I love puzzles like this, so I set to work on it right away.

If you enjoy puzzles like this, I suggest trying to solve it first before reading the rest of this post.

I Got It Wrong

Puzzles like this often appear before me with the exact same kind of hook this one had. Precisely like this:

Can you solve it?
Update: If you got 15 on your first try, give it another go!

This is a classic case of a “challenge thrown down.” Someone who already knows the answer is essentially declaring that I won’t be able to figure it out. Challenge accepted.

It was very simple to arrive at the number replacing the question mark: 15.

To be honest, I didn’t quite understand why this result was incorrect. After all, it seemed right! So, I had to look up the solution.

It wasn’t what I (and others) had suspected. In other words, the method isn’t simply subtracting the two adjacent numbers (subtracting the smaller from the larger) to get the number beneath them. Because—and I hadn’t noticed this either—that doesn’t hold true for 21 and 13; if it did, the number below them would have to be 8, not 7. But I missed that detail when I first solved the problem.

It is an elegant puzzle. A beautifully constructed trap. I wasn’t the one who identified it as a trap; Nobuyuki “Nob” Yoshigahara, a renowned Japanese puzzle master, created it. He designed this puzzle late in his career. Perhaps he envisioned it as a masterpiece?

Once I had deciphered the initial numbers, I made quick progress toward the solution. Yet, the creator’s question—the one used to set the trap—might not have actually been “which number goes in the ninth circle?” Perhaps he asked instead, “When will you decide that you already understand the rule?”

The solution to the puzzle

The solution that makes the entire puzzle work is as follows: Add up all the digits of the two upper nodes. This gives you the number located beneath them.

Calculating this way, the number that actually goes into the 9th circle isn’t 15, but 12.

And from there, you can proceed further.

It is indeed an elegant puzzle.

But that is not what I wanted to write about.

Rules

I started thinking about this problem because, at first, I didn’t realize that 15 wasn’t the correct answer—even though I already had the rule that yields 12 (the actual correct result).

With the help of AI, I devised a new method: “Subtract the smaller number from the larger one. If the result is 8, subtract another 1. Otherwise, leave it unchanged.”

Using this rule, 15 becomes the correct result.

Then I took it a step further and found another rule: “Take the difference between the two numbers. If the difference is 15, subtract 2; if it is a single-digit number, subtract 1; otherwise, leave it unchanged.”

With this rule, the correct result is 13.

What do rules actually mean?

A few thoughts crossed my mind. Simpler rules are better. A rule should be consistent. It shouldn’t have special exceptions. One must discover the rule the author originally intended. The most elegant rule is the correct one.

Where have we heard these ideas before?

If I recall correctly, that is the sort of thing I was taught everywhere. Here is the rule. It explains everything. Except for this one case. Oops. So, we modify the rule. And suddenly, it works again.

This reminded me that this line of reasoning is very similar to the one I began developing for my own philosophical system.

We strive to explain the systems we live in. To do this, we formulate rules. Then, we experience these systems in accordance with those rules. There is no problem with this—until tension arises between the system’s actual functioning and our experience of it (specifically, the individual’s experience).

Let me put it more clearly. Take the teachings of the Christian church as an example. That is a system of rules. The system it governs—the functioning reality—is life itself. Everyday life. As long as someone lives their Christian life by fully complying with the church’s precepts without experiencing any tension in their daily routine, then—perhaps—there is no problem. But when they begin to have experiences for which—in their view—the church offers no answer, the result is usually dissatisfaction.

I cannot change the system (in this case, the everyday life that surrounds me). The system of rules (in this example, the Christian church) offers no solution to the tension. Moreover, in this instance, the system of rules itself cannot be modified. The outcome of this situation may not necessarily be positive.

I did not intend to offend anyone with this example. I could just as well have cited systems governing romantic relationships, the financial world, or even child-rearing.

The key point here, I believe, is that systems are generally very complex, whereas the systems that describe them are invariably simpler.

Some systems can afford to constantly change their rules; others cannot.

What does this have to do with life?

Rules describing systems are necessary. Yet, they are not always infallible. As this number puzzle demonstrates, at least three different types of rules can be devised to reach a solution.

Who, then, could say that rules established by others are necessarily suitable for ensuring a stress-free life for everyone?

If I were to replace the word “stress-free” with “happy,” it would likely become immediately clear why I wrote about this puzzle.

Let me state, for the first time in my life, an idea that I intend to substantiate in my future work.

Each individual is responsible for either accepting the set of rules necessary for their own happiness or working to shape them.

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Creativity = freedom + not to know the solution in advance.

I came across this definition on August 17th. A friend gave it to me during our usual Monday walk-and-talk.

He is currently finishing her university training to become a mathematics teacher, while I approached the equation using mathematical methods.

Let’s rearrange it!

I do not dispute the basic definition.

I am certain that truly creative work can only emerge from a blend of (great) freedom and a generous dose of spontaneity, instinctiveness, and a “free spirit.” Rules, expectations, and the definition of an expected outcome make creative work difficult.

But that is not the aspect of the definition that struck me. And I only realized this later.

The terms of an addition can be swapped. It is a basic mathematical rule: addition is commutative.

So, my formula looks like this:

Freedom = creativity + not to know the solution in advance.

Mathematically, of course, I am cheating here. The commutativity of addition does not entitle me to do this. If I were to rearrange the equation properly, it would turn into subtraction. But it wasn’t the mathematical truth of the equation that captivated me; rather, it was the fact that, when viewed from a different angle, those same three concepts suddenly began to speak about me.

How do I view this in my own life?

The question of freedom often comes up in my conversations—and sometimes in my writing, too. A year and a half ago—back during my preparation period—I even wrote about it in a post titled “Freedom, selfish freedom.”

In instances like this—when I have related posts on a topic—I usually go back and read my earlier writing. Since that piece contained a definition, I can now revisit what I thought back then. Here it is:

Let me describe my definition of freedom once again: I do activities that fill me with joy and build me up, on a physical, spiritual, or both levels.

In this case, a change in definition is clearly taking place as far as I am concerned. If I really wanted to, I could certainly force it to fit—with a bit of mental gymnastics—by claiming, “See? I said so a year and a half ago!” But that wouldn’t be true.

The current definition complements my earlier concept. The constituent elements are, from this point on:

1. An activity performed with joy. There is one reason why I do not equate this with creativity (thereby avoiding a logical fallacy): for me, activities that bring joy can be entirely devoid of creativity.
2. Creativity. This is the middle layer. I picture it in an interesting way. Doing something creative—or perhaps something involving a new kind of creativity—certainly brings me a great deal of joy. Yet, it is not a standalone condition.
3. The unknown. A very interesting parameter. My current life shows me what it is like to be in a situation where “not knowing the solution in advance” is a factor. It is exciting. Mystical. Unmistakably liberating.

This is how my own formula took shape:

Freedom = Joy ∨ Creativity + not to know the solution in advance.

Naturally, this is just a playful exercise with mathematics. After all, I haven’t discovered a mathematical formula, but rather a metaphor in the form of a formula. Let it remain just a game!

Work performed with joy—presumably creative work—without a tangible output: for me, that is freedom.

It is no coincidence that, for months now, I have felt how much joy my projects—”The Miracle Is Already Here,” “I Chose Happiness,” and the book-writing bring to my life.

And freedom. The freedom of my soul.

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I am at the beginning of a new journey.

This is the point in the journey where I need to think about how I will speak.

19 Tips You Should Know Before Watching 34 Thai Scams!

My voice will soon be heard. As my next step on the path of digital content production, I will also make other types of videos.

I also watch a lot of videos. On all kinds of topics. I spin not only funny videos, but also educational videos.

I watched several videos that dealt with how to avoid dangers. Because dangers would lurk around every corner. This came from the narrative. Due to my lack of experience, I was forced to accept this in advance, to imagine it. And if I imagined it, it seemed clear that I had to prepare for them.

After a year, I see things differently.

These videos do not always teach, they often work with sensational solutions to generate viewership. For example, I saved a video that I would now watch with different eyes. I did not sit down today to judge. So I won’t give you an exact link. Anyone can search for such videos and will find more in a moment.

My video came to me with the catchy title “34 scams you need to know before visiting Thailand!”. Let’s say with around 2 million views.

My original idea for the video was to take the 34 scams and look at them one by one, what I experienced, what I felt was real and what I felt was general or, in some cases, exaggerated warnings.

Then I decided that this was completely unnecessary. Some of the list in the video is really specifically “Thai scams”, while others are general tourist or big-city phenomena such as pickpocketing, overpricing, counterfeit money, phone scams, bad returns or fake investments. These could be listed in a “dangers you need to know” video in Budapest, Paris or Barcelona. Of course, they might still be important in Thailand.

