Aphorisms

The Way to Understand

Is it possible to understand everything at once? Isn’t it almost always hard to figure out the moves of two regular chess players, let alone the impossibility of understanding the moves of the masters?…

National Identity and Mental Health

Understanding that you are of the same nationality as the gas station worker from a hundred meters away in foreign lands… Hoping that violoncello would crop up the memories while being plunged in thoughts with effect of the sound of a ney.

The Importance of “Understanding” throughout the History!

This time, I would like to write with the responsibility of a psychiatrist, a teacher, a father and a citizen. I am going to present my opinions about the current situation in our country and wish to give way to brighter ideas.

My past history with computers

When I first heard of computers I was in the second year of secondary school. It was around 1974… Mustafa Tigrek mentioned it. His older brother was a student at ODTÜ University. He showed me some punctured square pieces of paper and explained their relationship to computers.

The silence of the night, thoughts, memories, and Sezen Aksu…

You say you are amazed at how much fits into one lifetime, but at the same time you get lost in dreams that do not fit into one lifetime. You arrive at the point where you say: Everything already exists in this world but at the same time there is nothing.

Education is essential!

The main aim of an education system is to explain the facts that lie behind events, to understand them and then to communicate them… this is the basis for basic education, undergraduate and post graduate education…

The thing called history!

Where are those history tutors whose names I engraved on my mind although I always faltered when it came to history…

Uncle Ahmet

He was so young that he did not even have a moustache yet. One day Atilla and I were walking together, he in front and I behind. We stopped at a path which was only wide enough for goats to pass. Atilla was a village kid. He knew all the paths. He stepped on the root of a pine tree and jumped to the other side. I could neither proceed nor turn back.

The tears of the old man

He was one of the highest souls I had met, someone I was proud to know. He had a post, he was a Sheikh. So was his father. What Gül Baba was in Budapest and what many other adorers of God were in the East and West, he was that for the town of Elazığ.

Blind faith!

We should pay attention to new developments. We should have a look at them. Even if they raze to the ground what we knew until then, we should bravely talk to friends and to those who are informed and should try to understand it before we believe in it. And of course we should not jump at anything that is called new but first be sure that we have understood it before we believe in it.

The superior rich and the rich superior!

Maybe he was one of the richest youth in Turkey. He was only twenty-five years old… Due to some reason his father passed the business on to him in spite of his young years… His mother had died when he was in secondary school. At that time, through his father, he had received psychiatric support from me… Only support. He was not suffering from any disorder.

There is a limit to obedience!

When one is young one is dependent on the father. A father strong as a mountain is a real need. Those who lose their father soon realize this.