Take a step back and search your mind

Last night I came across some very interesting questions. The original source was the Guardian. It listed the 20 big scientific questions to be answered in current research. I'm a girl of sciences. But, one can also regard these same question on another level. They would still be quite valid, and sometimes, equally hard to answer. Be it poetic or philosophic or just scientific. Some of these questions deserve us to spend time on.

What is the universe made of?

Where does life as we know it come from?

What makes us human?

What is conscience?

Why do we dream?

What is 'matter'?

One universe or several universes?

Where are the limits for artificial intelligence?

What is in the middle of a black hole?

Is there eternal youth?

Is there a way to leap through time?

We ask, we search, we strive to know more, do better. Once someone told me, it was not about having the right answers, but about how to ask the questions. And also, there is no such thing as a stupid question, there is only such thing as a not so bright answer.

Desert Symphony - ThePianoGuys

Simple can be be beautiful.

Achievement of the day

Today I concluded the first draft to a novel I've been writing for 17 months. It's actually the second long story I've worked on.
The first one started when I was 16, in an English class. I was bored and started writing something on the footnote of an exercise sheet. Three years later, in college, I went back to that story and decided it was time to write a conclusion to it. I did write a conclusion. But as soon as I did that, I realized there were too many things missing. And also, the writing style changed over the years. It turned out to be an awkward read. I decided to put it aside and one day go back to it and thoroughly edit it.
This one, I've had the idea for a while, but I started writing it last year an April. Thinking back, it was the time in college that I was mostly free. I had less classes and didn't have many extracurricular activities. But then, September came and that year was completely hectic. Until that hiatus, according to Microsoft Office Word, I'd been writing it for 280 hours. After that busy year, I found time again this summer vacation. Since mid August I've been writing this non stop. Somehow, I concluded the first draft after 788 hours more.
This is it! 102 pages. Next vacation: revision time!

Letter Song - Wotamin

Take a moment. Think a bit. What would you say to the future you and what would the past you have to say to the present you?
We live. Need to say any more?

Inspiration

Today I had yet another kind of understanding. A friend used to say inspiration may come at any time.
From my recent experiences, inspiration does come at any time, and most of those times are inconvenient times. Times when I'm walking and have nothing to write on, times when I'm starving and mindlessly craving for food, times when I'm so sleepy I could fall asleep in front of my manuscript, times when I'm dreaming about something that after I woke I had no idea and times when I'm having an unbearable splitting headache.
Inspiration, untouchable, unthinkable, invisible. Why do you always come and go as you please and decide to play hide and seek when people need you?

Lightning storm

Of all the beautiful things in the world, many have simultaneously a terrible meaning.
There is a lightning storm going on right now. It looks so beautiful. The rays light up the night sky, some even make the night turn day. It's an amazing sight, but at the same time, being hit by lightning could spark forest fires, could black out vast population areas and industrial zones. The consequences could be disastrous, but still the sight of it is so stunning.