This comparison makes no sense! And my writing is not about what I think is good or bad about another video.

But the main reason I rejected this video analysis is that the video played a different role in my story.

These videos show me how I don’t want to do it.

9 Tips You Should Know Before Watching 34 Thai Scams!

I could easily make a video with the title above. I would come up with the following 19 points for it:

1. Don’t believe everything you see on the internet.
2. If something is too pretty, too cheap, or too scary, think again.
3. If someone is very sure about something, they may just be very sure.
…
19. Use your common sense! If you don’t have it, borrow it from someone.

Of course, I won’t make a video like that.

How should I speak?

As you can see, I am currently shaping my own appearance and the problem outlined above is a real situation in my work.

I had to make decisions when developing the “The Miracle Is Already Here” project. “If I use music that is cool, the result will be better.” “It’s boring to hear the same music every day, so I watch your videos without sound.” Even the AI ​​​​suggested things that I could do to increase the views.

Three months ago, I decided to be self-identified. For me, in this project, the important thing is to say what I think and how I think. The number of views, the number of followers is a by-product, not the goal. (In addition, the music that can be heard in my short videos has a very serious meaning in my reading.)

So, there is a conscious decision behind my appearance here.

However, with this decision, I tie my own ankle before the running race. That’s okay in a competition where I don’t want to win.

But the world of social media has its own rules that can’t be ignored indefinitely.

I won’t be able to skip everything that I – now I think – want to skip. I will also need more sonorous titles. More viral music. More comments, interactions, shares, likes and who knows what else.

The reason I thought it was important to write this post is to make myself aware that I need changes in this area, but not at all costs.

I don’t want to forget what my goal is, who I want to address and what tools I use to do this.

I would like to continue working the way I do on my blog in the future. To write about and in the way I want. The way I started working with short videos. I show what I want, with the idea that I feel like I am self-identical.

I love this journey and its difficulties. It’s like tightrope walking. I’m balancing in the air. The influencer pulls me to one side, the expressive but difficult-to-understand title to the other. “I need to make a list” tilts me to the left, the understandable two-sentence simplicity swings me to the right. “I need to show a solution” pulls me back, while I have to lean forward so as not to be didactic.

I trust that I can stay on the tightrope, so that in the process I can share my thoughts with many people.

For their benefit.

Without tricks, simply.

The influencer has a responsibility. I want to be the influencer who is aware of this! I want to approach this work in a way that makes this a behavioral and aesthetic norm for me.

I am primarily responsible for myself.

But I also have a very serious responsibility towards the receiving audience.

I think this is my influencer arse poetica at this moment.

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But can you play LEGO with them?

I realized that my answer is yes.

I put myself together

A few weeks ago I learned a Vietnamese behavior pattern. (I wrote about it in my article “Attractions in Tuy Hòa”.)

I started to apply it.

Then I started to think about how the behavioral elements I picked up after observation or teaching are present in my everyday life.

I thought about what elements have been built into my behavior. Where do they come from. And most importantly, how do they relate to my current habitat. I discovered some contradictions and a little disharmony.

That’s how I realized that I’m actually playing with LEGO bricks in this area.

Also.

I’ll show you what I mean.

Wai

The very first – previously unknown – behavioral element was the wai. I wrote about it exactly a year ago in the post “The first week on Koh Samui”.

The wai is the combination of two palms in front of the chest (as in prayer) and a slight bow of the head. However, it is not just a simple gesture. It is an expression of respect, humility and goodwill.

I don’t think there has been a day in the past year when I haven’t used this gesture.

I brought it from Thailand, Indonesia, Laos and China to Vietnam.

Here I noticed that it is not used here. It doesn’t bother me, I use it. Because it has become part of my thinking, behavior and life.

A little cultural history explanation is needed here in order to fully understand the process I went through.

So the wai was given, with the content described above. That’s where I arrived. Then I went to Indonesia and continued using it there. I couldn’t have known this, but in Indonesia this gesture has a different name, and its meaning is different. There it’s called sembah. It’s more strongly associated with respect, homage, religious and ceremonial situations. That’s why it’s not used as often, it’s not as much of an everyday reflex as in Thailand. But when I gave it, I got it back. So I wasn’t aware that I was doing it “unnecessarily” so often. I kept using it.

When I returned to Thailand, things fell into place.

From there I went to Laos. Now I know that it has a different name there too, it happens to be called nop there. But its meaning and everyday meaning are very close to its Thai sibling. So I wasn’t a “white raven” there.

Here in Vietnam, however, it’s not part of city life. Instead, they nod. If I wanted to encounter this gesture, I’d probably have to look in a different environment.

So there was a part of my journey that lasted 8 months, when I used it, as others do. The cultural difference did not appear on a conscious level. Then I have been using it for 4 months, despite the fact that I am alone in this. I recognized this difference.

Despite this – without any particular decision or analysis – I continued to use it. What has not changed in me is that I turn to the person in front of me with respect and humility. It is a gift to myself – which I unfold every day – and I give it to the other person as well.

Smiles and rejection

The most important lesson Bali taught me was how to respond to constant “harassment”. I wrote about this in my article “Bali smiles differently: not all paradises are the same”.

It was then that I understood that my responsibility in relation to the constant questions, requests, service offers, and interruptions of attention that come my way is simply to reject what I don’t need. I do this with a wai, a smile, and a kind “no, thank you!”. That’s it and no more.

The response after a rejection is not my responsibility. If I receive a kind gesture in return for my kindness, I am happy. If the reaction is indifferent or aggressive: it doesn’t affect me. We share mutual politeness, if any. In that case, I am on the “positive” side. If there is no mutual politeness, I am still on the “good” side.

I have been using this rejection method a hundred times a day ever since, for my own sake.

I almost always smile anyway, so why wouldn’t I do the same when I say no?

In the past few months, I’ve come to understand a saying I’ve known since I was a teenager. And it’s about my own realization about rejection.

“Smile at the world and it smiles back at you.”

I’ve been smiling at the world for a long time. Fortunately, the world is often in the eyes of another person and a face smiles back at me. Sometimes it’s “just” a cloud…

With two hands

This is my latest gesture. I quote from my previous post:

In the past few weeks, I’ve learned a very important little thing. Vietnamese people hold the thing they want to hand over to someone with both hands. It’s a sign of respect. It was something I’d seen, but never thought about. It was only in retrospect that the sight made sense.

Since then, I’ve also held the money I hand over to someone with both hands, for example. And since then I’ve seen how much joy this little thing brings.

It still surprises me when the Vietnamese side doesn’t give this respect. I’m in Saigon. It’s bustling, there are thousands of people everywhere. The waiters are relaxed, the vendors are phlegmatic, there are some behavioral elements that are more metropolitan than Vietnamese. But the moment the waiter gives the bill casually, with one hand, and then sees the banknotes I’m holding in my two hands, something changes. The phlegmatic waiter then shudders and bows his head. I don’t think it’s in front of me. In front of the respect he receives.

I’ll continue

These small micro-changes started my thinking.

These gestures have meaning. For me and for the other person.

I feel and live the effects on my own life.

I’ve also experienced the effects across countries.

A few weeks ago I realized that I really like this behavioral LEGO.

I get a brick here and there.

And if this brick builds me, then I immediately incorporate it into my behavior and don’t let it go until I want to.

I’m going to Cambodia soon. I don’t want to know in advance whether we’ll pass objects to each other with two hands. I’ll take it with two hands. Because I respect the other person. And I respect myself enough to keep this brick.

Now I still have a hard time imagining myself in a Hungarian store, where I hand over my bank card to the cashier with both hands, then – before taking the pad from her – show a wai and say “thank you so much!”.

I assume she won’t understand.

It’s okay. I understand now.

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A video with this title was released 3 months ago.

Lajos Kassai is the man whose voice I have been listening to for years.

Until now, I have not been able to articulate why he is interesting to me.

Just feelings

Here and now I don’t want to deal with who Lajos Kassai is. Countless sources present him, the answer is just a click away.

There is only one important thing in my story about him. When I first got to know his first thoughts, I was immediately influenced by him.

To this day, I can’t explain exactly why.

But if I seriously look for the answer, a few thoughts come to mind that perhaps give an answer to spiritual closeness. I think we are similar. Not in our notoriety or our achievements. I recognize myself in his views on the world.

Kassai holds views that – I think – have been in me for a very long time. As an instinct, not as an unspoken principle. That’s probably why what I heard from him affected me from the beginning. Today, these feelings have become expressed (basic) principles in me. Today I not only feel that I like this man’s thoughts, but maybe I can even tell you why.

He takes responsibility for himself. I do the same now. Discipline and freedom are not opposites for him. I dare to hope that they are not for me now either. He doesn’t want to please everyone. Do I have to say anything about this? He created something out of nothing. This is a very serious weight in Kassai’s life. I also feel like I am on this path now. Although the chances of creating something as wonderful as his are slim, I will do everything in my own way. In order to create something.

