hundredth time, will change the world.

He no longer seemed to need food or rest, but only moved constantly through that tortured metropolis whose fabric was now utterly transformed, the houses in teh rich quartersbeing built of solid fear, the government buildings partly of vainglory and partly of scorn, and the residences of of the poor confusion and material dreams. When you look through the angels’s eyes you saw essences instead of surfaces, you saw the decay of the soul blistering and bubbling on the skins of the people in the street, you saw the generosity of certain spirits resting on their shoulders in the form of birds. As he roamed the metamorphosed city he saw the bat-winged imps sitting on the corners of buildings made deciets and glimpsed goblins oozing wormilythrough the broken tilework of public urinals for men.

If not for the unnecessary dreams, the character of the schitzophrenic would probably have been powerful. But the dreams about the Prophet took away the charm.

I try to be an objective person. I don’t let emotions and biasses distort my judgements. That is why in a lot of cases, i avoid making any judgements at all because i realise that i am probably not looking at a situation from all possible perspectives.

Being a Muslim, i should have shunned the book, because at the very heart of it, is blasphemy. Denial of God. Disrespect for the Holy Prophet. but i’m not goin to do that. i consider the book a reflection of my doubts. doubts about God. doubts about my own self. doubts about my existence. a reflection of the evil inside each one of us that we dare not talk about.

the knighthood, though, i still have my reservations. the sentiments of the jews are considered, thus denial of the holocaust is a crime; but the sentiments of millions of Muslims around teh world is ignored when a traitor to the religion is knighted. Even though the book has its merits as do his other works, giving salman rushdie the status of a hero is seen by me as a tactic to enrage the Muslims. thank God we havent seen the same insanity as we did after the danish cartoon controversy, but that is still likely. May God give us Muslims to think rationally before we go out to burn our own properties while the world will mock us for our foolishness.

i just finished reading the satanic verses and for the life of me, i cant understand wat ’sir’ salman rushdie was trying to say. clearly he is a man disillusioned from religion. the whole novel is a proof of that. he leaves no opportunity to ridicule religion. its not just Islam and the prophet btw, hinduism too. but, it makes no sense in the story. he was trying to write about the plight of the immigrants in goraland. the journey of two men in search for thir self. incorporating his dislike for religion in the plot was unnecessary. maybe he could’ve written another book about for that.

but intermingled with the blasphemous dreams of the schitzophrenic protagonist were some thought provoking parts too..

o, the disassociation of which the human mind is capable, marvelled Saladin gloomily. O, the conflicting selves jostling and joggling within these bags of skin. No wonder we are unable to remain focused on anything for very long; no wonder we invent remote-control channel-hopping devices. If we turned these instruments upon ourselves we’d discover more channels than a cable or satellite mogul ever dreamed of..

WHAT KIND OF AN IDEA ARE YOU? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool nothion that would rather break than sway with breeze?- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but the hundredth time, will change the world.

He no longer seemed to need food or rest, but only moved constantly through that tortured metropolis whose fabric was now utterly transformed, the houses in teh rich quartersbeing built of solid fear, the government buildings partly of vainglory and partly of scorn, and the residences of of the poor confusion and material dreams. When you look through the angels’s eyes you saw essences instead of surfaces, you saw the decay of the soul blistering and bubbling on the skins of the people in the street, you saw the generosity of certain spirits resting on their shoulders in the form of birds. As he roamed the metamorphosed city he saw the bat-winged imps sitting on the corners of buildings made deciets and glimpsed goblins oozing wormilythrough the broken tilework of public urinals for men.

If not for the unnecessary dreams, the character of the schitzophrenic would probably have been powerful. But the dreams about the Prophet took away the charm.

I try to be an objective person. I don’t let emotions and biasses distort my judgements. That is why in a lot of cases, i avoid making any judgements at all because i realise that i am probably not looking at a situation from all possible perspectives.

Being a Muslim, i should have shunned the book, because at the very heart of it, is blasphemy. Denial of God. Disrespect for the Holy Prophet. but i’m not goin to do that. i consider the book a reflection of my doubts. doubts about God. doubts about my own self. doubts about my existence. a reflection of the evil inside each one of us that we dare not talk about.

the knighthood, though, i still have my reservations. the sentiments of the jews are considered, thus denial of the holocaust is a crime; but the sentiments of millions of Muslims around teh world is ignored when a traitor to the religion is knighted. Even though the book has its merits as do his other works, giving salman rushdie the status of a hero is seen by me as a tactic to enrage the Muslims. thank God we havent seen the same insanity as we did after the danish cartoon controversy, but that is still likely. May God give us Muslims to think rationally before we go out to burn our own properties while the world will mock us for our foolishness.

i just finished reading the satanic verses and for the life of me, i cant understand wat ’sir’ salman rushdie was trying to say. clearly he is a man disillusioned from religion. the whole novel is a proof of that. he leaves no opportunity to ridicule religion. its not just Islam and the prophet btw, hinduism too. but, it makes no sense in the story. he was trying to write about the plight of the immigrants in goraland. the journey of two men in search for thir self. incorporating his dislike for religion in the plot was unnecessary. maybe he could’ve written another book about for that.

but intermingled with the blasphemous dreams of the schitzophrenic protagonist were some thought provoking parts too..

o, the disassociation of which the human mind is capable, marvelled Saladin gloomily. O, the conflicting selves jostling and joggling within these bags of skin. No wonder we are unable to remain focused on anything for very long; no wonder we invent remote-control channel-hopping devices. If we turned these instruments upon ourselves we’d discover more channels than a cable or satellite mogul ever dreamed of..

