Sham Yassine

My journal article started as an investigation about a feeling which refuses to be defined, that every time I get a eurika moment it wears different frowning faces, and all of them agree upon one thing, namely, filling my internals with frustration. Everyone, calls it nowadays, the imposter syndrome, the inner voice that begs to differ, no matter how hard one tries, however, I think something else is at play. This paper does not claim to have found it, rather, it is an attempt to bring different philosophies togather so, perhaps, it would show its real face.