And the most important feeling I have is that he lives what he says. This is a very, very authentic thing. I live it too. And I say a lot of things. And now I really believe that these two things are the same for me.

I connect to thoughts

My previous blog’s working method was to analyze other people’s writings based on my own perspective. That is, I wrote my own notes next to the sentences that were said.

I wondered if this had a right to exist on this blog.

I decided that it did. For two reasons.

The first is that I wanted to immortalize my previous realization about myself. His thoughts give me an excellent opportunity to express my opinion in a different way than I usually would – reflecting on them, connecting to them. I am not sure that I would express what I think so characteristically.

On the other hand, in this article I would also like to express my respect for him by showing a few of his thoughts. After all, I have come closer to my own world through his thoughts.

If we could meet in person, I would say something like this:

The sentences are from the video below. Before each sentence, I indicate approximately where it is found in the recording. I start my own thoughts with a # sign.

3:07 I think that I was not born into this world with a blank slate. And my spiritual content and the roots of this people are somehow on the same wavelength. So everything I have achieved in life is due to the fact that with this spiritual content, this attitude, I was born Hungarian and for Hungary.

# I have expressed similar feelings about the values, “resources” that I feel within myself. I called and still call this a blessing. The energies within me are not proof of my excellence. I consider them a gift in my life. My connection with Hungary is absolutely different. Or is different now. I cannot predict the future.

5:33 And you know, I can’t imagine a more heartwarming feeling than when these 3-400 people, or in a given case, when we’re hosting a world championship or a big competition, 1,000 people turn around and there’s no trash left. So 500 people leave and not a single discarded tissue is left.

# I feel like Lajos Kassai has energies that others feel too. They treat him with respect. In my eyes, the sign of this respect is the lack of littering. The world needs more energy-source people like him. We could all be them, for example.

8:37 I think we’ve turned everything that can be turned against each other, and this is an irreparable mistake. So we’ve turned East against West, we’ve turned the countryside against the city. We’ve now turned men and women against each other. We turned the different political trends against each other. So we mixed up everything we could. And I think the media has a very big role in this, because today we need something loud. And harmony is not loud.

# Political turning against each other is one of the reasons why I don’t live in Hungary today. That’s why I can really agree with this. The statement that harmony is not loud was a new wording for me. But I immediately put it aside.

10:26 This means that in the 19th century we knew, say, 200,000 chemicals, which at first glance sounds like a lot. Today, there are 200 million chemicals.

# This is obviously not an opinion, but a piece of data. I don’t want to check it, it’s irrelevant. I highlighted it because of the importance of the magnitude. I think we have something to think about.

13:49 So the big problem for man is that the form can be followed, he can inherit the formal structures, he can create them, and after a while the form itself makes access to the content impossible. A permanent problem for all systems, even churches, is that the church structure that they created, and created with the best intentions, with the best efforts, will after a while prevent them from meeting God, and then the whole thing has to be thought over again and again. But then this is a human story and a human destiny.

# Incredible. This line of thought is one of the cornerstones of my philosophical system. I hope I will have the opportunity to present it someday. In any case, it is worth paying attention to this thought of Kassa. Which is the system, or to put it another way, who is the person that a single system can make happy? There are such systems and people, I am sure of that. But I have a feeling that the phenomenon is not very common.

15:35 I don’t think I belong to the camp that has to do everything to react.

# I do. Or, if I don’t react to everything, maybe more than I “should.” But I’m working on myself.

19:18 Here, an average person like me has to keep in mind whether to let politics into his life or not. And I said that it shouldn’t be allowed here. So, culture and sports cannot afford to let politics in.

# I agree with this very much. I would add that we should list quite a few more areas of our lives where politics should not be present. I admit that politics has a rather toxic, soul-destroying effect on our lives. It separates us from reality, from others and from ourselves.

27:50 Let’s play with the idea of ​​a giant poster. Now, if there was one thing I could immediately erase from the country, from souls, it would be the giant poster. So I wouldn’t have allowed it here, and I wouldn’t have, because a lot of people look at these giant posters as if they were some kind of ethical problem. This isn’t an ethical problem, this is a serious legal problem. Because I have to look, you know?

# I agree with this wholeheartedly. It’s very, very difficult to direct my attention to valuable things. Whether I want to or not, in many cases other people tell me what to look at, what to pay attention to, what to feel. It’s incredibly difficult to direct my attention of my own free will in this noisy world. We could also think about banning a lot of other things.

32:26 So the picture is probably false, my picture of this person is probably false, and nothing else can overwrite that except personal encounters.

# I’ve been planning to write about judgment for weeks. That’s why this idea, which I agree with, obviously caught my attention. Let’s see what I can write about this topic.

41:29 And I met someone who could be said to be chemically pure.

# Here Kassai is talking about the fact that no one is perfect. No one is just this or that. I think this kind of clarity is very important. This can be the basis for acceptance and respect. How many times, how many times do we see that someone is being tried to alienate others by finding and forcing them to the point where this “chemical purity” is shaken, and the whole person and system are already covered in a wet sheet. It would be good to see beyond these distortions.

57:33 I always believe that we can do something, that if the intention to improve is there, then it will be better.

# I consider this idea unnecessary to comment on.

58:06 So if we don’t speak differently and we can maintain this in the long term, then we have already done something. If we start talking differently, then something bad will start.

# For me, the most important idea in the whole conversation. Talking the way we live and keeping it that way. It seems like an incredibly difficult task. Yet, we have to try again and again.

58:51 My needs and my abilities don’t hurt if they are in harmony.

# Maybe I’ll explain this in more detail in a later article. I consider this issue to be one of the biggest problems in our world.

59:50 and 1:04 We start paying attention to what is beautiful and good. To the little things. And I know that there are a lot of these things. This is a tiny thing. This is a tiny thing. The fact that something happened, these people were very enthusiastic about it. This is beautiful, this is nothing. This is a minute. This is a minute in the news. Many such one minutes are needed. I think that with these one minutes, one hour could be filled every day, and people would see a positive image

# These thoughts are the basic ideas of my project “The Miracle Is Already Here”. I am extremely happy that we see this in the same way as Lajos Kassai.

I was a proud Hungarian

Lajos Kassai said he was never a proud Hungarian.

But he was born Hungarian, he sees fate in this and lives this fate with honor and works. For others. By example.

I was also born Hungarian. There was a time when I was proud of it. Then the pride was lost. Unlike Kassai, I have not yet found fate in being born Hungarian. I am now living my birth on Earth in my feelings.

But – for the happiness of all Hungarians – I trust that I will be a proud Hungarian one day in this life.

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I think, why not leave the “order”?

Especially if it doesn’t exist.

“Just” a video

When I saw this video, I had so many thoughts.

I wanted to write them down. I wanted to share them with others.

Then I realized that it was unnecessary.

I have nothing else to do with this video except show it to those who haven’t seen it yet.

The viewer and the video will do the work, not me.

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I have some thoughts about injustice.

But I may be wrong when I think I have the right to write about it.

Drive smart!

I have written about Asian traffic in several separate articles, and I have mentioned it in a few stories.

My former self would say that people here use the roads like an uneducated bunch. Today I put it differently. Here in Asia, they use the roads according to habits and practices that are completely different from those I have lived my whole life.

Of the many colorful road experiences, I will let the three that come to mind the most quickly speak.

Indonesia: I was crossing the road at a designated pedestrian crossing. Several drivers turning left from the main road also chose this path. Since no car signaled their intention to let me pass, I bravely stepped onto the road. I had double priority. There was a police officer standing on the other side of the road. Neither my presence nor the double priority deterred the driver from speeding forward. The police officer’s whistle was the only thing that convinced him not to hit me.

Thailand: The situation is the same: I crossed the road at a designated pedestrian crossing. Which was also controlled by a traffic light. I was fully aware of my double protection, because the cars here didn’t care that their light was red, that they were crossing a pedestrian crossing where someone was. One of the drivers was indignant. He signaled this by placing the front of his car in the middle of the zebra crossing, a centimeter away from my feet, and honking his horn for half a minute.

Vietnam: A truck in the oncoming lane, moving a little slowly. Behind it, a bus starts to overtake, turning the corner and crossing the double line on the road. At incredible speed. I am driving in my own lane, innocent as a lamb born today. The triple-illegal driver takes my presence for granted and blows his horn at my hair.

These are everyday experiences here. And I mean this very seriously.

Being invisible in the jungle

I had to figure out that the correct term is that I am invisible in the jungle.

Walking the trail as a pedestrian, most big game ignores me. And take that very seriously! If you cross paths with a vehicle, assume that it will neither swerve nor slow down. Any vehicle larger than you is a potential enemy. They are above you in the food chain. You’ll come off worse.