WHAT KIND OF AN IDEA ARE YOU? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool nothion that would rather break than sway with breeze?- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but the hundredth time, will change the world.

He no longer seemed to need food or rest, but only moved constantly through that tortured metropolis whose fabric was now utterly transformed, the houses in teh rich quartersbeing built of solid fear, the government buildings partly of vainglory and partly of scorn, and the residences of of the poor confusion and material dreams. When you look through the angels’s eyes you saw essences instead of surfaces, you saw the decay of the soul blistering and bubbling on the skins of the people in the street, you saw the generosity of certain spirits resting on their shoulders in the form of birds. As he roamed the metamorphosed city he saw the bat-winged imps sitting on the corners of buildings made deciets and glimpsed goblins oozing wormilythrough the broken tilework of public urinals for men.

If not for the unnecessary dreams, the character of the schitzophrenic would probably have been powerful. But the dreams about the Prophet took away the charm.

I try to be an objective person. I don’t let emotions and biasses distort my judgements. That is why in a lot of cases, i avoid making any judgements at all because i realise that i am probably not looking at a situation from all possible perspectives.

Being a Muslim, i should have shunned the book, because at the very heart of it, is blasphemy. Denial of God. Disrespect for the Holy Prophet. but i’m not goin to do that. i consider the book a reflection of my doubts. doubts about God. doubts about my own self. doubts about my existence. a reflection of the evil inside each one of us that we dare not talk about.

the knighthood, though, i still have my reservations. the sentiments of the jews are considered, thus denial of the holocaust is a crime; but the sentiments of millions of Muslims around teh world is ignored when a traitor to the religion is knighted. Even though the book has its merits as do his other works, giving salman rushdie the status of a hero is seen by me as a tactic to enrage the Muslims. thank God we havent seen the same insanity as we did after the danish cartoon controversy, but that is still likely. May God give us Muslims to think rationally before we go out to burn our own properties while the world will mock us for our foolishness.

i just finished reading the satanic verses and for the life of me, i cant understand wat ’sir’ salman rushdie was trying to say. clearly he is a man disillusioned from religion. the whole novel is a proof of that. he leaves no opportunity to ridicule religion. its not just Islam and the prophet btw, hinduism too. but, it makes no sense in the story. he was trying to write about the plight of the immigrants in goraland. the journey of two men in search for thir self. incorporating his dislike for religion in the plot was unnecessary. maybe he could’ve written another book about for that.

but intermingled with the blasphemous dreams of the schitzophrenic protagonist were some thought provoking parts too..

o, the disassociation of which the human mind is capable, marvelled Saladin gloomily. O, the conflicting selves jostling and joggling within these bags of skin. No wonder we are unable to remain focused on anything for very long; no wonder we invent remote-control channel-hopping devices. If we turned these instruments upon ourselves we’d discover more channels than a cable or satellite mogul ever dreamed of..

WHAT KIND OF AN IDEA ARE YOU? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accommodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool nothion that would rather break than sway with breeze?- The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, be smashed to bits; but the hundredth time, will change the world.

He no longer seemed to need food or rest, but only moved constantly through that tortured metropolis whose fabric was now utterly transformed, the houses in teh rich quartersbeing built of solid fear, the government buildings partly of vainglory and partly of scorn, and the residences of of the poor confusion and material dreams. When you look through the angels’s eyes you saw essences instead of surfaces, you saw the decay of the soul blistering and bubbling on the skins of the people in the street, you saw the generosity of certain spirits resting on their shoulders in the form of birds. As he roamed the metamorphosed city he saw the bat-winged imps sitting on the corners of buildings made deciets and glimpsed goblins oozing wormilythrough the broken tilework of public urinals for men.

If not for the unnecessary dreams, the character of the schitzophrenic would probably have been powerful. But the dreams about the Prophet took away the charm.

I try to be an objective person. I don’t let emotions and biasses distort my judgements. That is why in a lot of cases, i avoid making any judgements at all because i realise that i am probably not looking at a situation from all possible perspectives.

Being a Muslim, i should have shunned the book, because at the very heart of it, is blasphemy. Denial of God. Disrespect for the Holy Prophet. but i’m not goin to do that. i consider the book a reflection of my doubts. doubts about God. doubts about my own self. doubts about my existence. a reflection of the evil inside each one of us that we dare not talk about.

the knighthood, though, i still have my reservations. the sentiments of the jews are considered, thus denial of the holocaust is a crime; but the sentiments of millions of Muslims around teh world is ignored when a traitor to the religion is knighted. Even though the book has its merits as do his other works, giving salman rushdie the status of a hero is seen by me as a tactic to enrage the Muslims. thank God we havent seen the same insanity as we did after the danish cartoon controversy, but that is still likely. May God give us Muslims to think rationally before we go out to burn our own properties while the world will mock us for our foolishness.