It has been a long time since I had written anything, long enough to doubt my ability to produce anything that makes any kind of sense, thus I decided to give it a hit, thanks to my friend Alina.
My fellow Gazans have been celebrating too much recently, thus my imperfect mind can't understand the reasons. Reason is the only thing that should be relevant to sense, relevant to you dear reader, as reason is the man. what is man if he lacks reason, a machine programmed to perform specific tasks, nothing outside a pre-defined script -no independency. I think man without reason would fit Étienne de la Boétie's Voluntary Servitude, for that this is no place for drama, reason prevails.