As a motorcyclist, expect nothing less. When you are on a motorcycle, pedestrians will see you, but for some reason, those larger than you will not. If you see a car swerving into your lane, slow down or change lanes. If they see you, don’t even bother. He is already full and is trudging home with dignity.

I have found that it is easier to exist in the jungle with the awareness of invisibility. If this is my basic assumption, it will only be a pleasant disappointment if someone notices me. And let’s say they don’t want to eat me.

In an interesting way, a realization and an intention met in me regarding this.

In the past few months, when asked who I am a few times, I answered that I am nobody.

And this is a liberating feeling. I experience my clear insignificance to the universe with liberation.

Asian transportation provides good confirmation of this.

I have no rights

My thoughts on invisibility are much earlier than my thoughts on injustice.

I used to be the wild animal that would bite if its rights were violated. I had to prove that I was right!

There was a time when I made a scene over 5 dgk salami. Or I made a few people uncomfortable if someone didn’t say hello back.

Because of this, I was often rude and aggressive. A dick, I would tell myself about my former self. Today, I would rather say that I was not patient with myself or others.

I was also outraged many times when I read, heard, or saw injustice happening to others in a movie. Be it any dark period of human history or a fictional story.

Here in Asia, I understood that in certain situations I don’t have to live up to my expectations related to the law.

Today I no longer expect people to stop at zebra crossings. I prefer to walk away as if they didn’t see me. In a strange way, this makes me feel safer.

When I realized that no one and nothing owes me anything, this expectation became easier. I wrote about this in my post “Forgive yourself, Soma!”

I was a hedgehog for a long time. I was afraid of injustice. Fear drove me.

Today I don’t have to curl up at everything that comes my way.

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This happened again this morning.

Or rather, I did it again.

Why?

I wrote the whys before.

I simply find joy in this activity.

And I believe, not unchanged, but with a much firmer determination, that every honest contribution counts.

My method has changed

I used to write reviews occasionally. When I remembered, when I felt like it, I wrote.

Today, I look at the world with a completely different eye.

Not always there and immediately, but I rate a lot more places.

And in the process, I realized what I look for in a truly useful review.

Since then, I have been trying to pass this on.

The pace has accelerated

It took 10 years to get the first 5,000 points.

It only took 5 months to get the next 5,000 points.

It took 4 weeks to get the next 2,500 points.

And barely two hours to get the last 2,500 points.

Not because points suddenly became more important.

But because the way I contribute to Google Maps has completely changed.

My 2,000 photos have been viewed 800,000 times. I love those two numbers. I can believe that out of those 800,000, there were a few moments that brought joy to someone.

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I have been writing a lot in the last 15 months, and this genre has different frameworks than speech. It is worth knowing that this remains until the word is gone.

So – understandably – I am reminded much more often that I am not sure that I am right in everything I write.

But I cannot put a “I may be wrong” sign next to every sentence as a traffic controller.

In the post “Which book tells me who I am?” I mentioned the book:

Björn Natthiko Lindeblad, Caroline Bankler, Navid Modiri: I May Be Wrong

And then I promised that I would write a separate post about this book soon.

The time has come for this post.

Why did this book speak to me?

This book was added to my collection on 12/26/2025. I started reading it forty-two (how interesting, since 42 is the answer to the “ultimate question” concerning life, the universe, and everything) days later. I finished it in 1 day. 3 days before I moved to Wat Pa Tam Wua temple.

These numbers don’t really mean much, but it was nice to play with them a little.

I don’t really know how I came across this book. Did someone recommend it to me, or did I just see it?

As a Western European man, preparing to enter a Buddhist temple in the forest of Thailand, I realized that this book was written by a Western European man who had lived as a Buddhist monk in the forest of Thailand for 17 years. Moreover, he began his attempt at monastic life in the city of Chiang Mai, where I first picked up his book.

That was a strong enough invitation to read this book before I even got to the temple.

Here is a quote from the book’s commonly used description:

This book is not about religion. It is not about how you should live or what you should believe. It is not another self-help book. This book is simply about how to relate to your thoughts and feelings in a way that will improve your life.

Those few lines redoubled the power of the invitation for me.

The excellent book through my eyes

I could say that this post is not about me, but rather a book review. But that wouldn’t be true. This post is also about my experiences, but I will also show the book a little.

Let’s see how the book connected to my journey in a strange way.

I have developed the following structure for the travelogue.

1. I start with the book’s strongest mantra. I don’t add any thoughts to it.
2. Then I go through the book chapter by chapter, addressing the thought that was most interesting to me, and then I will briefly respond to it.
3. And at the end of the post, I will publish most of the book’s introduction in the original. This is to make it more enjoyable to read the book.

I may be wrong!

But at the same time, I believe that Natthiko, Björn Natthiko Lindeblad, was not wrong.

The mantra

The next time a conflict looms, when you feel like you can’t possibly get along with another person, just repeat this mantra to yourself three times, authentically and convincingly—in whatever language you want—and you’ll see your worries disappear like dewdrops from a blade of grass on a summer morning.

 

Of course, we’re all listening to him. There’s complete silence, every ear pricked up for what’s to come. He leans forward, pauses briefly, and then says,

 

“Okay. Are you listening? Here’s the magic mantra:

 

I might be wrong.
I might be wrong.
I might be wrong.

Prologue – My Superpower

What I appreciate most after seventeen years of full-time spiritual training is that I no longer believe everything I think.

I definitely need to improve in this. But I feel safe on the path leading to this.

There have been times in my life when this superpower expression came up, when when asked “how is this possible” I answered that maybe this is my superpower. I mean, the one that appeared there and then in the given situation.

The situation was exactly about changing my thoughts…

1. Mindful presence

The title of the chapter is the idea.

It is very interesting that, like Björn, I do not like the Hungarian version of the term mindfulness, conscious presence.

From now on, I will also use the term attentive presence.

How interesting the difference between the terms “conscious” and “attentive” is. Which side does the scale tip?

2. Successful but not happy

What should one do to find inner peace and not be hypnotized by one’s own thoughts?

It’s good to be on this path. If I find a way to tell it, well, I will.

I especially like the way Björn writes about his decision in this chapter. He made it quickly, just like I made my own “Decision.”

3. Breathe more, think less

It was as if I had taken a step back inside and understood that I had thoughts, but my thoughts were not me.

I read this thought in a book in church. Now I think that this is a very deep thought, it is easy to grasp what it could mean, but it is very difficult to understand and even more so to live it. This thought is a very high mountain, the road to the top is difficult.

4. The Brothers Karamazov

I think everyone who has ever tried backpacking for an extended period of time knows what it feels like after a while: life somehow gets simpler day by day.

I identify with this idea very much. I think it’s obvious, because it appears so often in my writings.

5. Probationary period

We doubt that others would like us even if they knew who we really are. We play a role to make sure.

This doubt and the resulting drama have caused quite a bit of trouble in my life. I chose to play it differently. It’s a good thing that this is my favorite thought from this chapter.

6. Don’t believe everything you think!

I have discovered that when sadness, anxiety, or loneliness strike, I have the opportunity to breathe consciously, focus on my body, and not immediately believe every thought my mind comes up with.

The essence of mindful presence in my eyes. The goal of Buddhist philosophy, if I may say so. I observe, I interpret, I let go.

I believe this because it is not my “invention”.

7. Mom, I’m going to be a forest monk.

From now on, I will live completely like a converted Buddhist: I will follow the five precepts until I become a monk.

The 5 rules: I refrain from taking life or harming others or myself. I do not steal, I refrain from sexual misconduct. I do not lie, and I refrain from intoxicants.

Björn chose this path. I will not give up sex and the occasional use of intoxicants. That will not make me a Buddhist monk.

But!

I have believed for many, many years that everyone needs to live according to some kind of rules. This can be religion, law, custom, morality, etc.

But at least one is essential in our lives, because without a compass, every ship goes astray, which ends in chaos.

A small note: within the Theravada school (I was here) monks live according to 227 rules, and nuns live according to 311 rules. You can see the rules here.

8. Natthiko – “He who grows in wisdom”

… to be fully present in everything you do.

I don’t argue with myself that the word “in everything” is key in this sentence.

I’m just trying to manage my existence this way. Sometimes it works…

9. The intelligence of the moment

Listening to the inner voice is not a rational act, it involves the rational.

This is what I wrote about in the post “Desire and Real Life” two days before reading the book:

… I feel these thoughts. …

I should also highlight the quote from Einstein that Björn quoted:

Intuitive thinking is a sacred gift, rational thinking is a devoted servant. We have created a society that exalts the servant and has forgotten the gift.

In these two serious thoughts I am happy to see my own shadow.

