Thursday, October 13, 2005
right here waiting
i guess that i am utterly wrong. "the tower" does symbolize an occurance of uncontrolled destructive events that would pulverize everything. i am idealistic and undeniably self-pleasing. how can i avoid the truth by creating false hopes?
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Levels
Do objects like rocks, stones, plants, trees and air talk? Perhaps among each other and cracking jokes on humans. To the human minds this kind of thinking is absurb and definitely not very friendly. Talking rocks and singing trees drive our imaginations out of the norm. Anything abnormal is not acceptable. We seem to have fixed categories of things. Wthouth such categories nothing will function and will fall into chaos, so we prematurely believe. In a game of football without rules turns it into a barbaric encounter. We are so caught up with rules, with what is right and what is wrong. The worst is there seem to be immutable fixations on the right can never be wrong. Compounding the issue is that we all believe that this world we live is real and this world is self-reliant. Nonetheless, there is a conflict because unconsciously we do want to talk to rocks, trees and plants. The imagination may not be abnormal after all.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Boyhood
Henry: Can I speak to you, please? In private.
Mr. Lawson : Yes, of course.
Henry: I am sorry, Uncle David. I am sorry to have disturbed you in your chambers.
Mr. Lawson : No, no not at all, Henry. What brings you here and in such haste?
Henry : It is about my mother.
Mr. Lawson : I fear the day will come, Henry.
Henry : She is gravely ill and has taken to bed for 3 days.
Mr. Lawson : Has she gone to the hospital?
Henry : No, Uncle David. That is why I am here. Can you please talk to her? She only listens to you.
Mr. Lawson : I am afraid that I can't, Henry. My presence will only add more shame to her and bring misfortunes to her family, to you.
Henry : It is Uncle John, isn't it? He doesn't want you to see my mother again.
Mr. Lawson : He is only protecting his family.
Henry : You are only protecting someone you love. But on ther hand, Uncle John does not want to see her sister hurt again.
Mr. Lawson : Henry, you know when little boys grow up, numbers don't mean anything. It is what's in here, inside the heart, something grand happens. It is like winter melting into spring and the first flower blossoms to the first call of the birds. You become a man. Master Henry, you are now a man and there is no one else who can talk to your mother but you.
Mr. Lawson : Yes, of course.
Henry: I am sorry, Uncle David. I am sorry to have disturbed you in your chambers.
Mr. Lawson : No, no not at all, Henry. What brings you here and in such haste?
Henry : It is about my mother.
Mr. Lawson : I fear the day will come, Henry.
Henry : She is gravely ill and has taken to bed for 3 days.
Mr. Lawson : Has she gone to the hospital?
Henry : No, Uncle David. That is why I am here. Can you please talk to her? She only listens to you.
Mr. Lawson : I am afraid that I can't, Henry. My presence will only add more shame to her and bring misfortunes to her family, to you.
Henry : It is Uncle John, isn't it? He doesn't want you to see my mother again.
Mr. Lawson : He is only protecting his family.
Henry : You are only protecting someone you love. But on ther hand, Uncle John does not want to see her sister hurt again.
Mr. Lawson : Henry, you know when little boys grow up, numbers don't mean anything. It is what's in here, inside the heart, something grand happens. It is like winter melting into spring and the first flower blossoms to the first call of the birds. You become a man. Master Henry, you are now a man and there is no one else who can talk to your mother but you.
Sunday, October 09, 2005
Student for Life
Who wants to learn for life? Me. As long as I am clinically alive, I learn. I won't get a degree and am no where near to obtaining a PH.D! But it is not about qualification. It is about finding the bliss that opens invisible doors. In English it means, follow my dreams.
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