With the explosion of revolutions and volcanoes, the generation of crises, the gathering of hurricanes, and the free flow of news, secrets, and rumors that is created in their depths, markets of analysis and predictions flourish on the edges of risks, fears, apprehensions, and apprehensions, to read what is coming in the remains of coffee in cups, and the lines of longitude and latitude in the palms of the supplicants, especially at the moment of receipt and surrender between the year about to depart, and the coming one that inherits its burdens and weights carried on the shoulders of the years.

In the crowd of analyses and the proliferation of analysts, like mushrooms after the rain, you see the amazing superficiality, naivety, sorcery, and superficiality in exploring the depths of reality and its outcomes, and the future with its explosions and breakthroughs.

You see them chattering and talking nonsense, turning defeats into victories, mistakes and sins into trials, natural disasters into divine punishments, and the horrific crimes of enemies into “what is written and cannot be escaped.” Retreating from positions and constants are tactics required by recalculations, positions, and necessities that permit prohibitions.

All these fantasies call for what an ancient poet drew of sophistries that say:

Earth is earth and sky is sky

Water is water and air is air

Summer is summer and winter is winter

And the fire they said was red

All men are men in general.

As for women, they are all women.

There is laughter like crying, and laughter to awaken and recover from the ignorance of the ignorant, as it was said: “O nation, the nations laughed at its ignorance.” There is laughter like crying, and laughter to awaken and recover from the ignorance of the ignorant, as it was said: “O nation, the nations laughed at its ignorance.”

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