I feel that (sometimes) I already have the gift in front of me and (sometimes) I have already managed to send the servant to his place.

10. Eccentric community

If you want to get along well with someone, to be someone you have no serious objections to, there is one secret little key: learning to accept them exactly as they are.

I have had and still have a part in this in life.

Dulcinea, are you listening?

Hello! Welcome, just the way you are, it’s good to be you. You don’t have to be different, there is room for your quirks, your eccentricities, your unusual things, I’d love to see you in my world just the way you are. There is room for you

11. The rhythm of life in the monastery

For me, this is the strongest chapter in the book.

Obviously because of my own experiences in the church.

Therefore, I will highlight three thoughts from here.

I felt like I had found that certain thing and that I had the answers to all my questions.

I felt this too. I put it in that moment that all the questions I have in my current life are here within me with their corresponding answers.

Then new questions will come and there will be new answers.

 

It is perfectly acceptable for someone to simply say, regarding a task or decision:

 

“That doesn’t feel right.”

For those of us who come from Western organizational cultures, it was a bit difficult to understand that such an argument could carry sufficient weight.

All I can say now is that I trust the flow and let the soul guide me.

Buddha was very wise and clear about the various ceremonies. A ritual or ceremony in itself has no meaning. We give it meaning. As a monk, you must give the events of your life a meaning that makes sense to you.

How good it was to experience this while practicing temple ordinances!

12. Kitsch wisdom

This entire chapter dances elegantly around the following idea:

I don’t want to let go of the idea, because it’s right.

The chapter also shows an excellent example of this, so I have nothing to add.

In this scene, Winnie the Pooh and Piglet are out and about. You can probably see them in your mind’s eye: Winnie the Pooh in his short red T-shirt, Piglet in his pink striped one. They visit Bunny, and after they leave, Winnie the Pooh sighs:

– Bunny is not stupid at all! […] – That’s right. He’s smart – thought Piglet.
– He’s got brains.
– He’s got brains – thought Piglet. – He’s got brains.
Then there was a long silence.
– I think – said Winnie the Pooh – that’s why he never understood anything.

13. The magic mantra

I might be wrong.
I might be wrong.
I might be wrong.

14. Maybe yes, maybe no

This part is a description of a fable about an old farmer, which I didn’t read for the first time in this book. I found the summary idea interesting.

The old farmer does not believe in the thoughts that determine whether the events of life are good or bad. If we can distance ourselves from these ideas, it gives us freedom and indicates great wisdom. It is useful to remember how little we know about the future, to be able to distinguish what we believe from what we know.

Based on my own experience, I think this is a very difficult task. Especially for me, who spent certain parts of my life for many, many years in an illusion of my own making.

I find this part of the sentence particularly important: … the events of life are good or bad. I feel that there is a lot of meaning hidden in these few words.

15. Ghosts, asceticism and mourning

This is not the first book I have read by Buddhist monks, written by monks.

I really like the parts where the writers honestly highlight that they are also human. That certain things cause them difficulty, and like others, they also need a lot of practice to become different in certain things.

That is why in this sentence I found the difficulty in simplicity.

Being a forest monk means trying to let go of things, and ninety percent of the time you fail.

16. Voluntary psychological suffering

This is (also) a very short chapter. In short chapters, it is especially difficult to imagine my own thoughts alongside the essential ones. Perhaps this is not always necessary.

For me, the essence of this chapter was the recall of already well-known thoughts.

Most of the spiritual suffering we humans experience is voluntary and self-inflicted. This was one of the greatest discoveries of the Buddha.

17. How many Pepsis can a hermit drink?

This chapter gave me a subtle formulation of inner beauty.

And I affirmed many of the qualities that are most beautiful in us, as humans: generosity, empathy, patience, compassion.

I can so easily imagine my own realizations based on his spoken words into this thought: I have it, I give it to you because you need it, all with humility and not out of pity.

18. Clenched hand, open palm

I feel small, awkward, lonely, and thoughts containing the word should fill my head.

 

If you recognize yourself, because sometimes this happens to you too, try this hand gesture – clench your hand into a fist, then slowly open your fingers.

I think this exercise is great, I’ve done it several times since I read it. Sometimes just like that, in a strange way.

At such times I think that in my clenched fist there is a force that holds something. Not only the thing in my palm, but also me. I release my palm and feel that something quickly fly away. He became free. Yes, and so did I.

Maybe that something was a thought that caused suffering? Maybe I don’t even need to know who or what it was.

I just open my palm…

19. Get yourself a fucking job, mate!

… I notice that the more I can look inward, the more I embrace the inner silence, the brighter something begins to shine. Something that seems to always be with me. Something that wants good for me.

To write this post, I read the book I had already read much faster for the second time, to spin the thoughts I found and select the ones that stood out.

So – naturally – I had a realization that came to me during the second reading. It is a very interesting experience that a previously selected thought transforms into a different form here. Like a butterfly.

Over the past year or so, I have developed a lot in that I have learned to pay attention outwards, to breathe together with my environment. Today, I simply put this as being present.

Of course, I also pay attention inwards a lot and in other ways. That is why I had a pleasant realization about how my idea that everything I could possibly need is inside me is connected to presence. Be it outwards or inwards.

20. Don’t forget to leave room for miracles

The title of the previous chapter (also in Hungarian) had the word fuck in it. In this chapter I said it twice.

Natthiko, don’t forget to make room for miracles!

Sometime three years ago I had a sentence that I wrote down. I didn’t know where I would be able to use this idea. I’ve carried it with me ever since.

This is what I wrote down then:

To experience the moment as a miracle, because I want to experience the moment as a miracle.

In this chapter, I decided where I wrote this sentence. My experience was that while listening to a song, I had the feeling that I had a moment of miracle because of the beauty of the song. And immediately afterwards, I wrote the above, which means to me that I do have the opportunity to experience moments of miracles.

Now I know for sure that even several times a day. It’s just a simple decision on my part.

The other thought – which I won’t comment on now – was what I said to myself some four months ago:

You will know
what you need to know
when you need to know

21. Only one thing is certain.

You don’t always get what you want, but you always get what you need.

I feel that these sentences are difficult to understand. I mean to understand in their pure simplicity. It is even more difficult to accept.

I look at this sentence as a friend.

Further chapters

The further chapters also contain many valuable thoughts. But the book takes a different direction here. Since I do not want to spoil the story, I will not quote from the further chapters.

I would rather just say that I have read a human story so far, and from now on even more, that moved me infinitely.

A true story. That is why it is much more beautiful than a novel.

I have already said it, now I am just repeating myself: it is a very beautiful book, I recommend it so that you too become richer!

I may be wrong, but the author may have written a book about doubt, which I somehow read with open and hopeful glasses.

Now I will open my palms and let go of both doubt and hope.

May gratitude remain within me.

Thank you, Natthiko!

Introduction to the book

Reading a good book is like going on a journey. You step out into the unknown and let yourself be carried away by impressions and experiences. I Might Be Wrong is about a man’s journey through the uncharted, inner regions of his soul. It tells the story of Björn’s journey as a Buddhist monk towards ever greater heights of peace, love and freedom. But, like all good stories, it reflects something universally human. There is no finish line, no grand conclusion – just a human soul awakening to its inner freedom, meaning and happiness in life, and making this as concrete and real as possible in its everyday life.

Wisdom is not something learned information, but something that we acquire through our real life experiences. True wisdom is born when we face life consciously and openly. It is often the result of trials, of difficulties that open our eyes to unexpected insight and fill us with humility and love. Wisdom does not float in the clouds, but is hidden down here on earth in our everyday experiences. I May Be Wrong is not just a wonderful title, but also a profound and touching wisdom. The kind of wisdom that can change a person’s entire life and perhaps open their heart to eternal happiness.

Living with the attitude that I may be wrong is a necessary prerequisite for an open mind and an open heart. It is a wisdom that opens the door to even greater insights, perhaps even to the depth of revelation that the Buddha reached at his enlightenment. This path leads to love, togetherness and understanding, and at the same time to solutions to the great challenges facing humanity. A humble key to a great door. And this is just one of the gems that Björn shares with us in this book, in which he tells us what he learned on his journey as a Buddhist monk.

It takes immense desire, courage, honesty, and sincerity to walk the path that I can only call the path of the heart. This path was laid out by the Buddha over 2,500 years ago. It often feels like we are stumbling in the dark, forever watching for flashes of light to show us the way. Some of these lights come in strange ways from within—often when we least expect them or feel least worthy of them. Other rays of hope come from without in the form of life experiences, helpful teachers and mentors, or the touch of a mysterious mind that sometimes offers us a helping hand in the most surprising ways.

