I am a sick man...I am a wicked man. -Fyodor Dostoevsky. Here is the state of mankind in our era, medicated, overworked and persists like a little rat, and when he protests he does with no gumption. Here's "Labor_rato" done for the second time since it was stolen the first time. I persist, in the face of all obstacles as I am Ali: who in his plight would pray to Allah for more. Deepak Chopra expressed in an interview that heaven would be hell, if every whim and desire were satisfied, and hell where obstacles and never ending pain and struggle is heaven. Here I am, in a struggle. Here I am creating in the face of hell and against all odds. Here I am rather than a rat, hiding and begging I fight and get beat time and time again; yet I pray for more pain, for more curroption in the face of all beauty I bring forth. I am Ali, I am HMD <thankful: in Arabi> I am who I am and qualamus <quill> I come with to express the pain and suffering so that you may avoid it. I offer you my medicine. I am, like Kurt Vonnegut wrote, a man with no country, born into this world with no citizenship and have been a citizen of the world until sixteen days before my twenty second birthday when I became naturalized as a proud American: born as an adult. Here I am unstable, and mistakes commited in a past that haunt me even in my sleep. I get no escape, I get no rest and I create, I was born an artist on Mars and shot down into the Egyptian earth where I sprouted like a plant, parentless as I wrote in kindergarten and illustrated in the cherry scented marker and got scolded for blasphemy. I am like Hussain fighting for the females of his family as he chopped down knight after knight who came to assassinate him while he was getting water from the well Badr, until the other Muslims who wanted another Khalif shot him down with enough arrows till he looked like a hedgehog dying thirsty in Karbala'. Sacrifice is the price of life, blood must be spilt for the eternal fight for the pearl; as it is stolen and kept in the East in certain ages and again kidnapped and kept in the West. A moderate imbalance keeps the cosmos in an eternal dance of creation and destruction. (at Mars, No 4, Solar System, Milkyway)
