Passing by , passing by, every thing is passing by. I've watched a few music videos that Iran has made. I think they are wonderful. Even if they are made by AI. I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. So many lost souls, and now AI has a better understanding of human soul. Look at all the Tech Billionaires, do they seem to have a human soul? 

 "Iran is helping Americans fight for regime change." I wrote on the comment section. The music video showed compassion towards the ordinary Americans instead of vilifying them. "You are being used to fill in "their" ego. " And so many Americans, I bet, relate to that sentiment. 

  I write on YouTube Videos because it helps me, it helps me understand my instinct. I want to know what words come to my mind before thought; my forethought, because it is easy to organize your thought and make it look nice if you take your time. I want to know my dirty secrets. My unvarnished truth. Unlike Descartes, I believe in my soul before cleansing it with words. I feel, therefore I am.

 I worked for two hours in the morning, noticed it's better not to put too much emotion to work. People are not used to it, so I rather not confuse them. Today, I was assigned to design a poster, rather randomly, because no one was able to do it. I said I would do it, focused on designing it for a couple of minutes. In seeing the outcome, my co-workers seemed pleasantly surprised. "It looks wonderful." 

 I mean, for a person who's whole worth depends on knowing English Grammar better than others, I guess I am good at designing. "I can take pictures too. I was pretty good at it. I can also edit videos, read and understand Clarice Lispector,  make smoothie, and I am rather a perfectionist in terms of timing things perfectly. But that's just me. I am just perfect." just like Brittany Spears. I know I am bragging, now. 

 I hint it, but never brag. Once I was asked which painting had the most value. There were three abstract paintings. It was a quiz for a presentation, or something. I took a look at it and said. "One is a Pollock, so this must be the most valuable. (Although I do not know if I agree with that) The second one, I couldn't name the author but was a good painting. The other one was pure rubbish. The man looked at me bewildered. "You are absolutely correct." How on earth could she, a nobody, tell ??? 

  Because I am the absolute.  The absolute Vodka of the world. I chuckle. 

 I tell my friend, can you believe that? That someone said, they are god? 

  So, let me say it. "I am god, and you must believe me." She chuckles too. "That's a lie."  "I know." "And therefore, I must be misunderstanding god." We are not god, and we are glad we aren't.