Deep down, we all long for a freer and more authentic life, where we belong somewhere. But many do their best to suppress this desire because they are afraid that it will be difficult to fulfill it. Our modern consciousness has certain shortcomings when it comes to “translating” what our soul is telling us. Others plunge headlong into the traditions of ancient wisdom in an attempt to reconnect with the inner light, to awaken the eternal truth that lies dormant in the depths of every human heart. Some of these spiritual adventurers then slowly become bridges between the wise masters of the past and the seekers of today. I am convinced that Björn, in his own particularly human and sincere way, is such a bridge. And I May Be Wrong is a book that builds such a bridge.

What I appreciate most about this book is its disarming honesty and intimacy. It reveals profound and great spiritual wisdom to the reader, while being soberly practical and relevant to our everyday lives. I have found that some books carry a special peace that one can almost feel between the lines, and that comes to life in the reader when the book is opened in the absence of the author. This is exactly what happened to me when I read You May Be Wrong in one sitting, savoring Björn’s blend of wisdom and enjoyable storytelling.

But I recommend that you take your time with the book. Enjoy it slowly, like a pleasantly warm summer day or a cup of delicious tea. And pay attention to what it may awaken in you: the quiet and peaceful presence that we so easily forget in our endlessly troubled world.

This book, in its gentle way, does not tell us who we should be or what we could achieve if we “followed these five steps to success.” Instead, it tries to guide us to who and what we are, beyond who we are, beyond who we imagine ourselves to be, or what we think we should be. I May Be Wrong speaks to the quiet presence within us: beyond thoughts and the images projected by the mind. It reminds us—in a loving and human way—of who and what is looking out through our eyes, and how we can live in that light better and better each day.

May all creatures flourish!

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Summary

I started writing this post 4 weeks ago. That's when I first wrote the word Redesign. After 4 weeks, this word has two meanings.

Redesign.

My experience on the road is that the easier the redesign, the more beautiful the journey.

Redesigning is not a problem for me. Often it is not even a new direction. It is a necessary and beautiful element of my journey.

At two points in the past few months, my life has reached a point where – if I haven’t redesigned – I have started to think about redefining. The past tense is not necessarily true. But I think that is the beauty of movement. It doesn’t have to have a beginning, it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t have an end. And yet I am where I need to be.

But I could be wrong.

Redefining myself

I had a date in December.

After half a day of conversation, the lady asked me: “But actually, who are you?” Then: “I see that you are a happy, cheerful and good-humored, experienced and educated man, but still, I don’t know who you are!”

I felt that she didn’t say it out of spite. The question came at the right time and in the right place, because I really couldn’t answer it. It made me think about what is the main thing among the many directions. If I had to present the cavalcade of colors that I see myself as in two sentences, I don’t know which shade to choose. I still don’t know the answer today, but the question already has a direction.

I wrote about the other redefinition in the post “What’s new in the world of location-independent work II.” Here, it was about how important professional self-definition is in the world of effective job searching.

A Friendly Conversation and a Homework

On our oft-mentioned weekly walk, my friend and I were talking about this self-redefinition.

He gave me a “homework.”

Name three books that I would give to someone with the words: “I don’t have time to tell you who I am, but read these three books and you will know!”

Not an easy homework

I watch a lot of movies. I’ve been asked by many people what my favorite movie is, but I’ve never been able to answer it. I simply can’t think of anything to answer this question. Not my favorite, but not even a title.

This is exactly what happened to me with this question. I almost couldn’t even think of the title of the book I just finished.

I didn’t get any further later either. There’s simply no answer to this question.

Then it occurred to me that I have a list of the books I’ve read in the last 9 years. This will be a good starting point. It’s true that I’m 33 years off (like many others, I only learned to read when I was 6), but maybe it will be good.

An interesting twist of fate is that when this question came up, my list contained exactly 400 books. I’ll show you at the end of the post.

So I took out the spreadsheet. Then my jaw dropped. Many of the titles were so unknown. Not only did I not know what the book was about, but I had never even had the experience of reading it.

The first thing that came to mind was not that I was starting to get dementia. Rather, an already present feeling was strengthened. I do not take the content of the book with me, but the essence that is important to me. Therefore, after a while, the story is no longer interesting, only what remains of it in me. If there is none, then the book was just entertainment and I am friends with that. Not everything has to teach.

Returning to the homework, this was the source, I had to solve the question from this. So I started to choose those three.

Three (4) books

After about 15 minutes of thinking, my answer came to me:

“
So the 3 books that might be able to show who I am are these:

Kassai Lajos: Horse Archery [Lovasíjászat]
Viktor E. Frankl: Yes to Life – In Spite of Everything
Shannon Lee: Be Water, My Friend: The Teachings of Bruce Lee

My favorite book, however, is without a doubt the 5-volume Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.
“

Five Books

Later I realized that there was a book that after reading it I said that this was the book I wanted to write.

Kiss Balázs Kunó: Nothing and that easily [Semmit és azt könnyedén]

However, I don’t know which item in the previous three-item list I would replace with this one. But that doesn’t matter, since I’m already done with the assignment and the submission.

The special thing about this week is that I finished seven books. And the interesting thing about my trip is that one of them was an award-winning one.

There is no order of importance in the above list of 3-5 items.

But the book I finished this week would definitely come first.

Six Books

Björn Natthiko Lindeblad, Caroline Bankler, Navid Modiri: I May Be Wrong

I will write a separate post about this book soon, but I would be happy if you would read this masterpiece in the meantime!

The Silence That Changes with the Speed ​​of Sound – Seven Books

In these four weeks, two books have arrived that I had to add to my list.

I started reading the day I arrived at the church

Lucius Annaeus Seneca: Consolationa, Moral Letters to Lucilius

This book is very interesting to me. I have never read it before. In fact, I have not studied its subject, the philosophy of Stoicism, in the true sense of the word.

In this book I find the thoughts that I have written about on my blog quite a few times in the past year.

And the interesting question is not which came first, the chicken or the egg. I do not want to deal with where I got the insights that can be read in this book.

The topic of this post is exciting. If you want to know who I am, read this book. If you read it for other reasons, it will not be to your disadvantage!

So, who am I?

I formulated this poem during one of my forest walking meditations.

I am a river.
Inside me are the pantha rei.
I flow in one direction.
I am clear water.
Sometimes my bed is murky.
I run freely between my banks.
My pace is fast.
Sometimes I slow down in a bend.
I swirl.
I become a silent mirror of water if necessary.
But, the sun still shines above me.

And here I remembered Bruce Lee.

Be water, my friend!

With that I have arrived.

But I will swirl one more time.

Finally, a vote, who do you think I am?

a) Steve
b) River
c) Writer
d) Philosopher
e) Insane
f) All
g) None
h) Something else

