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  What is your favourite season and why ?           Dear friend ( name)            Hello my friend! Hope you are doing quite well. I am the kind of person who is fond of cold weather and specifically pouring rain. I love the days when it is too foggy, carried with cold breeze and heavy rain. When leaves fall and skies turn into dark grey. So, I love Autumn, when there is no burning sun or pouring sweat.  Write me back soon                           Your friend Amen  ******************************************  Dear friend ( name) I hope you are doing fine.     Summer is my best part of the year. Honestly, just because there would be no school for a long period of time. Additionally, I love this season, because I enjoy going to the beach with my friends: where, we swim for long hours, ski on the water and play tennis in the evening....

 You have left and the rose has  wept. And I lost the bliss's door keys.  There was only my nostalgia  And somes of hope followed you to where you've gone.  And a frozen bird I have in a cage, Got used to your hovering shadow, but his wounds became worse now. Then, your fingers kissed the bars, then the bird jumped off and chained his  Wings. 

  𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 “It gives me a melancholy happiness to live in the midst of this jumble of lanes, needs, and voices: how much enjoyment, impatience, desire; how much thirsty life and drunkenness of life comes to light every moment of the day! And yet things will soon be so silent for all these noisy, living, life-thirsty ones! How even now everyone's shadow stands behind him, as his dark fellow traveller! It's always like the last moment before the departure of an emigrant ship : people have more to say to each other than ever; the hour is late; the ocean and its desolate silence await impatiently behind all the noise - so covetous, so certain of its prey. And everyone, everyone takes the past to be little or nothing while the near future is everything; hence this haste, this clamour, this outshouting and out-hustling one another. Everyone wants to be the fir...

 I have led a toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on-and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone. What’s to be done? Break the shell? That’s easily said. Besides, what would remain? A little viscous gum, oozing through the dust and leaving a glistering trail behind it.  ~Jean-Paul Sartre Book: The Age of Reason

 I'm continually surprised by profound things I find in Myth of Sisyphus after reading it many times. Camus really does speak to that wake in grief where expectation doesn't fit reality. It is pretty cathartic in ways. "Living naturally is never easy. You continue making the gestures commanded by existence for many reasons. The first of which is habit. Dying voluntarily implies that you have recognized, even instinctively, the ridiculous character of that habit. The absence of any profound reason for living. The insane character of the daily agitation and the uselessness of suffering. What then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained, even with bad reasons, is a familiar world. But on other hand, a universe totally divested of illusions and lights, man feels like an alien a stranger. His exile is without remedy. Since he has been deprived of a lost home or a promised land."

  I've noticed a fascinating phenomenon in my thirty years of teaching: schools and schooling are increasingly irrelevant to the great enterprises of the planet. No one believes anymore that scientists are trained in science classes or politicians in civics classes or poets in English classes. The truth is that schools don't really teach anything except how to obey orders. This is a great mystery to me because thousands of humane, caring people work in schools as teachers and aides and administrators, but the abstract logic of the institution overwhelms their individual contributions. Although teachers to care and do work very, very hard, the institution is psychopathic -- it has no conscience. It rings a bell and the young man in the middle of writing a poem must close his notebook and move to a different cell where he must memorize that humans and monkeys derive from a common ancestor.  ~John Taylor Gatto  Book: The Hidden Curriculum of Compulsory schooling