Literary limitations in the face of sensual reality

True, we're not machines or robots. As much as I love books, and the voluminous knowledge they contain, I'm still merely a man. Computers can be loaded with copious of data with a single click and it will remain there as long as time can gauge. Conversely, more often than not a man can read a whole book but only manage to retain a few lines. More so, his memory dissipates as the clock ticks. This is so because computers are dull and vapid machines; they can store endlessly, but knows virtually nothing when it comes to practicality and appreciation. They have binary eyes, and that is all they could see. Simply, nothing have any real meaning to them.

God has created man with full complexity. Great neurologists studying the brain can scarcely explain the 'what' questions concerning it, let alone 'why'. For a man to sit home absorbing all information is a matter close to absurdity. In fact, knowledge means nothing without it being translated into practicality. Moreover it has to be doubted until proven to be true, well tested against all weather. In short, man essentially has to experience.

With this new understanding I embarked on my mission to exploring the post-war Bosna. I came across articles about the deeply-embedded hatred still existent between the Serbs and Bosniaks, suggesting little hope for the dissolution of Republika Sprska. Comments made by Bakir Izetbegović and Haris Silajdzić angered the Serbs under Milorad Dodik, who threatens secession. This, if it happens, is in no way going to benefit either side, for effectively it is an open invitation to another calamitous and disastrous war. Calamitous because of the potential civilian victims, and disastrous due to the disinterest of the world powers to help the Muslims, even when they are clearly and unjustly aggressed. Thus is a glimpse of how complicated the political situation is in the Balkan region.

No less important is our perception towards this war-torn country. I've heard nothing but bad reflections about the Muslims in Bosna; how until today they have abandoned mosques, with abundance of unrestrained men-women relations, widespread drinking culture, and utter disregard to the teachings of Islam, prefering the West's earthly paradise instead. It was also commonly accepted amongst the Muslims around the globe that the war in 1992-1995 was a God-sent punishment in response to their unmindful negligence and disobedience. Bosna is seen as a European country that is left with nothing else but the traces of Islam, which is only evident from the names of its people.

These, among many others, my journey seeks to clarify.