400 books

Douglas Adams: Viszlát, és kösz a halakat!
Douglas Adams: Jobbára ártalmatlan
Marjai Imre: Felfedezések könyve
Sebastian Barry: Messze, messze
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: A sátán kutyája
Jókai Mór: Az aranyember
Laude kiadó: A világ legnagyobb terroristái
J. D. Salinger: Zabhegyező
Ken Follett: A katedrális
Gy. Horváth László: Nindzsák
Kurt Vonnegut: Mesterlövész
Will Eisner: Az összeesküvés
Verne Gyula: Az új hazában
Kassai Lajos: Lovasíjászat
H.G.Wells: A láthatatlan ember
Max Hastings: Fegyverben a világ
Ken Follett: A titánok bukása
Ken Follett: A megfagyott világ
Burton C. Andrus: A nürnbergi huszonkettő
Ken Follett: Az örökkévalóság küszöbén
Porkoláb Imre: Szolgálj, hogy vezethess!
Mikszáth Kálmán: Galamb a kalitkában
Sólem Áléchem: Tóbiás, a tejesember
Lev Tolsztoj: Háború és béke I.
Lev Tolsztoj: Háború és béke II.
Lev Tolsztoj: Háború és béke III.
Lev Tolsztoj: Háború és béke IV.
Bill Bryson: Majdnem minden rövid története
Torrente del Bosque: Összeesküvés elméletek
Dévényi Sándorné: Kismama sárga csilaggal
Bodzsár Tamás: A kulcs
Reader’s Digest: Lendületben – Fájdalom nélkül, örömmel mozogni
Bendek Elek: Az adószedő
Földi Pál: Dicsőséges harcmezők
George Mikes: Tsi-tsa és tsai
Mikes György: Megyek a víz alá
Zicherman István: Oroszok Hitler szolgálatában
Index: Ma is tanultam valamit 2
Index: Ma is tanultam valamit
Tamási Áron: Ábel a rengetegben
Kassai Lajos: Levelek
Carl R. Rogers: Valakivé válni – A személyiség születése
Tamási Áron: Ábel az országban
Tamási Áron: Ábel Amerikában
Aldous Huxley: Szép új világ
Wass Albert: Jönnek
Wass Albert: Adjátok vissza a hegyeimet!
Fekete István: Tüskevár
Fekete István: Téli berek
Fekete István: Zsellérek
Wass Albert: A funtineli boszorkány
Örkény István: Tóték
Karl May: Winnetou, Old Shatterhand
Orvos-Tóth Noémi: Örökölt sors
Lev Tolsztoj: Ivan Iljics halála
Karl May: Winnetou, Old Death
Pál Ferenc: Ami igazán számít
Karl May: Winnetou, Old Firehand
Karl May: Winnetou, Winnetou
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: A kis herceg
Mikszáth Kálmán: A beszélő köntös
Fekete István: Emberek között
Janne Teller: Semmi
Jókai Mór: A janicsárok végnapjai
Fekete István: Bogáncs
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock ​Holmes különleges esetei 1.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock ​Holmes különleges esetei 2.
Fekete István: A koppányi aga testamentuma
Jókai Mór: A kőszívű ember fiai
Viktor E. Frankl: … mégis mondj Igent az Életre!
Petőfi Sándor: János vitéz
Arany János: Toldi trilógia
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: A félelem völgye
Mikszáth Kálmán: A fekete város
H. P. Lovecraft: Árnyék az időn túlról
Agatha Christie: Gyilkosság az Orient expresszen
H. P. Lovecraft: Rémület Dunwichben
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: A bixtoni rejtély
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: A négyek jele
George Orwell: Állatfarm
Leonard Schrader: Jakuzák
Edgar Allan Poe: A Morgue utcai kettős gyilkosság
Márquez, Gabriel Garcia: Száz év magány
Herman Melville: Moby Dick, a fehér bálna
Szerb Antal: Utas és holdvilg
Agatha Christie: 10 kicsi néger
Sárközi Judit: Kopaszok
Karinthy Frigyes: Utazás ​a koponyám körül
Fekete István: A magam erdeiben
Isaac Asimov: Én a robot
Hamvas Béla: A bor filozófiája
Yuval Noah Harari: Sapiens, Az emberiség rövid törénete
Tarandus novellapályázat: Van hangunk
Thomas Mann: Mario és a varázsló
Fekete István: Őszi Vásár
Fekete István: Lutra
Verne Gyula: Sándor Mátyás
Krúdy Gyula: Szindbád utazásai
Dr. Almásy Kitti: Bátran élni
Estók Anikó: Az akarat vegyjele
Edith Eva Eger: Az ajándék
Dragomán György: A fehér király
Gerald Durrel: Velencei kalamajka
Fekete István: Kele
Thomas Mann: A kiválasztott
Kittenberger Kálmán: A Kilimandzsárótól Nagymarosig
Geroge Orwell – Fido Nesti: 1984 – képregénykönyv
Bödöcs Tibor: Meg se kínáltak
Leslie L. Lawrence: A megfojtott viking mocsara
Steigervald Krisztián: Generációk harca
Dr. Kiss Ferenc: A nemzet nagy gondja – A nemi kérdés
Cserhalmi Imre: Idősotthon – belülről – 66 nap karanténban
Márai Sándor: Fűveskönyv
Robert Louis Stevenson: A kincses sziget
Zsiga Henrik: Végül magad maradsz
Zilahy Lajos: Halálos tavasz
Mark Twain: A lóvátett város
Stephen King: Napnyugta után
Anton Pavlovics Csehov: Sirály
Ottlik Géza: Iskola a határon
J. M. Marks: Összeesküvés-elmélet
Krúdy Gyula: Az utolsó szivar az arabs szürkénél, Madame Louise délutánjai
Lengyel Dénes: Magyar regék és mondák
Mario Puzo: A keresztapa
Mark Twain: Tom Sawyer kalandjai
Zsiga Henrik: A remény koordinátái
Anselm Grün: Belső erőforrásaink
Kurt Vonnegut: A hazátlan ember
Matthew McConaughey: Zöldlámpa
Mark Twain: Huckleberry Finn kalandjai
Moritz Boerner: Harag és frusztráció
Émile Ajar: Előttem az élet
Graham Greene: A tizedik
Brandon Hackett: Eldobható testek
Kádár Annamária: Valódi példaképek
Vámos Miklós: Apák könyve
Vincent Raffaitin: Leonardo Da Vinci titka
Balogh Béla: A végső valóság
Jókai Mór: Fekete gyémántok
Stephen King: Hasznos holmik
Szabó Magda: Pilátus
Jókai Mór: A lőcsei fehér asszony
Andy Weir: A Hail Mary küldetés
Yuval Noah Harari: Homo Deus – A Holnap rövid története
Csaba György Gábor: Kalandozás az égbolton
Makra Zsigmond: Űrhajózás holnapután
Jane Austen: Büszkeség és balítélet
Eleanor H. Porter: Az élet játéka
Karl May: Az Ezüst-tó kincse
Daniel Defoe: Robinson
Friderich Gerstacker: Aranyláz Kaliforniában
Mark Twain: Koldus és királyfi
Márai Sándor: A gyertyák csonkig égnek
Mikszáth Kálmán: A Noszty fiú esete Tóth Marival
Márai Sándor: Eszter hagyatéka
J. R. R. Tolkien: A gyűrű szövetsége (rovásírás)
Móricz Zsigmond: Barbárok
Mikszáth Kálmán: A gyerekek
Stephen King: A rémkoppantók
Fekete István: Gyeplő nélkül
Lantos Mihály: Hatékony jegyzetelés
Mikszáth Kálmán: Különös házasság
Cixin Liu: A Háromtest-probléma
Frei Tamás: Agrárbárók
Cixin Liu: A ​sötét erdő
Yuval Noah Harari: Sapiens, Rajzolt törtémelem I.
Ráth-Végh István: Két évezred babonái
Yuval Noah Harari: 21 lecke a 21. századra
Cixin Liu: A ​halál vége
Yuval Noah Harari: Sapiens, Rajzolt törtémelem II.
Tamási Áron: Bölcső és bagoly
Kurt Vonnegut: Az ötös számú vágóhíd – képregénykönyv
Dan Simmons: Hyperion
Douglas Adams: Galaxis utikalauz stopposoknak
Shirley MacLaine: Camino – A lélek utazása
Szabó Magda: Az őz
Dan Simmons: Hyperion bukása I. – A fájdalom völgye
Dan Simmons: Hyperion bukása II. – A bukás
Márai Sándor: Az igazi
Márai Sándor: Judit és az útóhang
Vekerdy Tamás: Jól szeretni
Stephen King: Végítélet
Hartay Csaba: Köszönöm a befogadást
Robert Merle: Francia história
Jonathan Miller: Stripped – Depeche Mode
Index: Ma is tanultam valamit 3
Winston Groom: Forrest Gump
William Styron: Látható sötétség
Ken Follett: Soha
Szepes Mária: A vörös oroszlán 1.
Szepes Mária: A vörös oroszlán 2.
Delia Owens: Ahol a folyami rákok énekelnek
Márai Sándor: Hallgatni akartam
Erwin Thoma: Láttalak felnőni
Harper Lee: Ne bántsátok a feketerigót!
Harper Lee: Menj állíts őrt!
Cheryl Strayed: Vadon
Peter H. Diamandis, Steven Kotler: A ​jövő gyorsabban itt lesz, mint gondolnánk
Patrick Rothfuss: A szél neve
Patrick Rothfuss: A bölcs ember félelme
Patrick Rothfuss: A szótlan tárgyak lassú szemlélése
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes visszatér I
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes visszatér II
Ernest Cline: Ready Player One
Marie M.: Hancúrcica társra talál
Andy Weir: Artemis
Michael Crichton: Őslénypark
Kiss Balázs Kunó: Semmit és azt könnyedén
Anna Weltman: Matek a köbön – Kalandozás a számok és formák világában
Cixin Liu: Hangyák és dinoszauruszok
Graham Hancock: Istenek kézjegyei – Kutatás a kezdetek és a vég után
Korcsmáros Péter: Mesél a ceruza
VA: Az év legjobb science fiction és fantasy novellái – 2020
Simon Singh: A nagy bumm
Thomas Keneally: Schindler listája
Adolf Hitler: Mein Kampf
VA: Ébred a dzsungel
Ewoud Kieft: A tiltott könyv
Nick Barkow: Szomorú vasárnap
Guido Tonelli: Genezis
Ernest Cline: Ready Player Two
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes emlékiratai 1
Julius Andan: A világ a színfalak mögött
Edgar Allan Poe: A kút és az inga – válogatott történetek
Shannon Lee: Légy víz, barátom! – Bruce Lee tanításai
Frans de Waal: Mama utolsó ölelése
David Quammen: A kétkedő Darwin
Polcz Alaine: Asszony a fronton
Brandon Hackett: Xeno
Robert Leeson: Újra a Kincses szigeten
Harry Harrison: A technicolor időgép
Szabó Magda: Disznótor
Arkagyij P. Gajdar: Timur és csapata
Charles Darwin: A fajok eredete
Lukács Liza: Az éhes lélek gyógyítása
Carlo Collodi: Pinocchio
Márai Sándor: Halotti beszéd
Colleen Hoover: Velünk véget ér
John P. Drummer: A Trianon-küldetés
Szabó Róbert Csaba: Fekete Dacia – Erdélyi rémtörténetek
Örsi Ferenc: A Tenkes kapitánya
Mikszáth Kálmán: A jó palócok
Robert Ford: Robotok kora
Marc-Uwe Kling: QualityLand
Egri Lajos: A drámaírás művészete
Philippe Brenot, Laetitia Coryn: A szex hihetetlen története
Conn Iggulden: Athén kapui
Orvos-Tóth Noémi: Szabad akarat
VA: Rajzos zenetörténet az őskortól napjainkig
Robert Merle: Csikóéveink
Márai Sándor: Mágia
Szabó Magda: Mózes egy, huszonkettő
Lukács Liza: Hogyan szeretsz?
Ian Gittins: Depeche Mode
Alfred Bester: Tigris, tigris
Robert Merle: Jó városunk, Párizs
Jay Shetty: Gondolkodj úgy, mint egy szerzetes
Szabó Magda: Kakasszó
Robert Merle: Íme, a király!
Havas Juli: Nincs Hold, ha nem nézed
Leslie L. Lawrence: Matilda kalapja
Terry Pratchett: A mágia színe
Robert Merle: Szenvedélyes szeretet
Fekete István: Búcsú
Bonyai Péter: Szcientológus voltam
Timothy Ferriss: 4 órás munkahét
Robert Merle: A pirkadat
Tömörkény István: Betyárlegendák
Robert Louis Stevenson: Dr. Jekyll és Mr. Hyde különös esete
Robert Merle: Libben a szoknya
Szepes Mária: A ​mindennapi élet mágiája
Galgóczi Erzsébet: Vidravas
Konsztantyin Edvardovics Ciolokovszkij: Távol a Földtől
Henry N. Beard, Douglas C. Kenney: Gyűrűkúra
Robert Merle: A gyermekkirály
Douglas Adams, Mark Carwardine: Utoljára látható
Robert Merle: Az élet rózsái
Royd Tolkien: Lyukas bakancslista
Index: Ma is taunultam valamit 4
Markovich Botond: Disposable Bodies – Book One
Fjodor Mihaljovics Dosztojevszkij: Bűn és bűnhődés
Markovich Botond: Disposable Bodies
Marc Elsberg: Blackout – Holnap már túl késő
Egri Lajos: A kreatív írás művészete
Kim Stanley Robinson: A jövő minisztériuma
Korcsmáros Pál: Korcsmáros Pál életműsorozat – Mikrotánia és az űrhajótöröttek
Robert Merle: Liliom és bíbor
VA: Érzések – Harag antológia
Stephen Hawking, Leonard Mlodinow: Az idő még rövidebb története
Lucy Adlington: Divatszalon Auschwitzban
Robert Merle: Veszedelem és dicsőség
Jánokis-Kis Viktória: Átlépsz velem a víz fölött
Móricz Zsigmond: Úri muri
Krúdy Gyula: Rózsa Sándor
Robert Merle: Ármány és cselszövés
Friderikusz Sándor: Ez egy tiszta jó könyv
Nancy H. Kleinbaum: Holt Költők Társasága
Robert Merle: Pallos és szerelem
Schäffer Erzsébet: A hintalovak nappal alszanak
Markovics Botond: Felfalt kozmosz
Stephen King: Tündérmese
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes – Az utolsó meghajlás 1
Frei Tamas: Puccs Moszkvában
Gabriel Garcia Márquez: Azért élek, hogy elmesélhessem az életem
Benedek Ágota: Állva maszturbálok – Szorongásnapló
Robert Merle: Két nap az élet
Bödőcs Tibor: Prímszámok hóesésben
Verne Gyula: Nyolcvan nap alatt a Föld körül
Michael Prestwich: Lovagok – A középkori harcos kézikönyve
Szabó Magda: Ókút
Bohumil Hrabal: Sörgyári Capriccio
Dr. Csernus Imre: Én és te
Anne Rice: Interjú a vámpírral
Jordan B. Peterson: 12 szabály az élethez
George Gipe: Vissza a jövőbe
Schäffer Erzsébet: Egyszer elmesélem
Cixin Liu: Gömbvillám
Szendi Gábor: Értelmes szenvedés – a boldogság
Steigervald Krisztián: Generációk harca a figyelemért
Verne Gyula: Hóditó Robur – A világ ura
Gabriel Garcia Márquez: Egy hajótörött története
William Faulkner: Míg fekszem kiterítve
Emily Bronte: Üvöltő szelek
William R. Forstchen: Egy másodperccel később
William R. Forstchen: Egy évvel később
William R. Forstchen: Az utolsó nap
Edward Ashton: Mickey7
Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman: Az őszi alkony sárkányai
Isaac Asimov: Alapítvány
Isaac Asimov: Alapítvány és Birodalom
Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman: A téli éj sárkányai
Isaac Asimov: Második Alapítvány
Gustave Flaubert: Bovaryné
Margaret Weis, Tracy Hickman: A tavaszi hajnal sárkányai
J. R. R. Tolkien: A hobbit
Jennifer Teege, Nikola Sellmair: Nagyapám engem agyonlőtt volna
J. R. R. Tolkien: Mesék
Szabó Magda: Freskó
Stephen King: Az
Ariadna Gromova: Fénykörben
Mikal Hem: Kezdő diktátorok kézikönyve
Szever Felikszovics Ganszovszkij: Három nap egy esztendő
Neal Stephenson: A hét Éva
Berkesi András: Sellő a pecsétgyűrűn
Anne Sverdrup-Thygeson: Az élet szövete
James W. Pennebaker, John F. Evans: Gyógyító írás
Sun Tzu: A háború művészete
Timur Vermes: Nézd, ki van itt
Yuval Noah Harari: A világ urai – Így hódítottuk meg a világot
Yuval Noah Harari: A világ urai – Miért nem igazságos a világ?
Thomas Mann: A Buddenbrook ház
Yuval Noah Harari: Sapiens, Rajzolt törtémelem III.
Gazda József: Így tudom, így mondom
Csányi Vilmos: Íme az ember
Gerald Durrell: Családom és egyéb állatfajták
Heribert Illig: Kitalált középkor
Matt Bondurant: Fékezhetetlen
Vigh Bori: Hogyan menjünk világgá
Gerald Durrell: Életem értelme
Mikszáth Kálmán: Egy éj az Arany Bogárban és más elbeszélések
Sir Arthun Conan Doyle: Sherlock Holmes esetnaplója I
Madách Imre: Az ember tragédiája
Héctor García: Ikigai
Alan W. Watts: A zen útja
Nemere István: Táltosok és sámánok
Stephen King: Csak sötéten szereted
Scott A. Small: Felejtés
Soltész Ian: Szuperszemélyiség
Benjamin W. Decker: Meditáció kezdőknek
Tom Hanks: Hamarosan a mozikban
Marcel Proust: A hetvenöt kéziratlap és egyéb kiadatlan írások
Seung Sahn: A zen iránytűje
Thich Nhat Hanh: A béke légy te magad
Christophe Galfard: Kezedben az univerzum
Neal Shusterman: Kaszás
Neal Shusterman: Viharszem
Neal Shusterman: Próféta
Jeva Szkaliecka: Nem ​tudod, mi a háború
Havas Juli: Papírbabák
Hugh Howey: Silo 1 – Holston
Michelle Cohen Corasanti: A mandulafa
Buda László: Mit üzen a tested?
Hugh Howey: Silo 2 – Megfelelő méret
Hugh Howey: Silo 3 – Kivetve
Hugh Howey: Silo 4 – A megoldás
Hugh Howey: Silo 5 – A hajótörött
Hugh Howey: Silo 6 – Örökség
Hugh Howey: Silo 7 – Rendelkezés
Alexandr Szolzsenyicin: A Gulag szigetcsoport
George Orwell: 1984
Ray Bradbury: Fahrenheit 451
Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada: A tökéletesség útja
Douglas Westerbeke: A könyvlabirintus vándora
Dan Brown: A ​titkok titka
Braskó Csaba: Múzsa
Balázs Béla: Az igazi égszínkék
Ken Follett: Stonehenge
Márai Sándor: Válás Budán
Phra Anek Thanissarapoti: Walk to be the Knower
Octavia E. Butler: A magvető példázata

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